Hate the concept of 'leagues'. He's wild, feral, unpredictable, and unhinged. And I'm pretty sure if I asked him he'd kill for me. Not that I'm planning to. Anyways, he's fun.
And I guess it's not really two exactly... The other one is technically Megaman from a different universe then the one I'm from, but he had his mind swapped with that universe's Snakeman so he's stuck in there. And considering Rock is my brother... I want to make sure that people know WHICH one I'm dating. For obvious reasons.
if I keep calling you sparky will it get a spar out of you
okay okay real questions lmao
first... well. I guess this is going to sound completely stupid but can we be.... I dunno friends feels like pushing it but
you and crash sure did watch me eat a keyboard lmao? and you got me that mall gift. which was cool
SPEAKING OF WHICH second, dad already knows about it [ Someone was pathetically whining about a stomachache on his couch, after all. so he'll find out eventually but can uhhhhh
No. Just ASK me to spar like you're pretending to be a normal person.
Friends is absolutely pushing it. But the longer I'm away from home the less everything from Earth feels like it has any kind of meaning.
Let's go with frenemies. We can hang out. Maybe have fun. But if the opportunity arises I WILL still shove you in a trash can.
And as you frenemy, I won't snitch but like. Just go buy the exact same keyboard and put it in his room somewhere half hidden and slightly obvious. Leave behind his desk but poking out a little. Just hidden enough that he'll notice it but understand why he might have missed it.
[ He doesn't let himself second guess it. Impulsive he might be, but if he second guesses it now, it might never happen. And goddamnit, Magnum taught him better than that.
Predictably, it doesn't come out right. Not at first. ]
can we compare specs?
...
shit. no it it's not like that I don't want to be better than you this time around or
...
look. I'm based off you, right? that's what you said. and right now one of us can do whatever the hell he wants and one of us can't.
I know I'm all fucked up inside and might never get unfucked. and I know I didn't even have THIS at first, and I had to pull seven kinds of bullshit with old leashes. and who knows how that did or didn't add to it.
I mean you know that you and Snake are the only two who know that
I'm just Even if I'm different
more different
I'm sure Nickel still has my old specs too. maybe if we compare me to that and me to you
I don't know
you said it. we're not friends. we're still pretty close to enemies. I'm the bad guy and you're the good guy. but.
I think I'm done doing nothing about it. if you're willing.
[ Quick is typing and awfully long time. Elec's been staring at the three little dots on his screen for a while. And Quick is a uh, quick texter.
And then the block of text appears. ]
Stop thinking about it like Elec good guy Quick bad guy. It's not that black and white and I think you know that. We're just... guys. Kids. As adult as I try and make myself. We're kids in space dealing with the aftermath of having creators who really had no idea what they were doing or who they were making.
But you've figured out how to handle that biggest roadblock in that aftermath.
We can try, I'm willing, but... I don't really know if comparing specs is going to help. What happened to you wasn't because of the fuckening of your internals, that bastard didn't put a switch in you for that, opposite from what I've gathered. It wasn't something in your programming.
What happened was because of what happened to you. You reached a breaking point. And instead of you breaking, you just broke the chain. It's beyond frame or processor. It doesn't make sense.
[There is a quiet shuffle of fabric for a few seconds after the call is accepted, and then an equally soft voice]
Hey. Elec. That was pretty fun before, with Quick. Do you think- would you want to-
[Another shuffle]
...You were nice to Mega before, right? You helped him. So, uh. Thanks. He's- he's good. He's always been good. So I guess you're good, too. That's all.
[A grumbling sigh at himself and a quiet scrape of Crash digging the point of a drill in the floor and twisting it back and forth with his cheeks puffed out]
Okay. Okay then that's me asking. And you said we can. So- so we will. Do you like movies? I've been watching them since I got here to catch up on things the doctor didn't program into me. I was only a month old when I got here so-
[ Elec sighs softly. For as much as he complains about Doctor Light, Wily REALLY screwed his robot masters up. One month old and he only knows fight and he didn't give him hands and he gave him zero socialization.
It's not right.
He wipes a hand down his face and grins. They say you can hear a smile. ]
Let's meet up in one of the common rooms set up for people our size. We can watch Kung Fu Panda. Really funny, lots of action. I think you'd like it.
[Crash can hear the smile in his voice and he smiles back, some of the tension bleeding out of his shoulders]
Okay. Okay, yeah. I've been in those rooms sometimes with Quick, he wanted to show me uh... [He frowns, because he thinks his head was full of static that day from a really bad emotion bomb thing, so a lot of it may as well not have happened] Something. He showed me something.
Anyway... Pandas are some of those fuzz monsters, right. Animals. I heard the word in movies, they're uh... I dunno. The fuzzy ones.
[He lifts his drill out of the hole he's ended up digging into it and makes a thoughtful chirping sound]
When do you want to do that? Gold Arm says not to assume things even if I think it means that.
[ He snorts. That's one way to put it. And the conversation is still joyfully awkward. Kind of gives Crash a cute element.
Which is thoughts he thought he would never have ever about any Wilybots. But they keep piling up. Snake of course. Heatman is just. They should make a plushie out of that kid.
Flash and Quick are at least one hundred percent not cute and never will be. ]
You can still set up plans without assuming. It's all collaboration. Or something. You doing anything day after tomorrow? Afternoon?
Yeah not when you're proposing a pretty good guy thing.
I'm the zap cat, your the 'fast child'.
[ He saw that in that leaked group chat. He WILL use it. ]
You have no idea how much it pains me to say this but you're right. It won't hurt to try.
And if anything it might be interesting if any of our unique components are compatible. If I don't get free will out of this at least a little speed boost would be a consolation prize. And you might benefit from being able to absorb raw electricity with how disgusting your energy consumption must be with your crazy alien insides.
But... being able to tell a human no when they ask me to charge their phone... would be great really.
[ He tries not to think of it too much. It's easier here, where the only human of any note around is Mik and he doubts she'd take advantage of all that even if she knew.
But.
Still.
The last line gives him pause and he laughs. ]
Don't know what you mean. I'm the little brother you know.
[ Two can play at that game! He'll take a nickname he's actually allowed to use in a heartbeat. ]
gonna try and go as fast as I used to huh? lmao just don't hit a wall doofus ok you do have a point but being able to down some energon helps. I put a bit in everything now it's fun. no chance of exploding this time!
yeah i know what you mean. fingers crossed for that
[ There's a snort on Quick's end too! He means well, he does, when he teases. ]
oh yeah that's right you're the world's tallest infant you know what i meant lmao
[Crash repeats after Elec, delighted enough to wiggle his legs where he's sitting cross-legged so they tinktinktink against the floor]
Okay. Okay, yeah! Collaboration. Okay. And collaboration means telling you that I don't think I'm doing anything day after tomorrow afternoon? So we can watch the movie and I can decide what new things it shows me about outside the lab. Everything does, even if it's just something like... 'People think this weird sad thing gets the emotions out' which um. Does seem to work? Maybe?
[He shrugs, still wiggling, and now adding tapping his drills on his legs to add to the happy noises]
It made the static in my head go away one time. Not as good as when Quick or Mega do it, though.
There are many things Snake doesn't understand about the world known as dating, but did it matter when in the end it simply made him feel warm even in cold spaces? It apparently might of. Watching various movies, reading material, and songs... there are rituals to preform on occasion to make your mate feel wanted and welcome in your presence.
And Snake wanted his presence to continue to be just as warm to Elec as Elec was to him.
He carries a basket with a meal he hand picked and prepared for them. Various Powercells, Energy Cans, a little bit of wine, and though he couldn't reserve a heart of some great beast... this is a start?
He wishes he could crawl along the walls but with a basket like this it is better to walk the halls. Eventually he will make it to Elec's room and then the romancening can start.
He adjusts his arm and little unkempt undersuit, still though his helmet remains, tail and all... He has a bow tied round his neck and a corset under his chest. He's certain this is correct. And when he thinks he's a bit more presentable knocks on the door.
Elec had been very busy relaxing and minding his own business one evening when one of his electric guitars that had been left plugged in suddenly thrummed a note, completely untouched. Then again and again, several seconds apart. Then, louder and faster, a slide down every string.
The space of a vent later, blue and white pixels streamed out of the guitar in a wave, solidifying into what looked like a preteen boy in a battle suit several feet above the floor. His eyes went wide and he flailed with a squeak before he fell with a very solid thump.
"Ow..." Hub sat up rubbing his back, then winced and shook out his hands with a grumbling wordless whine. "Nope nope nope, the vibrations feel weird," he huffed, not even realizing Elec was present at all yet. He gave the electric guitar a disapproving huff, puffing out his cheeks and shaking a finger it. "All of you Mr. Progs need to be more polite to visitors, especially when I was just bringing you messages from the Mr. Progs in the hallway terminal! You know better! Think about what you did before I visit again, okay?"
Elec scowls, looking at the long stripe of black nail polish now gracing the back of his hand. The autoplaying was enough to grab his attention and freeze his polishing, brush hanging in midair as he looked over to the offending instrument. The sudden appearance of a whole ass kid in his room gave him the slight startle to make his hand jerk.
He silently rises and stalks over to the oblivious ranting intruder. His electro magnetic field feels WEIRD. A distinction even more apparent once his hand falls suddenly on the kid's shoulder. Said kid will probably feel the tingle of static from Elec's fingertips.
"So. You gonna tell me who you are, why you're in my room, and what you're doing to my guitar?"
Hub twisted to blink up at Elec, mouth parting in genuine confusion. "Huh? Oh. Oh." He blinked his optics rapidly, a dusting of purple blush rising on his cheeks as he winced in profound embarrassment. "I did it again," he groaned, bringing up a hand to hide his face, using his other hand to tug his helmet lower over an ever deepening blush. "I'm sorry. Really."
He winced again, this time a little at the static, though it was only a touch different from the staticky feeling his own artificial skin would give anybody else. "I usually just exist on the network as data, and I forget lots of times how that translates to physical space. Which uh, it doesn't."
"I was just-" He sagged, pulling his battle mask to hide the bottom half of his face, saying in a muffled, embarrassed mumble, "My name is Megaman.exe, and I was just trying to give the programs in your guitar or box thing messages from the other programs in the hallway because it's easier for me to get around. I didn't break anything or change anything, I promise. They just uh, the programs in your guitar are more territorial than I'm used to? I'll just tell the hallway ones I couldn't do it and go, so it's fine. Right?"
Oh man this kid is so PAINFULLY awkward it suddenly makes even more sense at the reveal of his name. His room WOULD be invaded eventually by some kind of alternate universe version of his brother.
He supposes the blue armor and good boy aura should have clued him in.
"Fine fine, you can do your... mediator thing? with my guitar? It's a weapon though do NOT touch the switch at the top," he sighs in defeat and releases the little weirdo. He's... still not entirely sure what he's doing here, "Also my room is a no battle armor zone. Just FYI."
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