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Fire Man was determined to make this monster fall before him, just as he had made everyone else his victims before him. No matter how terrifying Guts Man was, he would make him fall to his knees, silence those roars of rage, and burn his IC chip. He would not get caught, and he would not be defeated!
Fire Manās eyes widened in horror as he suddenly felt something grab one of his arm cannons, his irises turning to a darker shade of red. He tried to pull himself out of the behemothās grasp, but then he felt it being crushed, the plating digging into and sabotaging his internal components. He pulled against the monsterās grasp, no longer caring about his arm. If he had to rip it off to escape, so be it! Anything was better than being in that thingās grasp!
Unfortunately, he wasnāt fast enough. Guts Man had grabbed at his other arm and Fire Man could feel that being crushed too. He shut his eyes, pulling against the behemothās grip as much as he could to no avail. He let out a gasp as he felt a giant boot pressed to his chest, and had his arms torn off as though they were garden flowers. He had no weapons now, and his processor was crammed full of messages indicating errors and pain reception. His optics began to glitch as he opened his eyes and found himself unable ā or perhaps unwilling ā to fully focus on the behemoth above him.
Fire Man let out a grunt as he was lifted off the ground, and he carefully looked away from the monstrosity holding him up in the air. He could feel the hatred boring into him, but he couldnāt look. In a last ditch effort, since he wasnāt entirely harmless, he tried to output as much heat as possible from his cauldron, perhaps melt Guts Manās hand, only to find himself slammed face first into the burning ground beneath him. He let out a very quiet whimper, managing only one word in those few moments.
ā⦠P ā KZT! ā P-Pleaseā¦ā
Guts Man paused for one thing- one thing he'd never done in this mindset before: speak.
"SĢĢĶĶĢĢ®ĶAĶĢĶDĢĢĢ ĶØŅISĢ ĶĢ ĢĶĢŗĶĢ̤Ģ̪̤TĶÆĶØĶŖĶ̦ĢĢ¦Ģ³Ķ .̽Ģͫ̽Ķ̤̹ MĢ̽ĢOĢĢĢĶͤĢNĢĶØĢĢĢ̮̱̰SĢĶĶØĢĢĢØĢ£ĢT̾ͧĶĶ„ŅEĶĢĶĶĢĶ„Ģ̧RĶĢĢ̮ͮͤĶĢ».ͤͮĢ̬̈́Ķ"
This wasn't the voice that used to sing to the family. This wasn't even the voice that called out orders to his workers- hell, this wasn't even the voice he'd threaten DWNs with! This was something entirely different- even disregarding the corruption due to damages, as if just the same way that Fire Man's previously loving, gentle personality was nowhere to be seen in his sadistic programming, Guts Man's own kindness and heart had vanished in this mindset.
He slammed his fist down on Fire Man's back, hard enough to shatter the armour that covered it. However, he hadn't quite managed to break what he wanted to break yet, so he raised his fist with the intent to slam it down again. He kept speaking, throwing down his fist every few syllables.
"AĶLĶL WEEĢØK? Ķ¢YOUĶ DĶ¢IDN'T LĢ·AĶST AĢ·NĢ¢ ĢØHO̵URĶ¢.̵" SLAM. "PĶL̶ȨAĢØSE? P̶LE̵AĶSĶE WHĢØAT?Ķ SPĶAREĢ” ĶYOUĶ?̵"Ā BAM. Plating fell apart in pieces to either side of Fire Man's body. "YOU PĢATHĶEĶTĢ”IĢ·CŅ RĶAĶ T.Ķ" CRACK. Various structural pieces were broken under the pressure. "TĢHĶ¢IĢ·S̶" BAM. "ISĶ” WHAT" BAM. Guts Man's target was exposed, leaving it vulnerable to destroy. "YĶOU̵ DĶEĶ”SERVĢ”E̵!̧!ĢØ" SNAP!!
Fire Man's robotic spine was broken in half under Guts Man's fist. With a snort of satisfaction, Guts Man kicked Fire Man over onto his back; he then simply ripped off what was left of his brother's chest plating, exposing his ribcage and core. Guts Man then jabbed his hand into the aforementioned former structure, positioning his fingers so that they wrapped around his core. Using this leverage, he finally lifted Fire Man back up, this time not to smash him around any more- but instead to carry him.
Fire Man was finally going home.
Guts Man had won.
Fire Man was counting on those explosives taking care of Guts Man - or at least hindering him enough that he could make his escape. They had done neither, as he could feel the behemothās enraged roar shake the ground well after he shouldāve been incapacitated. Gritting his teeth, he refused to look back and ran full speed, fully overestimating his opponentās current condition. He was well within his rights to, for as long as that beast was online, he would put everything into fulfilling the objective of taking Fire Man down.
Fire Man, sad to say, had no more explosives with which to use against Guts Man. Being a sadistic monster known and wanted for murder made obtaining functional supplies extraordinarily difficult. Lacing that hideout with explosives took weeks of work, and he couldnāt spare any explosives. He began to regret not spending just a little more time searching for more of them, but he quickly shoved the thought out of his processor. No matter; if bombs wouldnāt do, perhaps a bit of fire would.
⦠Or perhaps not.
There was the sound of the ground splitting open and it gave way under him. Holding in a yelp of surprise, Fire Man desperately reached for some sort of stable ground, something that wasnāt falling apart so he could pull himself up and keep moving. He finally found some, but by the time he did, he was partially buried, and had to pull himself up, which took far more time than he wouldāve liked.
Fire Man did not like this at all. He was currently operating at 75% capacity, mostly so he could focus on his retreat. Clearly, that was far too low, and so he immediately switched to 100% capacity. What worried him was that he wasnāt sure if this behemoth was running at full power or not, and it was entirely possible he wasnāt. Guts Man is a newer, more recent model of the juggernaut combat robot, whereas Fire Man was the first, and not quite up-to-snuff. Although he had observed the beast from afar, he couldāve been upgraded, or perhaps Fire Man was simply unable to take him on in direct combat.
Regardless, Fire Man continued his retreat, the fear slowly building in his processor as he registered the shaking of the ground caused by Guts Manās feet. He dared not look behind him, he would not look, he wouldnāt look. As he ran, he began to build up the steongest fire storm he could muster, hoping that somehow, it would take this monstrosity down. The ground around him was spontaneously combusting from the heat alone, and the flames in his cauldron flared up as it released more and more pressure. Almost there, almost thereā¦
Done.
In less than ten seconds, Fire Man had done all he could do to charge up his weapons, and if this didnāt work, nothing would. Switching his hands to arm cannons, his irises glowing a bright red and his scelera turning yellow, Fire Man skidded to a stop, turning around, and charged towards Guts Man as fast as he could.
It was completely and utterly terrifying. Without any distance to protect him, he could see the behemoth up close and personal, and he began to regret his decision to run toward that thing. There was no stopping now. Hiding his fear behind a mask of rage, he growled and launched the fire storm right at the openings the explosives had created.
He didnāt stop there.
With his sudden awareness as to just how dangerous Guts Man was, he wasnāt willing to play his usual strategy of stationary offense. No, the second that fire storm was out, he charged another one. And the idea of running towards Guts Man? Forget it. He dropped to the ground and skid across it, hoping to avoid the behmothās grasp and skid underneath him. He released another fire storm - and another, and another, and another. There was no calmness or rationality to it, simply BURN HIM and DONāT LET HIM TOUCH YOU.
"AH KIN GO ALL WEEK, PARDNER!" Fire Man screamed, his voice full of anger, but if one were listening, one could hear an undertone of fear.
Guts Man barely missed his first swipe at Fire Man. The smaller DLN had managed to escape him momentarily, but that wasn't to say the beast wasn't catching up quickly. Sheer power left cracks in the ground where Guts Man's feet left them. He wasn't running at 100% capacity, but he was hitting all the maximums, as he always did when in Fire Man's presence. After all, that was exactly what this mindset was built to do to him. That was why it took so long for Guts Man to calm down after an encounter- because his systems were built to avoid giving up at all costs.
However, the damages were building. Even though Guts Man felt none of them, he was going to need repairs by the time he returned home. Cracks widened in the metal that he was built from, strained wires snapped. But they were irrelevant. The behemoth only focused on the capture, the kill- because he wasn't just going to grab Fire Man, no. He was going to make sure that the sadistic monster couldn't move a pseudo-muscle by the time he was through with him, and that would be discounting the accumulation that would occur on the way home.
Fire Man's first strike was met with another swipe at him. However, Guts Man was blinded by the fire momentarily, and although that blast damaged him to the point of partially melting his face, he didn't stop. Every Fire Storm was responded to with only more anger and lashing. Even after a few more, Guts Man simply wasn't letting up- as if he were trying to swat a fly rather than catch a robotic felon.
At several points, Guts Man roared in rage and irritation. The constant fire made it difficult to see where Fire Man was, and that enraged him further- since anger was the only emotion he was capable of at the present moment. It was about the best Fire Man could do to stall, but it very certainly wasn't going to work forever. He came close, more than once. In fact...
This only continued until finally, one blind lash into the flames earned Guts Man a grab at one of Fire Man's arm cannons. He clenched his fingers tightly around it, tightly enough to break through the plating on the outside and dig them into the machinations to the first knuckle. With that hold on Fire Man, Guts Man quickly grabbed at the other arm, this time managing to grab onto Fire Man's upper arm above his cannon. His grip tightened on that side as well, crushing it. Of course, Fire Man wouldn't be feeling his arms at all in a moment.
Guts Man pressed his boot to Fire Man's chest, then pulled on his arms while putting pressure away with his foot. Like pulling weeds, Fire Man's arms tore right out of his shoulders. Cables and wires snapped like string, fluids spilling from the carnage. The behemoth stood over his brother with his arms in each hand, then tossing them aside. Fire Man was harmless now... but the beast wasn't done. Low growls and a snarl came from Guts Man's throat, with a few slow steps towards Fire Man.
Guts Man grabbed Fire Man again, around the chest- his hand partially around where one of Fire Man's arms used to be. He lifted the smaller DLN into the air at arm's length; which was rather high off the ground, given Guts Man's new size. The beast could only look at his brother with hatred, baring his teeth. His hand tightened to crack Fire Man's chest armour.
Then, he slammed Fire Man face-first into the dirt, causing all sorts of damages from the impact. Afterwards, he pulled his hand away and turned it into a fist, raising it above his head. Fire Man only had mere moments to beg for mercy.
Just as Fire Man had promised, Guts Man could only find him when he wanted to be found. Though he had been turned into a monstrous behemoth with no other goal in mind save for tracking him down and bringing him back, Fire Man was no fool. He watched Guts Man from afar, giving him false leads, setting him on wild goose chases, and forced him into dangerous situations so he could assess his opponent. As best as he could tell, his ābrotherā was nothing more than a raging bull now. There were less strings to manipulate him with, as he was clearly not afraid, nervous, unsure, prideful, sentimental, or anything other than enraged. That made things difficult, but he could handle it. Heād run this behemoth into the ground.
The hideout had already been mostly cleared and moved to another location, with the only things remaining being garbage he didnāt need. He waited near the end of the cave, his arms crossed as he watched Guts Man enter.
Fire Man didnāt speak; he knew Guts Man wouldnāt listen. A vicious snarl was the only warning he needed. He charged right at him, dropping suddenly and skidding across the ground right under him. As Guts Man flew right over him, Fire Man activated the explosives he had laced his entire hideout with and bolted for the exit. He intended to blow Guts Man to smithereens and have the pieces buried in the debris.
One by one, the bombs would go off, each one right behind Fire Man, perfectly timed for his escape. The cave shook, the ceiling cracked and began to collapse, the oxygen was robbed thanks to the explosions, and the shockwaves nearly threw Fire Man off his feet, but he kept going, barely making it out of there in one piece.
Still, itād be foolish to assume Guts Man couldnāt somehow pull through this. Fire Man continued his retreat, hoping that the explosives at least did something to hinder he behemoth.
The room caved in on Guts Man. The behemoth shielded himself as the explosions went on, roaring in pain, covering his head with his arms until the entire cave had collapsed on top of him. Dust billowed in clouds from the rubble, a broken hole now the remains of Fire Man's hideout.
However, the sadist had all of one second to think he had escaped before the behemoth burst from his burial, rage echoing and shaking the ground within a mile's radius. And afterwards, Guts Man leapt- aided by his Super Arm redirected into his legs- out of the hole and out onto the earth. The moment he saw Fire Man running in the distance, he burst into a run after him, launching himself forward on his feet and fists like a gorilla.
Oh, he hadn't gotten out unscathed. Smoke came from some of the gaps in his armour. There was obvious denting and scratches, a large corner of his chest armour bent off to expose parts of his underlying structure, even a few internal loosenings. However, Fire Man had seemingly failed to account for Guts Man's sheer ruthlessness and determination. He was hurt, but he didn't care. There were no warnings in his processor to distract him. There was only anger.
He lept into the air and slammed his fists down at a magnitude to cause not only a tremor that would throw Fire Man off his feet, but break the ground open into a fissure beneath him to make it difficult to get back up. With this opportunity created, Guts Man went full-speed ahead like an out-of-control train, aiming to catch up to his brother. He ran upright this time, and readied his hands to try and grab Fire Man.
There was one more thing Guts Man- when he was self-aware- had counted on when he would be in the merciless mode. That was knowing that the above would happen- that no matter what trap Fire Man laid out for him, he'd break out being slowed down only by the time it would take to do so. His pain receptors would be shut off the moment he met Fire Man.
He would be just as much of a monster as his brother was.
ā (Sadistic Fire!AU)
This was going to be the end.
Guts Man was determined to make sure of it this time. In his conscious state, he tracked down exactly where Fire Man was, using the many calls and threatening messages that heād left. Fire Man might not be wholly cornered, and it mightāve been his home turf- the sadist had to have been hiding out SOMEWHERE for the past several months, since it was no secret heād captured and tortured numerous DWNs- but Guts Man knew that would ultimately mean nothing when he himself became just as monstrous as Fire Man. In that state of mind, thought was lacking not in a way that made for stupidity, but for pure instinct and to the extent of murder.
There was a chance Fire Man wasnāt going to make it out of this alive. But it was a risk that had to be taken, and Guts Man didnāt have a choice but to accept that- much like heād been forced to accept the death of Oil Man and his own recreation to successfully take Fire Man down.
In other words, little had changed from the last attempt to take Fire Man down. But Guts Man felt more prepared this time. Maybe he was being worn down after so many fights, and maybe he was storing his pain with the intent of taking it out mercilessly. It didnāt matter at this point. As long as Guts Man could find the willpower to do thisā¦
He left the lab, bringing nothing. No back-up, no weapons, not even an inhibitor collar. He knew he wasnāt going to even leave Fire Man with enough of a neck to put it around. He had his mission, and he was going to fulfill it bare-handed; not because of his pride or because he had something to prove, but because there was simply no other way to do it. He knew this already from prior fights. He hadnāt a song in his heart, because there was no song he knew of to fully express the pain of going to break your own brother.
Your own brother whom you loved, and wanted in the depths of your heart- metaphorical, granted- to protect. Your own brother whose warm smile and humble demeanor were corrupted and turned into something demented and evil. Whose comforting flames like a hearth spread and turned into a house fire. Oh, heavens⦠he shouldnāt have been thinking about that now, it was only going to make this that much harder. It was going to doom him- so he chose to think of the others.
Rock, who was traumatized and made into a fearful victim instead of the worldwide hero he was known to be. Roll- who would carry her brothersā emotional burden until the day she fell apart in disrepair. Cut Man, Ice Man and Bomb Man, whose loving sibling nearly dragged them to their tombs. Elec Man, whose best friend ruined his life. Time Man, whose previously unseen heart was broken- and Oil Man, who would never be there to mend that unseen heart again.
Much better.
Guts Man found where he was looking for. He grabbed the boulder blocking the way and threw it away, like it was a curtain rather than a solid makeshift door, and heard it shatter somewhere several metres to his left. He then started descending into the dark hellhole, his optics starting to glow a blank white and his hands clenching into powerful fists. It wouldnāt take him long to register Fire Manās presence, and thus, his far less thoughtful programming kicked in.
He started to growl. A vicious snarl was Fire Manās only warning before Guts Man burst in with a roar, lunging straight at him with otherwise no time for the sadist to prepare himself.
(Fourth Law Fire!AU) What would happen if Fire Man just couldn't take what he did anymore and ran away?
"Iād chase him down and bring him back."
There was no hesitation- like heād been thinking heād have to do something like that. No matter how many lives were lost in his blaze, Fire Man was his brother- and thus, someone he would protect at all costs. Nothing could change thatā¦
Nothing.
(Sadstic!AU) COMMUNICATION COMING FROM UNKNOWN. "Yer not gonna find me till Ah want'cha t'ah find me. Remember that." COMMUNICATION TERMINATED.
Even from whatever distance Fire Man was at, he would likely hear the earth-shaking roar that Guts Man let out from the sudden communication.
One main part of his upgrades was that any form of contact with Fire Man would be responded to in this way. With a complete, Hulk-esque transformation of his personality and prime directives, threatening to smash mercilessly and without guilt. Unfortunately, it was unlikely Fire Man was dumb enough to be within 100 metres of the behemothās rage, or Guts Man wouldāve been able to track him down easily and quickly.
As such, Guts Man was stuck. He was in hunting mode, but there was no target. This would last for the next hour before he calmed down, and until then, there was a low growl coming from his metallic throat and his glowing optics glared out the window.
(( One day, just grab up one of your brothers and sing this to them with no prior context. None. Just do it. ))
"WHERE'S ONE OF MY BROTHERS.
I NEED TO DO THIS.
RIGHT.
NOW."
"Nice work, Time Man!" Good to know the brat was at least decent enough to care and pay attention to the family when it mattered the most. "Like I said earlier; Fire Man and Oil Man are goin' in with me. Time Man and Ice Man, you two are staying outside in case we need back-up! I don't think it should take all of us to bring back Mega Man and Elec Man, but just in case..."
"THIS AGAIN?!"
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Flare had gone and fled backstage the moment he could, his face beet-red with embarrassment. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to get out of here, but since it was Tenor who had driven him to the karaoke barĀ (without telling him), it wasnāt like he could exactly leave. He had the keys, Flare couldnāt just walk home (not without Tenor chasing him down), and even if he had his truck he still couldnāt leave Tenor here without a ride home. Since he had no choice, he settled for hiding in a rather obscure corner that was heavily concealed by boxes and crates. Yes, this would be the perfect place to hide his shame and embarrassment from having been forced to sing on stage. Dear heavens, he soundedĀ awful!Ā ! Oh well⦠Tenor would sing for a few more hours, and then theyād get to leave, right?
Naturally, Flare had been amazing. Although the lack of confidence showed, sheer talent blew most singers right out of the water. Tenor had known his brother was capable of some incredible singing! Maybe it was because he was lucky and found him at the right place at the right time to hear his country-style brother sing to himself (or perhaps it was the strange omnipresence Flare accused him of having), or maybe it was because Dr. Light's love of music reached even his adopted kids.
Tenor's natural second reaction was to force Flare to sing at the karaoke bar the foreman had become a regular at.
Once Flare ran offstage despite the wild applause, Tenor passed the mic to the next guy and went to search for his brother backstage. He kept mostly quiet until he found the corner Flare was hiding at- and with a big grin, he grabbed his brother by the back of his shirt, like a mother cat grabbing her kitten by the back of its neck.
"Theeere you are!" Tenor exclaimed with a grin.
"I've said this already and I'll say it again: it wasn't me!!"
"Oh, really?! Explain how Rock got reprogrammed again, then!!"
By 'family meeting', Guts Man had apparently meant 'screaming match with Dr. Wily'. He and the not-so-good doctor had been arguing back and forth for a while now, with Dr. Light panicking a little and trying to calm Guts Man down. The others were helping to keep the foreman from getting aggressive as well, even if he couldn't do anything to Dr. Wily. Unbeknownst to anyone in the room, a fire-based DWN was listening in to the conversation.
"Rock's malware should have been entirely vanquished by the antivirus Thomas coded! There is no possible way I could have brought it back!" Wily snapped, perfectly free to move his hands as he talked while the foreman was restrained.
"Oh, really?! You don't have a copy of it lying around somewhere??"
"If I did- entirely theoretically- I wouldn't have access to it! I can't get to my computer or the data on it from here! And before you ask, even if I DID have contact with my robots and hypothetically if both that AND the existence of another copy were true, THEY wouldn't have the know-how to implement it and the antivirus would've kicked in again!"
Guts Man growled. "You could've coded a new one! Easily!"
"On Thomas' computer? And besides- speaking as someone who was forced to do evil- the timing is all wrong! If this were in any kind of- again, theoretical- plan, it would be convoluted and badly thought-out! I know you aren't the smartest of Thomas' boys, but give me a break!"
The foreman snarled in anger. How dare this balding, lying, back-stabbing old man...
... Of course, Fire Man then pitched in to remind Guts Man about the captured Elec- and they needed a plan. Taking the time to calm down, Guts Man started to formulate a plan.
"... We don't know what weapons Rock has. But if he's disabled Elec, then we can at least assume he has the Thunder Beam." The foreman turned to the children. "Time Man, Ice Man, I want you two to track the call Elec sent out. I want you two on standby in case we need your help fighting, but you're not coming in with us in case Rock tries to pick you two off first. Roll, stay back and keep an eye on us the way you and Pops did for Rock."
He looked over at the rest of his siblings. "The rest of us are all going in together- nobody splits off for any reason, understood? We trashed that copy robot easily because even Rock isn't as strong as all of us combined- and that was when it was just the industrial line. We all know very well what the kid's capable of, but it only goes so far. Once we disable Rock, we bring him and Elec home for repairs.
... Oh, and keep an eye out for DWNs. We don't want them getting involved."
With that, they had a plan. Everyone left the room after further, minor discussion- left in the room was Dr. Wily, who was soon confronted.
"... Rock's been reprogrammed."
Guts Man stayed silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around in anger, his voice booming throughout the labs;
"POPS! DR. WILY!! Aw, hell--" he opened his communications and added, "DLNs 2-7 and A and B! Family meeting; NOW!"
maybe he just didn't get the chance to call? time man's communications systems were disabled, weren't they? maybe something like that happened to him...
"I can still pick up a communications sign--!!"
SPEAKING OF WHICH...
"Hold that thought!"
Awkwardly shifts on his feet.
"So, uh, since Elec is missing and all⦠Whoās in charge? Someone needs to take charge of the situation, right?"
"I am."
"I told Elec to call for help when he needed it- and he didn't listen to me, clearly. I swear, if that moron's gotten himself killed...
Anyway, I'm built to be the boss. I'm the best guy for the job."
(Post Sadistic!Fire) ... I just spoke with Fire Man. He's told you to stop looking for him, and that he's not coming back. ... And he's sorry.
Guts Man slammed his fist against the wall directly next to him; he wasnāt about to smash his desk that heād been working at, and that was the next best thing. He clearly looked very angry and very unwilling to listen, his face contorting into a snarl and his optics brightening dangerously.
āSAVE IT!ā he demanded, raising his voice. āIāve got people telling me left and right that I should stop looking, now youāre gonna come and tell me YOU spoke with him?! Why would I believe that?! Furthermore, if thatās true, TELL ME WHERE HE IS, RIGHT NOW!ā
He grabbed up the anon rather easily, his other hand still clenched tightly into a fist. Were he not programmed back after what heād had to be upgraded to to take down Fire Man in the first place, he couldāve very easily crushed and smashed the anon into a bloody pile of pulp. He certainly wanted to.
"I spent SO LONG with our siblings getting hurt and tried SO HARD to bring him home- Rockās been traumatized ever since, Elecās never been the same eitherā Oil freaking DIEDā and then he ran away!! Do you know how much that hurts?! What the hell makes you think that just because heās not programmed like that anymore means Iāll stop trying?! Iād drag him back from the bowels of hell through the depths of the ocean back onto shore if thatās where I had to go to find him!ā
His grip tightens, his teeth grinding; he looked more and more like he was going to murder the anon right then and there, and looked angrier the longer it took to get a response in terms of Fire Manās whereabouts. It looked like they werenāt going to say a thing- and oh, how Guts Man wanted to force it out of them.
"Iām not going to stop looking," he continued, only slightly calmer than heād been a minute ago. "Iāll go obsolete and be decommissioned long before I stop doing everything I can for my family. I will bring Fire Man home. Someday- it canāt take long now. He canāt escape me forever.
And when I find him, Iām bringing him home.ā