light up the niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight

there's a there's a city guys really

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fourth wealls are for suckers

and sober people 

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nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnope

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Breaking Out

Here's how Joe saw it:

The city was dead, and so were its people. His last stand had only served to cement Wily's grip on the place, and since then they'd all been molded into being more like automatons than the robots that kept things running. There wasn't any way to get them to rise up. He couldn't save them. He couldn't save this city. His time there was over.

But he could do something for his old friend Tom, and Tom's "son." He couldn't save the city, but there were people he could help. Individuals. And maybe that was all he could do.

Maybe it'd be enough.

"Right, so, my undying love of blowing shit up aside, the only way we're making it in is by sneaking in," he said, laying out a sheet of paper on the table and sketching out Wily's fortress. "Thing is, I dunno about entrances or exits. I don't think we can take on the robot masters head on, not if Wily's smart about it -- not even you, kiddo."

He gave Megaman a meaningful look.

"But then there's the area that the Snipers come outta, and go back into. Now the question is: is that parta the factory, are they assembled and disassembled there? And what d'ya think Wily's put in place to keep the likes of us out..."

The biggest problem was the lack of windows below the 20th story of the tower. Well, besides the robots. And everything.

"Also once we're in I got no clue where Light is."

"So yeah we're prolly gonna die."

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Hey, Terri here, being on anon so I can send you the truffles over! *M!A: A small box, wrapped with red ribbon, appears in front of you*

HOLY SHIT TELEPORTING CHOCOLATE OH GOD 

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Wily's fortress probably has fancy tea and chocolate, sir.

...

also a REALLY 

gud paoint

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I may be able to help on the chocolate front, though i'm a little limited in what I have. If you give me some time I can make truffles, maybe?

sure 

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AND NO I DIDNT do it for anoyones on good okay you can take care of your shit I KNOW that now

I did it bcause i have a fucking metal plate in my head and i needed to deal with that or a while okay

i don't now what I am anymore or why I'm uherer

here

whatever

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also where the fuck is my bicycle n gasoline and guns

so many guns 

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hey where can i find chocolate

also what s a kamomil 

camomille?

is that franech 

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oh

whoops

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“Ha! You ain’t dead, kiddo, well done,” said Joe, picking up the visor. He put out the cigarette, then walked over to kneel by the younger man. 

“Doc and Red got captured. You pulled a me — which is t’ say you, done got blowed up. Survived it better than me though. Joe Weller, by the way. You’re with friends.” 

[thewillofn0ne]

Megaman breathed a little sigh of relief as Heath returned to his senses, glad his sophomoric efforts hadn’t resulted in more damage than he’d started out with. He let Joe give him the short version of the whole thing, waving down from the table.

“You should thank Rush for the getting out part,” He added, gesturing to the robot dog curled nearby. “I’m pretty sure he got you out of there, and he’s been keeping you warm.”

[heathwhohathnoname]

Wiping his mouth, he pushed himself up. Heath looked up, looking at Joe closely as he approached. “I pulled a you?” he muttered. His eyes widened as he realized what that meant. “You mean…” he said softly.

He was Joe? How?

He almost asked, but there was something much more important to focus on. “They’re… no!” he shook his head, slamming his hands on the ground. He refused to believe it. “No, they got out! They had to…” He bit his bottom lip. “I fought those Masters to give them time… they had to have gotten out… I…”

He shook his head. No. No. No. They just hadn’t seen them. They just had to not have seen them at all. They were just good at hiding. That had to be it. 

Rush walked over to Heath, who simply put a hand on his head. Rush sat down, staring up at him. 

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"We can't worry about what's been done, right? You did your best, and you actually stood up an' tried, which is 200% more that what everyone else in this city's done. Seriously. The fact that you even did a goddamn thing means more than the whole damn world."

Joe rubbed his chin, and fingered the top of his hip flask, but didn't drink yet. "So the key is that we gotta bust 'em out now instead. Somehow. I could prolly give you a hand in fixin that suit of yours, I'm a fair hand at motorcycle repair. I mean, I can't do them fancy fusion reactors, but I can rewire stuff okay."

He sat for a moment more, then sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Man I'm so fuckin' bad at plans. Blowing up the tower was Light's idea, an' that shit didn't work out well neither. All I got is try 'n sneak in with a lot o' guns, then sneak out."

He shrugged. "Or find a motorbike and just fuckin' crash through a window 'n all. But I watch too many movies." 

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“You can’t beat yourself up like that man. I did for years, trust me; my parents both died and I kept thinking, if I’d been there..”

“But you gotta realize, sometimes shit happens, and if you’d been there? You’d be caught too is what woulda happened. Better to be on the outside with friends to try to break back in, than stuck on the inside.” 

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“I could have fought,” Megaman said quietly. “From the blood, it looked like Heath tried. He’s got plasma burns, on top of the ones from the fire. He’s messed up pretty bad.” He lowered his head slightly. It was far too easy to focus on what he could have done. “I could have helped.”

Case in point.

“It looks like Rush got him out, though,” Megaman said, trying to be at least not totally depressing. “He’s… been helpful.”

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Heath awoke with a jolt. He looked around wildly, his eyes wide beneath his helmet. His eyes went past Joe, ignoring him. They locked on Mega. “Where’s d-” he coughed once and ignored it. “Where’s the Doc? Your brother? They… they…” His rapid breathing hurt his side. He grabbed it, wincing slightly. He looked down, happy that it had sealed itself at least. 

His visor kept filling with words. Warnings. He gripped it in both hands and threw it off. It bounced near Joe’s feet. He looked around the room again. Why had he taken the helmet off before scanning? He shook his head. It couldn’t scan the room. It had too little power. 

…had that thing mentioned a core rupture?

He coughed again, harder this time. He bent over, coughing some more. At least nothing came up this time.

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"Ha! You ain't dead, kiddo, well done," said Joe, picking up the visor. He put out the cigarette, then walked over to kneel by the younger man.  "Doc and Red got captured. You pulled a me -- which is t' say you, done got blowed up. Survived it better than me though. Joe Weller, by the way. You're with friends." 

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joe you need to get yourself a new sweet bike

YES

with rockets 

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Did u die a virgin?

fuc k u

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yes. heath is the son of you and the girl in the bar, come back from the future to save the city

if he came back in time......

.... why isn't he naked

that snow time travel works right 

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ladyproto replied to your post: you and your protoman (he goes by break now)...

He isn’t equipped with that function.

lame 

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maybe heath is you reincarnated

no that's bullshit

no such thing