Pacing nervously about the room, metal feet clanking against the floors of his assigned battle cubicle. Well, it more or less felt like a cubicle. The room seemed to be shrinking smaller and smaller and his internal core worked harder and produced more sweat-like chemicals with every single thought that entered his processor. SparkMan seemed to be a lot more nervous than he was upon hearing that he was to do battle with a "dangerous blue clad monster". It sounded fictional. It sounded like they were blowing it up only for it to be nothing. But he could hear the shots. He could hear the mechanical screams. Robots were being ripped through one by one and he was the only one who had more HP than the rest.
"C-come on Sparky," he said, beginning to talk to himself. He had nobody else to speak with. "You're making a mountain out of a molehill, it's probably nothing. Nothing at all, nothing at..." He couldn't say anything else. He didn't want to say anything else. There was that bloodcurdling sound of the door opening. It rose upward just as SparkMan had turned his head. He whipped his body all the way around to match it and then proceeded to scream as loud as robotically possible. There he was. The long fabled "dangerous blue clad monster". Though, SparkMan's screaming quieted down as he took a better look at the one he was freaking out over. He looked like a little kid robot in blue, slightly covering his ears, not that much younger than he was in A.I age, maybe about 3 years difference? What was he screaming about, again?
He blushed. "I-I-I...I...Reallyreallysorrytherehahhahaha!" Then closed his mouth and looked down, feeling even more embarrassed. 'Great you bungling idiot, he can't understand you! You sound like a dorky QuickMan!' The other simply looked at him with dead confusion in his eyes. He hopped down from the doorway and landed on his feet, walking over just a little and raising his buster. "Uh. Did I scare you, dude? I'm RockMan, and you're kind of my half brother? This seems awkward. I guess we should get to battling." SparkMan tilted his head. Battle?
"I'm reeeeally sorry, but I-I-I," he said, clicking his head back and forth, eyes glazing over. RockMan stayed poised in the same position, sighing. Same thing every time. Looks like Wily took hold of his controls. Just like everyone else's. He watched as SparkMan raised his head again, eyes bereft of life or expression. When he spoke, he sounded different. "I live only to serve Doctor Wily. I live only to serve," he said, letting the amperage charge in his arms up to the drill-like parts in place of hands. "The master."
"Here we go again," RockMan muttered under his breath. He jumped over an electric shot, just barely letting it touch his arm. A sigh of relief was let out, only to see a huge, huge, HUGE ball of electricity head toward him and curve upward at lightning speed. Square in the stomach, it hit him. He screamed in agony, as this was almost a little too much for his core to handle. He sparked all over, shaking out his buster. He whispered for the weapon to change to Magnet Missile, maybe that'd help. He shot the horseshoe looking magnets, but they were only hypercharged. He switched instead to Shadow Blades. He threw one carefully and it nicked SparkMan right in the chest. It stuck there, and instead of bothering to pull the spiked item out of his chest, the electric robot master released about 8 more balls of electricity.
RockMan had noticed how much damage this was doing to SparkMan, so he tried another. And another. And another. By this point, SparkMan was so done, one more shot from the plasma buster would have ended the fight. Closing his eyes and standing still, RockMan had shot off one more Shadow Blade with hesitation. From what he had heard, it knocked SparkMan straight in the jaw. A hoarse yell echoed throughout the room, and a terrible grinding of metal pieces resounded in RockMan's ears so badly. He cringed and tentatively inched back over to the almost deactivated robot master. Speaking of the other, the emotionless stare was gone from his eyes, and now he was frightened beyond all mesurable comparison. He saw he was dismantled and screamed. He saw he was unable to use his electricity and cried. He saw no point of being able to be fixed. And he looked up at RockMan.
"H-he-heey. I-incase I completely rust a-nn-and die, I want you to he-ee-ehhear this.Wi-th blood made from o-i-il, with metal fo-or bones, I am a robot master, and I happily dii-ie alone. I-'ve been working on that...all...last...niiiight." And with that, his head fell to the side on the floor, oil pooling on a spot on the floor. RockMan gasped and released his breath. And he leaned up close to his 'half brother'. "Sparkers. Hey. I loved that. You're getting fixed, buddy." He tipped his helmet and let the transporter move him back to the laboratory from which he came from. 3 down, 5 to go. With not a death to count for it. Now heading off for battle again, RockMan kept SparkMan's last words in his head. Is this why he was so tough? Is this why he never fell?
Because he had oil for blood and metal for bones?
