"Uff..." The black clad robot panted softly, sitting in the corner of the
cave. There were marks in the stone, from where he'd smashed his head
against it only moments before. The only sign of the act on him was a faint
patina of stone dust on his helmet. "Go... away, old man!"
I can't, Bass, or I would. Bass whimpered, putting his hands over his ears. It wasn't the voice he heard in his nightmares, these days. No, it was kinder, gentler, but very stern. And not any more pleased to be here than he was to have it. We must accept each other...
"Accept... you? Hehehe... can you... accept me... old man? I killed... that pathetic... Roll..." Bass giggled, a high, mad, unhealthy sound. "And... I enjoyed it... you can't... want me, old man."
...
"Nothing to... say? I... hate you... hate you all..." Bass closed his eyes, gasping. It seemed he could never cool himself...
No, I do not want you. Murderer. Why did you come, Bass? Why? To defeat Mega Man? Wily is dead.
"Yes... dead... the bastard... rot in hell..." Bass closed his eyes. "I came... why? You want to... know? I'll... tell you... came... to die...!"
...?
"Hate you, hate him... greatest creation, destroy Mega Man... his best... tried so hard. Tried. Hah! Not... great then. Worthless. Never deserved... to live. Hate... all of you. Hate Wily... tried so hard..." Bass stopped for a moment, leaning his head against the wall. "Hate him... but without him... what am... I..."
...
"Why... do you pity... me... old man..." Bass could feel the sternness soften with it. Yes, there was pity there. "Monster... murderer... what I... am..."
I think you never had much of a choice. Especially not in this case.
"...Choice? No... never... must be... what do you mean? This case?"
A phyrric program, meant to activate after Wily's death and send you to us in a mindless rage.
"...Did he then. Bastard... rot in hell... hate him..." Bass shuddered, a spasm running through his body. "Don't... doubt... he'd do... that..."
No. But we must want each other, Bass, or we will both die. We will tear your body apart under our conflict. Do you want to die?
"No... but my mind... is all... that's mine..." Bass coughed, softly. "Your... afraid too... old man..."
Yes. But one way or the other, this will happen. We will be one. The only question is, will we be sane?
"Hate... having... no choice..." Bass pressed his face against the cold stone of the cave, trying to leech away the heat that seemed to burn at him. "It never... changes..." He slid down, curling into a fetal position as he slipped into a restless, painful slumber...
I can't, Bass, or I would. Bass whimpered, putting his hands over his ears. It wasn't the voice he heard in his nightmares, these days. No, it was kinder, gentler, but very stern. And not any more pleased to be here than he was to have it. We must accept each other...
"Accept... you? Hehehe... can you... accept me... old man? I killed... that pathetic... Roll..." Bass giggled, a high, mad, unhealthy sound. "And... I enjoyed it... you can't... want me, old man."
...
"Nothing to... say? I... hate you... hate you all..." Bass closed his eyes, gasping. It seemed he could never cool himself...
No, I do not want you. Murderer. Why did you come, Bass? Why? To defeat Mega Man? Wily is dead.
"Yes... dead... the bastard... rot in hell..." Bass closed his eyes. "I came... why? You want to... know? I'll... tell you... came... to die...!"
...?
"Hate you, hate him... greatest creation, destroy Mega Man... his best... tried so hard. Tried. Hah! Not... great then. Worthless. Never deserved... to live. Hate... all of you. Hate Wily... tried so hard..." Bass stopped for a moment, leaning his head against the wall. "Hate him... but without him... what am... I..."
...
"Why... do you pity... me... old man..." Bass could feel the sternness soften with it. Yes, there was pity there. "Monster... murderer... what I... am..."
I think you never had much of a choice. Especially not in this case.
"...Choice? No... never... must be... what do you mean? This case?"
A phyrric program, meant to activate after Wily's death and send you to us in a mindless rage.
"...Did he then. Bastard... rot in hell... hate him..." Bass shuddered, a spasm running through his body. "Don't... doubt... he'd do... that..."
No. But we must want each other, Bass, or we will both die. We will tear your body apart under our conflict. Do you want to die?
"No... but my mind... is all... that's mine..." Bass coughed, softly. "Your... afraid too... old man..."
Yes. But one way or the other, this will happen. We will be one. The only question is, will we be sane?
"Hate... having... no choice..." Bass pressed his face against the cold stone of the cave, trying to leech away the heat that seemed to burn at him. "It never... changes..." He slid down, curling into a fetal position as he slipped into a restless, painful slumber...