The Proto Man Chronicles 1

It’d 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 couldn’t 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 would’ve 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 glowed a light shade of cyan. He starred into Proto Man’s eyes.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here,” said the newcomer, with his grin remaining clear on his face, his expression unchanged. Proto Man just turned his head slightly, seeming more than a little annoyed by this stranger.

“Go away,” Proto Man simply stated.

“I don’t think you heard me correctly,” continued the maverick. “I want to know who you are, and what the hell you think you’re doing in our area. This is only for the people who serve under Master Thomas! I am the ultimate Mega Man! So, you should just—“

At the moment, Proto Man turned his entire body around a swiftly lifted his boot up and kicked the maverick in the eye, his eyes lowering in anger, as he lowered his sunglasses to stare at his enemy directly in the eyes.

“Don’t you dare compare yourself to Mega Man! You aren’t even half the robot that he was!” he proceeded to shout angrily, holding out his hand, as the gears and circuitry started moving around, morphing his hand into a blaster, pointing it to the stranger’s head who was now kneeling down on the ground, sparks coming off of his neck from the damage of being kicked. “Just tell me who you are.”

“What… what the hell, man? You aren’t making any sense—“

“Tell me your name!” Proto Man shouted, again interrupted, pushing his blaster gun closer to the stranger’s face.

“P- Prometheus,” the maverick replied. “Now, tell me your name!” At that moment, Prometheus jumped up from the ground, once again wielding his scythe, swiping it and slicing through Proto Man’s arm, causing his blaster to fall to the ground, leaving him completely defenceless, as sparks flew from his arm socket.

“You bastard,” Proto Man mumbled, angrily. As Prometheus attempted to swipe his scythe again, Proto Man used his left hand to grab the shield he carried on his back to protect himself. The scythe didn’t seem to do any damage to the shield, as Prometheus resumed effortlessly to break through the shield or get around it, swiping time and time again, but failing. Prometheus disappeared in a flash of purple and white light, only to reappear behind Proto Man and make another attempt to swing his scythe and get him, however Proto Man was too quick, and just used his shield to protect himself again. It was pointless to keep trying, and once Prometheus let his guard down, Proto Man kicked him in the head again, knocking him off of the building. He watched Prometheus fall, making sure that he had definitely gotten rid of the nuisance, but Prometheus managed to teleport away before making contact with the ground. He looked over the landscape for a while more, before raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“How did that reploid know of my brother? Has he met him before or something? Did I mishear him?” Proto Man whispered to himself, unsure what exactly to think, as his scarf waved around in the soft, cool wind. “No. That reploid definitely said ‘Mega Man’. I know that, without a doubt. So, why’d he say it? Could he have meant something else?”

A few brief moments passed, before he turned his head. Behind him, he saw a young girl, assumably 16-years old, with a long blonde ponytail tied up with a blue ribbon, wearing a short blue skirt, white shirt and light blue jacket. Her eyes were a light shade of cyan, and seemed to reflect the light of the moon. She seemed quite surprised to see Proto Man. She looked at him, in a way that made it seem like she was afraid he was going to hurt her.

“Urm, hello…” Proto Man simply said. The moment the words escaped his lips though, the girl squeaked with fright. She quickly grabbed Proto Man’s blaster arm which had been cut off from the earlier battle and ran off with it. This came as a surprise to Proto Man, as his eyes widened and he chased after her. “Hey, wait. Come back! What do you think you’re doing with my arm?”

The female, who was clearly human, started to run down the stairs from the rooftop, as Proto Man resumed chasing after her. At this point, it’d become painfully obvious that he was much faster than her and was catching up with her quite easily. Half-way down the stairs, the female stopped and turned around, sighing. Proto Man stopped in his tracks as well, and starred into her eyes, as she looked up from the floor, and in turn, starred into his eyes.

“I’m sorry…” she said, in a gentle voice, which was almost inaudible. “I just collect these things…”

At that moment, Proto Man’s eyes widened, as if he was having another one of his flashbacks. He seemed very surprised, a tear would’ve come down his cheek, if he was capable of crying, as he continued to stare into the female’s eyes, she held out the arm that she’d taken.

“R-Roll…?” Proto Man asked, as his knees started to become weak. A mixture of sadness and excitement filled his body. “Is that you?”

“Pardon?” she asked, seeming more than a little confused. She swept a few strands of her long blonde hair out of the way of her eyes and tucked them behind her ear as she let out a soft giggle. “No. My name is Elly. Elly Parker.”