Thunder Beam

Control All Humans Power Tower or the CAHPT!

Flash moved around the base of the huge tower he’d been working on non-stop for months. He didn’t trust a single robot on the Island to be able to work on this. He barely trusted the base bots he controlled to help. He had a huge wire plugged into the back of his neck as he walked around in his armored boots, body suit and lab coat.

He taps on a tablet a few times, and then taps at a large arcade looking panel on the side of the tower. Actually it used to be an arcade game, aliens and zombies or whatever still emblazoned on the side shooting each other. But you used what you could work with, and humans dumped all kinds of useful shit at the dump constantly.

“Elec.” He calls, walking back towards an old car chair that was set up in a round wired faraday cage set up, floating just off the ground in side the base of the tower. “We are ready for our first ever RM testing!” He turns, looking pleased with himself, and dirty. His hair unkept and unruly pointing in every which way, his eyes holding just a bit less sanity then normal.

“With this we should be able to tap into the world nations power cable here in the ocean, which I have driven the Island Fortress over. I’ve already sent down bots to connect us to the cable, with that much power at our finger tips you should be able to plug into it and BAM!!!” He throws his arms in the air. “Have control of the the worlds power grid! Then from their, the humans will have no choice but to negotiate with us for return of their electricity. We’ll demand huge sums of money and amnesty for all DWN’s and Doctor Wily!”

#elec and flash build a tower of garbage #laughing like ruby spears baddies #amazing #i hope it breaks #ooc tags

“The world?” Elec sighed, the very sight of Flash in such a rough looking state breaking his composure and making him chuckle just a bit. “Someone’s ambitious.” Patting the big lug on the cheek, Elec walked past him to take a look at just what he’d be dealing with here.

Initially, he’d been wary, unsure of just how deep the loyalty ran in 014, but he saw now that the fears had been for nothing. Flash had made his vision his own personal project for months, and it seemed that all of the pieces were finally coming together. Kind of.

“It looks...” Like a piece of garbage? Not at all like the conceptual artwork? “Substandard.” Elec finally deemed, nudging what looked to be a strangely placed car window crank mechanism with the tip of his boot.

“But I suppose that much was to be expected, given the location... You’re sure this is ready for testing?” Despite his words, it wasn’t as if Elec had been upset at Flash. Honestly, he was thrilled! And his expression showed as much when he turned back toward the time-stopping robot for an answer.

I love you!

I’m sure.

#Anonymous

>Happy Birthday, Elec.

>Considering the tone of most of the messages I receive from you, an activation day greeting is rather surprising.

Not that he'd bothered checking his messages from the DLNs in a timely manner...

>Thank you, Cut Man.

No, no, no, and no.

>Be careful doing that, I forgot to put you one his whitelist. When he gets bored he gets mischievous.

>You honestly haven’t noticed the shitty lemonade stand down by the racetrack I built for Quick? He’s had that thing up for awhile now, and sells fist smashed lemon rinds and juice for 5 schmence.

> Is that what that is? I don’t imagine business is doing very well... but regardless, I don’t care about what your juice selling clown friend does, just keep him away from the tower.

flashistheman replied to your post:>Hey, come look at the Tower. I was thinking of...

>You…you haven’t noticed him in the halls?

> If I did, it was probably so daft that I forcibly deleted the memory from ever occurring... Wily you sick old bastard.

>Hey, come look at the Tower. I was thinking of adding self defense posts on it, to keep Clownman from scaling it. Or something, I want you to come look at the guns before I bolt them on.

> ..... You guys have a Clown Man? Really?

Flash felt his fans kick in when the DLN touches him under the chin and it takes a few seconds for him to catch up. “Aww yes. Yes, we are ahead of schedule, we have plenty of time we can spend…goofing off.”

"We could people watch. Have you ever just sat on a bench and watched people walk by. I could get you a pretzel, we could go see a movie." He had no idea how dates went, or if Elec would like the whole candle light dinner thing. "I could steal one of Wily’s credit cards and take you some place nice."

#how do u work tumbl #flashmin get me pratzel #replies to ages old threads

"I think I've done more than enough sitting and watching humans, Flash." The DLN snapped, snatching his hand away from under the other robot's chin. "27 years worth of it, in fact." He adds, and though his words sounded almost bitter, Elec was still smirking.

"Fine. We'll spend the day your way- inefficiently. Though, if you're planning on trying to bore me with some mall food and a movie, we might as well just cancel here and now."

>I could come down there and be your valentine if you want.

> You could…

Flash is silent for a moment as he stares at those words. Finally he unbuckles himself and hits the ladder, climbing down to drop in front of Elec man. “Then let me take you out to do something.”

It was interesting how quickly that response had gotten Flash down to the base of the tower when every other time he called him down to look over a new plan he would drag his feet.

"We're so close to being finished here." He coos and touches the DWN under the chin. "—And you want to stop to go goof off."

He smiles when he gets a reply back. Going back to working.

>Eh, I don’t really. But I know DLN’s do a bit, so I figured why not.

>I could come down there and be your valentine if you want.

He teases.

> You could...

#but?

Flash sits up on the tower he’d been welding on, strapped to it and watching the dashboard flood with life and messages about valentines day. Why Robot Masters wanted to celebrate these holidays in the first place. But it seemed to pull everyone from their usual chores and charging.

He looks down at Elecman below, watching the DLN pace around, or look over plans. Or work on something himself.

>Hey Elec.

>Happy belated Valentines day.

Upon receiving the message, Elec looked upward to where Flash was, high up on the tower and working diligently.

>Do you Wily bots actually celebrate such a ridiculous holiday? Or is it just another good excuse to wrangle someone into your bed with you?

He smirks, finding the message amusing and sweet nonetheless.

>Happy Valentines Day, Flash... I won't keep you here tonight if you want to go. There's enough for me to work on right now by myself.

H-Happy Valentine's day...

Same to you.

>Hey Elec! Uhm, if you and Flash aren't too busy plotting things, Cut really needs to talk to you. He's got something important only he can tell you.

> And if what Cut Man has to tell me is so important, then why are you his messenger?

Damn

Cut blushed. “I’m not a drama queen,” he said as they moved forward. The bar and its seats were all too tall for him. It couldn’t have been more obvious he didn’t belong. “…What do you mean poison?”

After a struggle, the small DLN hoisted himself on one of the stools. He placed himself conveniently next to Elec. He was going to serve as Cut’s shield whether he liked it not. “I don’t drink. I snuck beer once but I hated it. The taste was bad. So I wouldn’t know what I like. Besides, it doesn’t do anything to me because I’m—”

Stuck in a child’s body.

The way Elec prattled off to him didn’t help either. It made him feel like a school kid being lectured, a staple in their relationship. At first Cut chuckled uncomfortably and then fell silent. Like if Flash told an extremely nasty joke.

"Funny you mention that Flash," he croaked. His voice cracking juuust a bit more than he intended. He could feel his whole body cringe as he smiled. ”I already talked to Blues about it. I, uh…”

He really didn’t want bring the news up yet, especially not in front of Elec.

"I don’t want this body anymore. I made up my mind. …I’m not a kid so they can’t make me one." He tried to sound matter of fact, but couldn’t help but wonder the reactions. He recoiled. "But there’s nothing to do about it. I don’t want to be reset like Blues or held back like Rock."

He loved his father but he wasn’t blind. Small hands strummed nervously along the counter and he looked up. "…Elec, what’s our mopping robot doing here?"

"Oh he hated it? Shocker." He snorts as he drinks, giving Elec a smirk. But when Cut talks about not wanting it anymore he looks surprised. "Then ask Doctor Wily? Or me." He stats, setting his drink down. "You don’t have to stay in that body, but once you do change, there is the chance you might not get to go back home to Doctor Light." Flash chuckles into his glass, the pixels on his cheeks getting a bit brighter.

"This robot? I don’t know, I think Plant found it." He shrugs. "Its been at every dance we’ve had, but it makes a good drink." Flash turns to look out at the dance floor and at all the other guests. He turns back around. "Bar keep! Another!"

'What's our mopping robot doing here?' had been a nice attempt at covering up the heaviness of what'd been put out on the table, but it wasn't working. Surprise flickered over Elec' face, soon replaced with a strange sort of approval as he turned toward Cut Man. "Is that true?" He asked, looking away from him only briefly when two drinks were set out before them both despite neither of them placing an order for anything. The bartender had probably just given them the same as what Flash was having. Hopefully it wasn't anything TOO unpalatable, but this was Flash after all.

Elec, of course, had already known that there'd been a lot more to Cut boiling just below the surface. They'd ALL grown so much from when they were first built, but this… "You're wrong. Doctor Light would always accept him back into his home." he corrected forcefully. The old man was anything but a cruel father… for a moment he almost looked a little guilty for saying so, though.

Dan

Appropriately, said manchild’s face was starting to look like a kicked dog’s. Cut carefully removed the glass on his head cupping both hands around it. One last sniff didn’t make it any less repulsive.

Elec’s face looked forgiving and kind, but something about his tone pricked the boy’s skin. His apology was like 100 little needles.

And yet some irrational part still wanted to be with him.

His hands clutched the glass tightly, but he slowly walked up and handed it back. ”I won’t cause any trouble,” he murmured. Their presence kept looming over him.

>Deal.

He sends back, before rolling his eyes as he looks down at Cut. “Come on, you little drama queen.” He reaches down and takes the glass. “Lets get some drinks, whats your poison, Cut?” He says, and pulls them all towards the bar.

DJ Mix’n’Pour was juggling tumblers not far down, before he slides sideways over to them to get their orders. He asks for a refill to his mojito. “So Cut, must suck to be stuck in a kid body.” He says, sitting at a bar stool.