I&#x27;ll protect the world!

Bro don’t listen to her, she’s a tyrant! I’m shocked she didn’t boss me into getting her ice cream instead.

Dad’s house, dad’s rules! Pretty sure Wily isn’t ever around period. What do you guys even do when you’re in need of repairs? Wanna go flag the Icecream man down with me, Cut?

Hey you little blue M&M whitelist me already I wanna get something from the ice cream truck!

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“Nope.” Blues says, grabbing onto the back of Rocks neck and moving him away. “Jewel is with them, its fine. Stop worrying so much, we need Tacos now. That is what is important, tacos with your big bro.” He slides his arm around Rocks neck and drags him along.

“Cut, get the door. And heck yeah Tacos on you, lets go.” He drags Rock out of the house and onto the street. “Look, taco time!” He points to the place down the street of a chili pepper with a sombrero and a huge mustache. It was all in delicious poor taste.

“Rock, Bro…”

He was right, and if this were another time maybe Cut would have been on his side too. Can’t ever trust DWNs, even when they act friendly.

But maybe Rock’s too right.

He shook his sadly head to his big bro’s questions before getting the door. “She–He? They can’t do anything right now. They couldn’t even hurt me! I trust Jewel, he’s strong. Besides, Dad already knows that Copy’s here. …I think?”

Surprisingly, Cut caught up with them quickly even after the garage door shut behind He marveled at the hideously tacky cartoon chili pepper. “It’s so beautiful, Blues,” he fake sniffed. “Couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate getting rid of that mutating freak. I’ll miss dumping spiders on them…”

If Rock'd had a stomach he surely would have been sick with worry right about then. There was just something about leaving DWNs in his house that was not sitting well with the bomber.

“But… It's Forte,” He stresses, staring wearily at the politically incorrect chili pepper. “He's not one of Wily's pushover Robot Masters or... or Toad Man. There's no way Jewel could win a fight against him if he had to!” It wasn't that Rock didn't think he was weak by any means! The mining robot had given him a good run for his money a few years ago, but Forte was on a different level completely; that, and he didn't want to come home to a burning house and a glittery smear left on the front walk.

“You know, this place is really racist… maybe that's got something to do with why it's Doctor Light's favorite. I wouldn't be surprised to hear that he was bankrolling this place with his patronage alone.”

Shoving his hands in his hoodie pocket, Rock shrugged. Either way, it seemed like this was a losing battle and putting himself in a bad mood about it wasn't going to fix anything.

“Alright, alright fine. Let's just get some tacos.” A smile finally budged on Rock's face.

“...Can we get extra guacamolito sauce?” And maybe one of their famous tote bags too.

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Blues watched the other bots leave and then turned back to Rock and Cut, a grin on his face.”Okay so, bro, Forte actually helped me with my weird networking issue so I can leave the labs. So long as I can transmit data packets that update the computers with more core status I’m fine!”

He looked really excited, but looked at his little brothers and calmed down, putting a hand on each of their shoulders. “But this does not, in no way mean, that I’m ditching you guys again. Okay? I’m here to stay, thick and thin, no more being…a coward.” He says, looking towards Rock.

“Lets get some tacos.” He says finally, done with the emotional stuff for now he picked up his scarf from where Treble had abandoned it and popped on his sunglasses, hiding his eyes. “I know a place.” He says and reaching up he slams the loading bay door closed.

Cut slowly climbed down from the massage chair, wiping the bitter look on his face from when Copy pushed him. That little nasty creep owed him a real fight. Outdoors. No holding back. (Maybe he’d be flexible on that last bit.)

But none of that today.

The smile he gave his oldest brother was one of trust. “Yep, got it!” This was the guy that got him to Skull Fortress to extract damaged A.I. programming from his head. How could Cut judge him after that?

Or maybe he just didn’t want another problem.

“TACOS! Have any of us been there before?” Following them out, the tiny DLN scuttled to catch up. Short legs sucked, but whatever! Didn’t matter, they were all equals here! “How about I use that swear jar money I was gonna donate today and treat you fellas? I think Nado might want something anyway.”

However pleased he was that Blues had at least recognized that running away from everything that scared him wouldn’t make it go away, there were far more pressing matters at hand.

“Wait a minute...” Rock mutters quietly to himself, hand pressed to his chin in thought before it dawned on him.

“Was that the Copy robot!? What’s HE doing in the house?” He looks directly at Cut, hopeful for answers. “Tacos can wait. There’s no way I’m letting Copy and Forte just walk through the place like they own it.” Especially not while their maker was sleeping and blissfully unaware of the Wilybots’ presence.

“If dad sees them, he’s gonna freak out.”

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“AT&T? Only 8GB and 6G.?” Blues asks as his head closes up sealing like it had never been open. He gets off the massage chair and waits for his system to finish downloading the proper drivers off the network and then he instantly sets it to connect to all wifi networks.

“You couldn’t get me Unlimited data?” He asks again, a hand up to rub at his right eye which had a sudden little ATT loading world flash over it. But it worked, he wasn’t bound to Doctor Lights network anymore, he was mobile. “All nit picking aside, that was a good idea, Forte.” He compliments. “Its not ideal but its not bad either, I can leave the Labs, I just gotta turn off my data when not connected to wifi.” He snorts. “Maybe later we can find one to upgrade it.”

He walks over to Forte and hugs him tight. “Thank you, bro! This is the best present, even better then something Santaman himself could drop under our tree!” He turns and pulls Rock over too, grinning from ear to ear.

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“What was THAT all about?! Jewel! Come on man, answer mee! Where are you guys going?!” On the other side of the garage door they could hear Cut chasing after Jewel who had already discovered them.

Copy’s screaming and dramatic leave with Jewel caused him to follow and now he wasn’t sure what exactly he was looking at.

First he stares at Forte, then to Blues hugging them, then to Rock standing in the back looking all pearl-clutchy in his eyes. The orange DLN stood there, motionless and blinking occasionally. His hands twitched but ultimately unclenched. Then, very slowly, he opened his mouth.

“Can I sit in the massage chair?”

Ohhhh this was juicy. This was intensely magnificent. This was factually delicious.

Copy, still an adorable but odd amalgam of Roll and Jewel, takes a few seconds to take in the entire sight and scenario between the two trios. And then she GRINS like the devil himself just made her a new scarf and presented it to her in a silky purple box.

The potential drama that would come out of this was so great it made Copy’s head spin. She turns her grin up at Jewel. “Isn’t it nice to have the family together like this?” She snarks, hiding a chuckle between her teeth and looking back at everyone else. Which led her gaze a bit to the left, to a dusty grey stepstool shoved under a shelf. She loses the grin and squints a death squint at Cut. That little shit…

“This shit isn’t free.” Forte complained, raising his arms away from Blues as the prototype embraced him. “Who the hell has money for unlimited data? Look at you being all greedy, I’m sure 8GB” pronounced ‘gee-bee’ of course, “is more than enough data for anyone. I never go over two gee-bees of data on my cellphone, and that’s what you are now, a cellphone that can teleport. You put SIM cards in phones after all.” He was uncomfortable with being hugged in front of Rock, and generally uncomfortable with same-sex affection in general. At least no one else was there to see it.

There was everybody, standing in the doorway, seeing it. Forte froze, looking like a deer in headlights that didn’t know how to put its arms down and had an extremely elderly robot clamped about its midsection partway through an expression of gratitude.

He made a noise then. It sounded something crossed between NGHHHHH and UGHHHHH and EGHHHHHH, and was rather loud. Prising Blues off of him, he too a few steps back, straightening his clothes.

Cut broke the ice at least, the SWN giving an aggressive shrug to his request. “It’s yours, that is now your very own personal massage chair.” he added, “And maybe if you give Rock ten bucks he’ll even give you a crappy mall massage.”

And Copy, wow, what a mess. He was Copy Jewel Man and Copy Roll simultaneously, the girl’s clothes sticking out from under mini-Jewel’s armour. “You weren’t kidding about being broken.” he commented, looking worried and a little disgusted. His gaze drifted upward to the real thing, to whom he accidentally made eye contact with and gave Jewel a 'sup-nod to, suddenly realising he was dressed like there wasn’t a washer/dryer anywhere in the Skull Fortress.

“Anyway… bye.” Waaaay too many Lightbots in way too small of a space. He wasn’t about to be the weirdo neighbour to their early 90’s family sitcom.

“We’re returning the chair in the morning.” Rock corrected with a sideways glance and snicker in Forte’s direction. “So you can sit in it until then!” Actually, now that Cut had mentioned it, he kind of wanted to try it out too. Ahem.

Looking toward the small crowd gathered in the doorway, Rock’s smile slowly faded into a look of confusion upon seeing the strange state his sister was in.

“...Roll?” He questioned, hesitating. He barely even noticed Forte announcing his departure.

"Why are you wearing armor?”

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Forte stared Rock down for a long hard moment, lip curled in disgust. He started to ask him how dare he question him when-

>JUST GET IT OVER WITH

Gospel complained, knowing his partner all too well. Forte could argue until the heat death of the universe occurred and still have more to say.

“Blues let me in the house, I got the chair at the mall at "Massagetopia”, and it’s uh… it’s-“ he examined the tip of the screwdriver for a moment. ”-medium size.“ he explained a little too confidently. He dug around in his pockets for a minute before holding out a small little chip, about no bigger than a pinkie nail.

"I have to put this in him, it’ll fix it.” Forte explained further, with authority. He looked into Blues’ head, as though there’d be a big ol CRAM IT HERE sign written up in there. He didn’t want to tell Rock he’d picked it up at the mall too… so he didn’t. Maybe he knew where to put it.

“You stole a chair!?” Rock condemned, not actually sure why he was even surprised. “Why? We have plenty of tables in the lab. Poor Massagetopia... I don’t even want to think how much this is going to cost their business.”

His lips formed an unwitting smile at Forte’s response. “You don’t know anything about tools, huh?”

“That goes right there.” Rock informed. Looking into his brother’s open head with his rival felt almost morbidly casual for whatever reason.

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>Make it stop

Gospel bitched, his doggy face unable to convey the depths of disgust he was currently mired in. >Maker please >If it was anyone else I’d think they were being sarcastic.

Forte didn’t immediately respond, staring at the two of them with a look of revulsion mixed with confusion. It really was a level of schmaltz he was unprepared for, and going from righteous fury to THIS in such a brief amount of time left him with emotional whiplash.

“Are we doing this or not?!” he barked finally, when he’d regained his senses. “Not to interrupt your Disney Channel Family Moment™ or anything.” What was really impressive was hearing him pronounce the ™ and everything.

“Awesome.” Blues says to Rock, letting him go, and then turning to Forte. “Awesome.” He says a bit more sarcastically about Fortes small fit. “Lets do this already, if I wait any longer I’m going to change my mind.” He drops back into the chair, and holds onto it tightly after he activates his head panelling, letting it slide away so Forte can do whatever it was that would set him free.

He lets out a deep, drawn out sigh. “Okay, I’m ready. Just do it.” He closes his eyes, hoping that Forte doesn’t short him out in front of Rock. How embarrassing, having his panels open in front of Rock, he knew Rock was a professional, but man.

Forced to suck up his lingering sentiments rather quickly, Rock sighed as Blues turned his back to him and made his way back to the, um, massage chair?

"What are you even doing in there?” The bomber prodded, venturing further into the room to take a seat. He’d sat in plenty of times for Blues’ comfort when Dr. Light did repairs on him, so it was only right that he did the same when it was Forte.

“Did Blues let you in the house? Where’d you get that chair? What sized screwdriver is that?”

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Forte wanted to disagree with Blues about the look he got on his face while looking at robot insides (he couldn’t even see him! That wasn’t fair!), but Rock was still in the room for some reason.

“Oh yeah, way to make it about you!” He snapped at him. Ugh, he felt like he needed a shower, there was something about seeing your nemesis in an oversize t-shirt and way-too-short gym shorts that was just disgusting and disheartening. “Shouldn’t you be cheering for his freedom? Shouldn’t YOU be trying to liberate him instead of ME? Why the fuck did this fall on my shoulders- aren’t you the ‘hero’ after all?” he sneered.

Forte shifted the screwdriver from overhand to underhand, like he was ready to have a screwdriver knife fight at any moment.

“You know damn well it’s what he wants, how dare you question him!” He didn’t need a reason to be mad at Rock, but having one during times like these was nice.

“Oh Rock…” Blues sighs, looking away as he figures out the best way to say this without hurting his brothers feelings. “I’m not going anywhere, honestly.” He says finally. “I’m just…I want to have the option. Doctor Light hasn’t installed anything….he’s not letting me…I’m just tired of carrying around a car battery and a linksys router around in a lame handbag.”

That sounded less like him playing the blame game with Doctor Light, even if he was stuck here because of Doctor Light. “If I can go where I want, when I want, then I wont feel trapped. You know? I can go to the corner store with you and cut and load up on guacamole chips and not be tethered. I can just…be free.”

“Its okay Forte, you know he can’t help it.” Blues says, standing up from the chair he walks up to Rock and puts his hands on his brothers shoulders, looking into his eyes. “I’m never going to leave you alone again, Rock. Someday soon, that is going to mean a lot more then Kirby night.” Humans didn’t live forever.

“Now, lets let Forte knock around my noggin and perform his big surprise, and then, if it works, I’ll get you a megaburrito from the truck down the road. Okay? Anything you want on it! The guy owes me a favor.”

Rock remained very still and very silent for a few moments, wincing at Forte's words.

“I'm sorry—”

Rock's jaw tightens as he glances toward the SWN. It was taking everything in him to keep his left arm an arm and not a buster. He was feeling bitter and disgusted with himself because Forte was right… Rock had went and made it about himself. He'd been more concerned about his own feelings than his brother! Some hero.

“I-I just— it was so nice to have you at ho— around the lab,” Rock corrects, “And we've already lost Elec this year,” The younger robot's voice wavered. “I'm so… so sorry Blues. I didn't mean to make it all about me.”

Blues approaching him seemed to lighten Rock's mood a little, though the air was still very tense around the three of them. “I just wish you'd told me instead of him.” He finally admits, cautiously reaching up to clap his hands on Blues' shoulders. 'You used to tell me everything,' he wants to say, but instead he smiles warmly.

“Okay. If this is what you want then it's what I want, too.”

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There was something visceral and gross about watching Blues open himself up. It was something Forte didn’t want to be reminded of when he looked at his friend… and it defeated the purpose of bringing all these screwdrivers. He’d assumed it would’ve been harder to pop Blues’ headparts open but here he was, looking deep inside him. Okay, no, that was just gross.

He was about to ask how to ground himself (no seriously, how the hell does that even work) when he appeared.

Forte gripped the screwdriver he was holding so hard the plastic handle splintered, though he was comforted by Gospel’s sudden deep growl. Yes, sure the mechanical lupine was laying on the ground wrapped in one of Blues’ scarves- but it was the principal of it all. It was okay though, things were still under control!

He had options. There was any number of things Forte could say to diffuse the situation, but unfortunately he was still Forte, and the SWN just blurted out the first thing that came to mind, which was,

“GET OUT!!!“

He unfortunately sounded like a teenager that’d just been walked in on during some alone time. "YOU GET THE FUCK OUT ROCKMAN!”

Yeah that’d cover it. At least he’d successfully surpressed the urge to ask him what he was doing there, considering Rock lived here and all.

Blues’ head quickly closes back up as he gives Forte a look and then smiles over at his brother. “Don’t mind Forte, he’s attempting to do science. Its not going so well, so far. I think he’s over thinking robot insides again, you always get this look.” Blues imitates Fortes cringe as he puts his sunglasses back on.

“Don’t mind us, Rock. We’re trying to fix my wireless issue. Forte things he’s got an idea, and I’m tired enough of caring around a linksys and a car battery that I’m crazy enough to let him try it out.”

He looks at Forte for a moment and his crushed screwdriver. “You’re a lab assistant Rock, why don’t you help Forte. I’m sure he’d be willing to work together for this, since he’s my friend. And this would mean a heck of alot to me if it worked. You know, friend stuff.” He says staring hard at Forte from behind his shades.

Confusion colored Rock’s face at the conflicting orders. “Science?” He blinks, scratching the back of his sleep tousled hair. “You mean you’re trying to... to…” For a moment, that one syllable was the only thing Rock could force out of his mouth.

“Blues? You wanna leave?” He asks rather suddenly, closing the door behind himself. Forte and his dog might as well have been invisible to him.

“You could have talked to me about it. I know you can't trust Doctor Light, but you can definitely trust me!” But that bitten lip and those baby blues bright with sadness were the exact reasons why Blues couldn't have just come to Rock for help.

“… Is this what you really want?”

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“Hell NO I’m not telling you- there’s no surprise when it works if you already know what’s coming!” Forte barked, setting the bulky chair-thing down, swinging it onto its feet like it weighed as much as a 20-piece McNugget. Gospel immediately started attempting to steal Blues’ scarf, which involved jumping on him and trying to bite things off his neck. It was not a neccesarily friendly gesture.

“Now sit or…. recline or whatever the hell you do in this thing. Also uh, open the part of you that holds your communications uh, parts.”

Forte put the bag of screwdrivers down with a thud, unzipping to reveal… yeah it really was an entire backpack filled with different sized screwdrivers.

“Unless I have to do that part. Just tell me where you keep it, I know what I’m looking for.”

Blues gives a small grunt as he’s dogged, I mean wolfed. Letting the big thing take his scarf. “Gospel, man, you could’a just asked.” He sighs. Forgetting just how heavy the wolf shaped companion of Forte was. He moves around the robo-hound now in possession of one of his lesser scarves and steps up to Forte’s 3 ring circus of a lab table.

“Alright, alright. Both of you are so pushy tonight.” He sits down in it, and reaching up takes off his sunglasses, setting them off to the side before he reaches up and tugs his Doofy sweaty back down his neck a bit. “There is a button…” He mumbles, feeling around right behind his ear before his finger taps it just right and the whole back of his head opens up, and his neck opens down, both sliding away to reveal Blues’s communications hardware.

Little white lights flashing here and there, complex connections, ribbon cables and micro processors hidden behind tough looking carbon fiber padding and heavy plastics. “You should be able to life the casings with a small phillips. 4 screws, don’t loose them. Got some trays you can put them on right over there.” He motions with his hand as he leans forward and puts his face in the head rest, resting his hands on the arm rests and letting out a deep breath.

“Please ground yourself before you touch my head, I really like my voice and my comm links.” He chuckles.

Before Forte could even begin to touch a single thing inside of the prototypes’ head, there was one, two knocks on the door and suddenly, in true younger brother fashion, Rock appeared.

“Hey Blues? Is everything alright?” Rock mumbles sleepily, his lithe body leaning against the doorframe. “I heard the roll-up door, and...”

“Whoa!” He shouts, now very alert and blinking rapidly at the horror movie-esque sight before him.

“What are you doing?!” Now there was a guy he wouldn’t let near his noggin with a screwdriver for anything.

Just a heads up!

((OOC: This account is under new management until the previous player returns or the mods receive an application from someone who wants to play Rock.))

All he wants from me is to kill you. How exactly is it a bad thing if I don’t like that?

I’m not sure what I feel about anything at this point. About how he treated me… About my brothers… It’s all still being figured out.

Oh.. Hm..

I'm never sure what to think about the Wily Family situation. Like, how many of his bots are only programmed to serve him, and what others genuinely love and follow him... I know there's many that do, and that's okay, but then there's others that I'm not sure about..

Like, you and Enker both seem like you have mixed feelings about Dr. Wily, and then there's the whole deal with Elec getting forcibly kidnapped to serve him. And maker knows how many others might only be there the same way Elec is...

I wonder how Wily plans to stay on top of something so mixed-up... But then again, he really seems to thrive when he can stir up a crazy situation.

It’s… fine. I guess. Haven’t tried yet.

Besides, I’m not nearly as fond of Wily as he probably thinks I am.

Well, I guess the best fight is one that doesn't wind up happening! Not sure what to say about your feelings on Dr. Wily though. Honestly, I've got my own history with him, but I think it's a real shame in any situation that a robot winds up feeling unfondly of their creator.

He's not so bad to his own bots, is he?

A body, for one… I suppose Wily didn’t want my memory core to go to waste. Either that or he didn’t know how to program something like me again. I’m complicated like that.

I still do have coding in my program that’s telling me to kill you, hence the awkwardness…

I guess that's not really surprising.

It’s… you.

This is awkward.

Maybe it doesn't have to be! What's new, Ballade?

jewelman said: Rock, feel free to go take a look around in my closet for something to wear. I think I speak for everyone (other than our maker, of course) when I say nobody wants to see you have to wear another pair of shortsies ever again.

Ah-! Really!? Oh thank you Jewel, thank you thank you thank--

*Rock taskbars Tumblr down for a second and checks over his shoulder to make sure Dr. Light isn't spying. Coast seems clear.*

--thank you..!

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I’m going.

Sad to say, I don’t think any of my brothers are your height or size. Can’t one of your brothers help you pick out a suit? It sounds like your family is well off. Your father ought to understand, right?