

Beta Man | Level: 1 (0/50)
Mega Man X-7 | Level: 1 (0/50)
(Huh, I didn't think he'd actually DO it.)
Oh hey nice we spawned right next to the doppelganger this time!
...Nothing but a few measly flunkeys. But after what happened previously, I am no longer willing letting anything escape into my hindsight.
Oh? Well if it isn't the helper who assisted in that cursed counterfeit of mine and his half-baked cohorts?
I don't believe we've met before, or at the very least, I don't believe you have met myself.
For conspiring with the very enemies of the one above all others, you have sacrificed your right to live in exchange for judgement at his counsel.
If you value the very chance of survival, you will submit yourself and be reborn as a new entity. NOW.
welcome to the team, oil man! i bet your slick enough to make us 'Oil' our way to victory!
Prototype Junior, NO!
He'll be alright.
And you know because you're an expert on Metalls? Why do you care anyway? It's not like.. it's not like you care about the well being of any one else but your own!
Oh, no. you made a huge mistake,
Wait, no, I'm sorry for acting out of line, I'll never do it again!
...
...We have no time for sentiment. Right now, our main priority is getting to the fifth floor. We're already very late, things will get worse if we don't hurry.
Right. Okay.




Never fear! I, Ro- Err, Mega Man, am here to save the day!
H-huh? MKII?
...Huh. Actually, come to think of it... have we met before? I mean... I’m pretty sure you were there in the Ajax universe... But those memories are kinda a blur to me... I mean, it HAS been a long time since...
...
...Hang on. How did you survive the Ajax universe being erased, anyways?
Finally. I was wondering when we were going to get to me.
...Ah, my apologies. I suppose we haven’t met before now...
...My name is Missingno. And I wish to join in this little game you have here.
...Tch. I’ll have you know, I’m not taking no for an answer. I went through all the trouble undergoing preparations... I even made a voice module to make my voice more STABLE. That sort of thing takes EFFORT.
...Hmph. He wouldn’t let me in. The way he sees it, “Instrumental Espionage” is his team. And I’m not going to waste another second doing nothing but waiting for something to happen in my universe. So, you can either let me in now, or deal with me longer than you already have.
Well, how fortunate. I happen to have one right here. Allow for me to introduce Returning Techno.
...
I found him in the Void at one point... One of Beta Shadow’s abandoned “characters”, I believe. I figured it would only make sense, considering I was removed and forgotten, myself.
And forgive me if he’s not the most interesting participant... I had to remove his personality entirely to make him comply.

Ah. So you do recognize me. And here I was waiting for an opportune reveal.
How I survived, you ask?
When the "Ajax universe" you speak of was erased, all that was left was something you've probably experienced more than you'd like to. A empty field of nothing. A "void", if you will.
From then on, I was trapped due to my existence being deemed as "old". "obsolete." Whilst you idiots where frolicking about in your "Absurd Roleplay", I was alone. And with no albeit annoying creator to arrive for me. Instead to replace.
It was only after the seeming eons of unbridled rage spent in that empty canvas-themed hell did I finally emit the proverbial key in the shape of a wormhole to my freedom.
To avoid becoming redundant, in short, this trait of mine also allows me to transfer this virus I emit and radiate to any given disabled robot (though the way things work here this is no 100% guarantee), along with my consciousness as well. There is no finite number of robots I can posses and use simultaneously, the only limit being my mind.
But enough talk of myself. What solace do you find in this fickle tutorial dungeon possessing lowly mechas? Maybe for the fun of it I'll pluck you out of that body and claim it as one of my own.
I think we've found the perfect grounds for our operations, eh droid?
...Quite right, sir...
*overprotective parent stereotype dialogue goes here*
*Half-disgruntled half-sad brooding dialogue goes here*
It has occured to me that I must yeet myself towards your general direction. I must apologize, but orders are orders.


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