A little-utilized part of Air Man’s programming told him it was time to applaud, and he did so. “Excellent plan, master. how will we go about it?”
“Beats me, I have no way of making Sniper Joes and you can’t use your offensive gear.”
Wily went to the side of his trailer and pulled out a large sheet of cloth and some pegs.
“Now help me put up this hammock.”
”Your face looks stupider than Bomb Man!”
“…Say kid, want a free maintenance check? I can help you fix that attitude problem.”
“I merely assumed… yes master,” he said with an apologetic bow. If Elec man had fought against Mega Man as well, didn’t that make him an ally? He briefly wondered if Elec Man knew the Doctor felt that way. His further failure to destroy the drawing only served to deepen his embarrassment.
“I did not mean you were the cause of the bugs, merely routine wear… Or perhaps this place has caused it; I heard that those with powers and weapons have them removed during their stay.” But the Doctor was apparently too deep in thought to hear Air Man’s excuses.
So Air Man stood there, stock-still, fan wavering uncertainly. He wouldn’t leave until Wily gave him permission to do so.
“Yes, yes I see now…”
Wily pulled himself out of his musings and turned to his creation.
“Listen here Air Man, your Air Shooter is based on Bernoulli’s Principle, and as shocking as it is my engineering is perfect! Don’t you see? This ‘Ring Master’ must be able to influence the laws of this Universe! Physics itself! Amazing! I’ve been able to stop time…but to control the fundamental laws?! If I could have that…”
“I could do more than rule the World! I could control it! Shape it to my will! And no-one could stop me! Not even Light and that accursed Mega Man!”
“A robot from another Universe huh? You look even stupider than Bomb Man.”
“I-I thought he was our ally,” Air Man stammered, somewhat embarrassed to have made such a simple mistake. “I apologize, I will not do it again,” he said with another salute.
He raised his arm cannon at the image, noting his master’s poor aim. The fan in his chest spun to life as he took aim and fired, shooting a small puff of air. Air Man shook his arm and fired again, but the same thing happened.
“I apologize, master,” he said, turning back to Wily. “I am not operating at full capacity. I have noted similar degradation in my main fan unit as well. However, readings indicate that they are operating normally, which leads me to believe those sensors are bugged as well.”
“I will not have you allying with Light’s robots! You do not ally with those weaker than you!”
Turning to watch Air Man fail to do as he told him and then comment on faulty programming made Wily’s face take on a sort of tranquil fury.
“Air Man. My programming is not ‘buggy’. Every now and then I make cut backs, but I would never make something ‘buggy’.
Pulling out a screwdriver, Wily opened up a panel in Air Man’s arm and began screwing this and that, moving things around as he went. Eventually, he closed up the arm and began talking to himself.
“So that’s your game is it, ‘Ring Master’?! Oh what a power, if only I could have it for myself…”
“Ah! Master Wily!” Air Man crossed his arm over his fan and gave a short bow; the Doctor was definitely the only human Air Man would show such politeness to. “I have been looking for you.”
“Elec Man has filled me in on the details of our confinement. Have you come up with any ideas, or are we merely biding our time until we can escape?”
“Elec Man?! What are you going talking to one of THAT man’s creations?!”
The scientist tired to hide his anger the best he could, to see one of his own creations frolic with the enemy was almost an insult, especially one that has previous been defeated by said enemy.
“Whatever, it’s not important right now, and yes, I’ve been trying to discern more about this world….actually, your appearance here has been a Godsend!”
Wily pointed at a tree next to his skull decorated trailer. Attached to the trunk there was a crude picture of his enemy Mega Man, with various knives and screwdrivers stuck in the tree, which all missed the picture.
“Air Man, use your Air Shooter on that picture now!”
The scientist plodded out of his trailer, several days had past since he had seen the Sun, the hours spent deep in thought and filled with scribblings of various mathmatical formulae. His eyes taking a while to readjust to the light, he saw a familiar being before him, one that he built with his own two hands.
“Well, if it isn’t my second son.”
“Hey!” She rubbed the back of her head, staring daggers at the old man. Usually she was the one smacking people, so she certainly wouldn’t let this little insult go lightly. “The only prize you’d win is the one for asshole geezers. You’ve got the talent of a toddler! Considering what senility does to people, I’m probably not far off the mark, either.”
“Insulted your pride have I? Nuhahaha! get used to it little girl! Insult my age all you want, but my genius, my skills…perfection itself!”
“I’ve brought the world to its knees countless times, a brat like you, insulting me?! Hah! Come back when you’ve wrote a book or five, rather than when you’ve learnt that the square block fits into the square hole!”
She watched as the man sketched, trying her hardest to stifle her laughter. Then she remembered that she didn’t particular know or like him.
“Hahaha! The hell is that supposed to be?! Looks like something a five-year old would come up with!”
“No, no our golems, if, if they looked like that, they’d be worthless, people would be too busy laughing at them! Pffahahaha!”
“Judging something by appearances? Oh my, what a little brat you are!”
The old man gave the girl a piercing stare, and then slapped the back of her head.
“Little children should respect their elders! Especially one with talent like mine! I’ve won a Nobel Peace Prize dammit!”