(Megaman 11) Blastman x reader

Chp.3

A/N: I decided to draw one of those things where you put yourself where the white person is. I would say a draw squad, but for one of those you need more than one I guess. But if any of you want to use this to put yourself in the fill in person's place go ahead ^^. I just hope it works alright -_-'. Also, I dont really have a 'Update schedule' for this soo... yeah. Well here ya go!(Also how the hell is this within the top 50 in the Megaman thing?? I'm speechless(^^'))

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I awoke once again, my alarm clock blaring it's obnoxious screeching. I quickly slammed my hand on it, silencing the annoying object. I repeated my morning routine. Make breakfast, brush my hair, do other sanitary motions, and get dressed. Today I chose a F/C tee with S/F/C(Second favorite color) stripes. I paired it with jeans and black socks, seeing as I didn't need to leave my house. I sat on the couch, watching some T.V before getting started on my projects/commissions. It was the news once again, retelling of the murder from yesterday and how nobody has named a suspect or the victim. I changed the channel, randomly landing on a cooking channel. I rolled my eyes. Guess I'll just start early today. I arose from the couch and walked over to my office, planting myself at the desk with my computer and art supplies." I'll start with some commissions and then work on some projects." I said to myself, as I started the computer and sharpened my pencil. The computer booted up, causing me to log in. I opened C/B(Computer Browser) and saw the list of commissions. I chose a random one, and started to sketch the outline.

-Four hours later: Time, 1:28 p.m-

I stretched as I looked back at my progress, three and a half done. I put the pencil down, making my way to the kitchen. I reached for a F/D, drinking the cold/warm liquid. I sighed, satisfied with my beverage. I closed my eyes, feeling my muscles relax, only to jolt at the sound of loud knocking interrupting my moment of relaxing. I put the glass down on the counter, quickly walking to the front door. I peeked through the window, seeing my newly found bomb-obsessed friend at the door. I opened the door, greeting him with a smile," Hey Blastman."

He waved," Hey Y/N, how are you?"

I moved from the door, letting him in," I'm good, how are you?"

The door was shut as the sound of another pair of feet was following me," I'm doing good too. This is a nice place you have here."

" Thanks." I smiled, as we made it to the living room.

Blastman was looking around, observing the room. I waited for him to be done, asking," So, what do you want to do?"

He shrugged," I'm not sure. Do you have any games?"

I nodded," Yeah, over here."

" These are the games I have." I said, opening the 'game closet'. I have it for when friends come over. He walked over, standing behind me while looking at the games. Damn, he is kinda taller then me. He reached over my head, grabbing the box labeled,'Sorry'. He walked over to the coffee table," How about this game?"

"Sure." I closed the closet and joined him at the table.

I sat on the couch, joined by Blast shortly after," Do you know how to play this?"

He smiled," Yeah, I know how! I play it all the time with my brothers."

I giggled," How many siblings do you have?"

He responded," I have seven, I'm the coolest for sure though."

I nodded, inwardly laughing at his cocky comment," I bet."

I grabbed the box from him and opened it, taking out the board and little pieces, not noticing the slight pink tint he had to his face. I handed him the cards, causing him to shuffle them. I asked," Ok, which color do you want?"