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The Proto Man Chronicles 2The path ahead seemed long and full of many obstacles, though it was nothing that Proto Man wasnt already used to. He walked along the road leading out of the abandoned city left in ruins, as he starred over at the girl next to him, admiring how shed looked for a brief moment. He hadnt seen a real human in years. Everyone in this modern age was half-reploid or quarter-reploid, and it was something that was sort of starting to bother him, but even if there were humans out there in the reploid-filled cities, hed never be allowed to see him. He had been labelled a maverick time and time again. He starred down at his feet for a while, before Elly cleared her thought and broke the silence.
Hey. Youve been awfully quiet during this walk she said, still carrying his arm in her hand, holding it close to her, as if she was afraid of someone else taking it from her. It didnt seem to bother Proto Man as much as it had before. He ju
The Proto Man Chronicles 1Itd been a long time since the beginning of the Wily Wars. As Proto Man stood atop the rooftop of an abandoned building, cut off from any and all human contact, he thought to himself. He remembered everything that had happened since the start and wondering if his existence would ever actually end, having lived through the Wily Wars, the Robot Wars, the first Maverick Wars, the Elf Wars and the second Maverick Wars, he couldnt help but think that if that one argument between his creators, Dr. Thomas Light and Dr. Albert Wily, had never occurred, then none of these wars wouldve happened and humans would be living peacefully till this date. But the unfortunate truth is that everything is written in stone, and fate will not allow time to change. In fact, it makes time repeat itself.
Interrupting his train of thought, a strange purple and grey reploid teleported to the scene with red eyes and a grin which made him appear maniacal. In his hand, he wielded a scythe that glow
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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