Mega Man and Bass: Frenemy Mine

Carnage in the City!

"I'm home, Dr. Light!"

Having freshly warped back from his most recent mission with his rather unorthodox weapon and even more interesting "birthday present" to show for it, Mega Man took a second to realize that no one was actually in the lab. He had to go into the living room, which was only slightly less technologically enhanced than the lab itself (Dr. Light really liked to invent things), he had found them planted on the couch, staring at the TV with rapt attention.

"Roll! Dr. light! What's going on?" Mega Man was more than a little startled at their lack of reaction to his voice. Both of them had looks of horror plastered on to their faces. This was especially disturbing in Roll's case because no matter what mission the Blue Bomber found himself in, he could always count on her to be the optimist in the situation. She still cheered her brother on even when she fell sick with that Roboenza virus.

"Look..." the robot girl said, with more of an inattentive mumble than anything else.

The carnage he saw upon looking at the TV was indescribable. Overturned cars littered the streets and fires walled off sections of the city, turning the entire sky into a gray, ashen mess. The camera panned over to show none other than Mega Man's older brother, Proto Man (otherwise known as Blues). His sunglasses were cracked, marring his normally cool appearance. His scarf was ripped to shreds that still hung off of his neck. His body itself was full of dents. Dr. Light's first creation was clearly at the end of his rope, as his normally sly grin had been replaced by one of abject frustration. He fired shots mercilessly at an unseen target, causing an explosion.

"Give it up already!" The red warrior announced exasperatedly. "Wherever you came from, you're going back. So you've got a choice. You can go back in one piece, or in pieces. You decide."

A devious chuckle erupted from whatever Proto Man had been looking at.

"Go? But I ain't done playing yet!" A gold chain erupted from the smoky blackness of a fire- consumed tractor-trailer. It caught him before he could slide out of the way, and slammed into the ground. Just the mere sight of this made Mega Man want to be able to throw up. Both the Doctor and Roll weren't doing much better.

To make matters worse, the camera panned over to show that Proto Man's arm cannon, and the weaponized arm along with it, had been torn off.

His tormentor finally showed himself at that moment. A robot modeled after the stereotypical African-American rapper, with a gray hoodie and a gold chain around his neck. He smirked as he twirled around his chain, moving it from hand to hand effortlessly.

"Man, you're weak!" he said, smiling to himself and shaking his head. "And to think that you call yourself  the 'Whistle That Pierces the Darkness' or something like that." He knelt next to his fallen adversary and began to whisper something in his ear, but then thought better of it. Instead he dragged a very beaten and frustrated Proto Man towards the camera with him. He looked it dead in the eye, as it were.

"Dr. Light. I know you're watching this. You can call me Rap. I'm just here to issue a friendly little challenge: by all means, I can continue to have my fun with this city, and Mr. Joe Cool, over here..."

The enemy robot lifted up Mega Man's elder brother as if it were a trophy, and said elder brother just grimaced and glared at his enemy in response.

"... Or you can just come out here and surrender. We can send that blue tin can to get his butt kicked. Really, whatever works for you. Pops wants his data anyway."

With one last smile, he smashed the camera, abruptly ending the newscast with it.

The doctor wordlessly turned off the TV. He gave the two he considered to be his children a stern, fatherly glare.

"You're not going out there," he said, mainly to Mega Man.

"What about Blues?" Mega Man said in a rare moment of protest to Dr. Light's wishes.

He turned around, no longer facing the duo. "I'll figure out a way to get him out. I'll barter with whoever's doing this. I'll... I'll..."

Roll was horrified at what he was implying. "You... won't give yourself up to whoever's doing this, will you?!"

The doctor didn't say a word.

"Well?" Roll pressed.

"I'm grateful that at least Bass isn't out there..."

The boy's face twisted up in confusion. "Where is Bass, anyway?"