It is time. time I end this universe and it's fighters. And there will be no one who will get in my way.


Player: Proto MKII
DLC: Wildblade
Description: Damn those insolent gnats!! I can already tell, they have been working in cooperation with the residents of this world. I will merely have their lubricant spilled as well... No one is safe from me. Not even--
Not even me?
Grrh! What are you doing!? You miserable pest, you are a DLC character! You shall not act until the game has been beaten by me! It would do you well to remember that if you wish to see yourself in one piece.
To be fair, it wouldn't really be my first time being split in half. Or my hundredth. But okie dokie, man! Kill them bastards 'ded!


Difficulty:
That all 'ya got, baby?
Bon, mon ami, but not bon enough!
Stop! You've violated the law!
DESTROY!!I've always wanted to say that.

Tutorial: Pluto

Robot Master 1: Duo - Weapon: Duo Fist
Robot Master 2: Hyper Storm H - Weapon: Mouth Beam
Robot Master 3: Terra - Weapon: Spark Chaser
Robot Master 4: Trio - Weapon: ???
Robot Master 5: Mega Water S - Weapon: Mega Flow
Robot Master 6: King - Weapon: King Shield
Robot Master 7: Mega Man? - Weapon: Mega Ball
Robot Master 8: Buster Rod G - Weapon: Rod Slam (Rod)

Weaknesses: Why the hell does it matter? Ain't like ya gonna be using' em anyway?

Bonus Stage 1: The Stardroids (all nine)
Bonus Stage 2: Terra & Sunstar
Bonus Stage 3: Mega Genesis Unit
Bonus Stage 4: Duo & Trio
Bonus Stage 5: Megaman Killer Reunion
Bonus Stage 6: Super Fighting Robot Rematch

Light Labs (Universe MvE) So... you guys didn't beat him with Gamma II?

Bass punches a distant wall.

Of course we didn't, you green buffoon! Why do you think I would be here if otherwise? That maroon menace is still out there, and he could possibly be wreaking havoc upon the world as we speak!
Bass--
Don't "Bass" me! You couldn't possibly know how I feel!! I spent all of my life, working hard and growing stronger, desperately attempting to match the criteria of the ultimate robot!! And not only am I upstaged by you during all our future encounters--

He then points to Wily.

But rather than a competent genius, all I have is a useless creator that couldn't create successful robots (myself not included) for his life!
I take offense to that, you know. I neither met this "harbringer of chaos", nor lost to him. And, besides, if at all-- At least I've beaten Mega Man.
Well, you would have lost either way. This guy was far beyond anything we've ever seen from... anyone.
I wouldn't be so sure. He will fall under the might of the Stardroids when the time comes to battle once again.
I apologize for not being there to fight alongside you all. If there is even the slightest chance I may be of assistance, I will not hesitate to act.
Yes, yes, Duo, that's nice and all, But what is initiative without a plan to act upon!?

I believe that is where we come in.

The motherboard of the Lab suddenly changes screens, representing a blurred and distorted face and a fixed voice that cannot be changed.

Who are you!?
Please, do not fret. We are merely allies who wish to spread as much knowledge on this individual as can be offered.
And why should we trust you!? For all we know, you could be the exact same guy we met. This could very well be a trap!
Maybe. But compare the individual you met to myself. Would someone so arrogant clearly in any sort of way act with allegiance to the enemy? I would think not.
...Then what do you know about him? Can you tell us?
...It's quite a simple story, really. It all began with one man by the name of Dr. Albert Wily...

R̛͝e̕͞T̴̛n̵͘È̷̡̕͠ ̨͟͜T͘ó̶̧͞N̵͘͜҉̷ǹ̸̴A͝c͜͏͢ ҉̸̶́I̷̧̕I̢͘͟K̶̸͜҉Ḿ̡͏-̧̨N̡̛ơ͠N͏̶̛̕͠ ̴̛E̸̸̕̕͢h̢̧͏T͏̡͏̧̛ ́͏E̸̸̡͘r҉Ę̴͟͡͏h҉̶̕W̴̨͘͡ The SJ one is here. Along with that naive fool.

Proteus, why are we here?
Because this thread is full of dumbasses that love to intrude on others. It doesn't make a difference if it's witnessed, but I'd rather not have to deal with anyone else's moronism-inducing cameos. Here, no one can do anything.
So that explains it.
To clarify, you all came here to gather a meeting, correct? To terminate Proto MKII Prime?
I can see that. But if that's the case, why isn't Anthem or that Kahtos here?
Because A. I don't wanna hear people bitch and moan about how some scumbag is working with us or be asked anything in regards to Kahtos after this, and B. Neither of them are alternate MKII. or at least, not directly
But that's besides the point. Honestly, being lumped in with that bastard has made my goddamn life hell. People scream at me saying I'm some robo-murderer. The only guys that treat me like a normal being are the ones at the KFC drive-thru I go through every week. And it's all because of one person.
It is likely you are to blame for this situation.
Oh hohoh, no. It's all his fault. That guy's the evilest MKII out there! Don't tell me nobody's cowered in your presence thinking you were him! So y'know what we're gonna do?
Talk to him about his behavior and try to appeal to his humanity?
Hell no! We're gonna kill that POS so bad that he'll be dead. After all, what can he do? At the end of the day, he's only one shitstain...

One who's about to get everything that's coming to him.

O̢͢͠B͞͝L̴̕͝Í̸͏TEŔ͠AT͟E!̢͘!̀͟!̸̴
...Hmmph. You were intended to be my back-up. My successor. A new leader. A reborn emperor. But all you did was disappoint. You fought at the very hand that brought you life. And for what, exactly? It seems as though I have underestimated Defteros' influence on others.
...I will tear a shred of pride for a sake of the truth. During my return to the world after slaying that purple clown, I saw what could've been. I saw myself as not only the end of all things-- but a potential ally to others.
I... I had returned to nothing but a shred of my former glory. Destruction is not quelled. Madness is not cured.
Worst of all, I had even gone against my own word in the sense that I relied on a foreign power for the advantage. Can you believe that!? Me, an installer of chaos... resorting to the artifacts of others as my own sort of leverage!?
Akin to that obese swine, I had forfeited my own identity in favor of success. I had become a joke. Nothing but a pitiful representation of the idiocy of some so-called "lore". And on top of that, even then, at the cost of betraying myself... even at the cost of second-guessing my previous lifestyle, no matter how many people claimed to have "rised to my level"... no matter how many people claimed that I was weak compared to my so-called predecessor... there was nobody on earth that could have stopped me. Success was all mine... had not have I been foiled only by one... Dare I call him "man"... with a single attack that weakened me to my very core. Utterly humiliated, I had to eliminate and reroute myself due to what had occured.
"Regulus"... The very mention of whom makes me wish to retch. I renounce that name. I renounce that existence. But more importantly... I resent you, and this entire Island. Good riddance.

I͡m̶̡̛̀͜ḿ͘e̷̡͢͞d͏̵i̵̡͞a͢t̡̛e͞͞l̴͏̶ỳ̷̵̧ a̴̢͜ņ̷̢̛ ̢̛e̵x̀͜p̡͜͜͠l̢̕͠ǫ̕͞͏͟s̸̶̷̨̡i̶̢͡o̸̴̧͘n̴̛͘͞ ̵̢̨̡͏c̶̛o̸̧͢͝v̸̡ȩ̶̛͝r̵s̨̛͜ ̶̴t̸̷̡̕͠he͘͢͠ ̴̛͝è́n͜͏t̛i̢̛r̨ę̢̕͢͢ ̷̧̧i̶̡̛͟͞s̵̡̕l̵͢͠a͏͘n͏̨ḑ,͠ ̡̀͡l̨̛e̛a̸͡v̴̵̡͞i̢̛n̶g̵͞͏ ͏n͏̶͝͞͏o̸̷͘͝ ̛͡͞b̴͞͞͝o̸͘͜͞d̷̡̛̀͜į̶̨͟e͏̸̛͘͡ş̛͢͝.

Suddenly, the voice of Regulus speaks from above the Earth!

Okay, you guys are getting it twisted. I have no intention of having this battle you all speak of. Should Duracell and Shaggy Negro fail, you probably won’t even see me erase everything. It’ll just... happen. Insta-win. Don’t think you could get rid of me forever via seal, or rewind me back to Hades or MKII, or even kill me either. I made a business deal a with certain someone who lended me just the right thing to sustain myself... for a price. And finally, hierarchy, in the immortal words of Yu-Gi-Oh’s Seto Kaiba, “Screw the rules. I have money”. Peace. You all will need to make it with the last days you have left.

He then speaks yet again.

By the way, you can feel free to ignore me using your bizarre childhood psychology. I really don’t care. It won’t make a difference once you all along with everything else you once knew are gone. Byes for real.

Meanwhile, with Regulus.

And here we are. After about two months, I have finally updated my to-do list.



Then again, there is hardly much point in owning a to-do list when there is quite literally nothing you cannot do.
Bah. It makes no difference.

And I'll see to it that the Wily Omega witnesses that firsthand.
Oh. Then by all means. Make me witness it. No one's stopping you.

From behind him appears Regulus.

Oh, Aviation Man! Wait, hold on a minute, I nearly forgot. You are "Accel Man" now, correct? Truly a splendid choice with the whole name change. As I was saying. No hesitation. No interruptions. Go on ahead!
Y-you...
...I ask for a proper challenge and this is what I receive? Ugh, never-

Accel Man does every Swift-Core and Space-Core on Regulus ever. Unfortunately, nothing happens.

...Of course.
...Exactly as I suspected. All talk. Fortunately for you, I have no plans to exterminate this planet.
You mean you're surrendering?
Who misinformed you of that? Of course not. This world will surely perish. I only happen to know a few people who will gain more fulfillment from wreaking havoc themselves than myself. And should that fail, I'll just destroy everything on my own, End of Story. Of course, without last-minute weapons, offshoot sealing techniques and such that will get in my way. As a matter of fact, this roleplay goes on because I take solace in not being an indignant Buzzkill. Unlike some people.
Besides. What are you all trying to protect? Not civilians, the amount of deaths across here to Dimension 2 prove otherwise. If anyone here really cared, they'd have just called the Trio of Origin and have this universe meet the same fate as the Absurd Roleplay, as it's already lended itself as enough of a threat on it's own.
There is no Good. There is no Evil. They are both equally insignificant and matter only as much the side of a coin is facing. You all stick to your definitions of morality because you are bound to them. Because of your lack of perception. Those who pursue Justice are the very same bar of selfish to those who pursue Chaos. In other words... All of your actions hold not a merit of righteousness on them.
I don't think I got a word you just said.
It doesn't matter. You won't get anything soon enough.

A stranger enters Little Papa Beta's.

Oh? All of this time and none of you even considered inviting me to the party?I understand. It's nothing personal...
...Just business.

---

The stranger (who is a somehow revived (maybe or maybe not by me) Delta) immediately takes off what was a mask the entire time before anybody can do anything rash.

Just joking! (A pepperoni pizza slice for me would be very much appreciated, though.)

...

The Quint merely looks at the Reset Bombs and utters a single a single word, several parts of his body glowing red.

...Begone.

With that, the Reset bombs are immediately consumed by an array of Cosmic Flames.

Hmm. So this is what I have to work with? Very well. Captain? You and your men move out and find Alter and his little friend. I will arrive with the rest of you once I am finished disposing the garbage here.
You've got it, sir.

The other Quints move out (with Anthem), leaving the two to their business.

Now then... where were we?

---

Cosmic Flame(Flame/Space)- Flames with space-themed boundaries, which can not be put out by conventional means. Cosmic Flames summoned with the power of the Phoenix Crystal, however, can only be undone if the user wills it to happen.

You may have gotten away last time, but this time, you're ours!
Oh, I am going to enjoy this.
We'll see if you enjoy thi--

A. Rock stands above the savagely beaten Quint (4827).

Hmm. Not as fulfilling as I had anticipated. Anyway, now you're going to tell us what the council's plans are!
I refuse! I'd never sell out the--

A voice speaks from Quint's communicator.

Hello... I believe you address yourself as "A. Rock" now?
Who the hell is this?
You've done well so far, I'll admit, recruiting Anthem into this was a clever idea. But it'll take a lot more than clever to escape us. Oh. And 4827? Consider yourself promoted to 'deactivated'.
Wait did he say de--

Before he can finish, the Quint is promptly deactivated.

.....
We're fragged, aren't we?
Undoubtedly.

---

Anthem, now tied up, is confronted.

Now that you're unable to fight back now that we've got your buddies trapped, why don't you tell us everything you know abo-
Boss, there's an alien explosive in here!
Oh, for crying out loud!

The Captain throws a Black Hole variant at the Reset Bomb, absorbing it and containing the potential explosion, vanishing away after.

Someone here's trying to thwart our progress. Keep on guard.
(What? someone else is here? You don't understand what you're messing with... These guys'll do whatever it takes to get their way!)

Suddenly as someone walks down the stairs, the horde of Quints aim their busters, preparing for a possible confrontation.

What's that? Another intruder?
And here I was beginning to think I would miss all the action.

Do you think it was a good idea to call on Anthem for help?
What other option do we have? He's stronger than the both of us combined. We just have to hope this goes according to plan.
Hello, Alter.
Hi, Quint- Oh- Ugghhh.

---

As the Crystal Eyes collide, the Quints are shocked to see that Anthem is completely fine, with not a single scratch from the onslaught. Anthem, smug, waves a finger at them.

Nice try. But I have no weakness. As a matter of fact, I'm resistant to every type there is.
(If those two were serious... A galactic empire of Quints... then I can't afford to waste time on petty rivalries.)
Now it's my turn! It's high time I show you all what a real beatdown looks like!

As all the other Quints along with their Gemini Clones and Gemini Clones of Gemini Clones rush at Anthem, he begins to shut each and everyone of them down will well placed blows, but begins to be overwhelmed at once. But before anything else can happen, a huge shockwave of energy launches them all away, as all the Quints crash onto the walls, feigning defeat.

Guess who's next?

Anthem dashes at the Quint, only for him to hold out a holographic camera, showing one of the other Quints holding the other teammates of the Anthem Brigade hostage.

Not any of us. What did we say before? You can't win. We know everything about you. Including your weaknesses. As much as you may try and act all tough, those three are your soft spot.
Why, you--
Uh-uh-uh! Guess what, big man? You lay a finger on me-- or anyone else here-- your little peacekeeping center will be forced to go on a recruit for newer members.
....(Sorry, you two. We've done everything we can. It seems like this is the end of our part here.)

Back at the Shadow Squadron Surveillance Center, the leader Quint evades Anthem easily, while the others shoot a library's worth of weapons at Anthem. None of which, do so much as to make him flinch, much less damage him.

You idiots! Summon your barriers immediately!

All of the quints seek out protection with a Shield-Core weapon of some sort. A second later, a thin laser from miles away blasts at all of them, only hitting the shields.

Like you already guessed, we already know about your little friends and your formation. Sniper fire. Assaults from above the building. None of those are options for you.
This is a fight you can not win. You will be given one warning. Leave. Otherwise you will be held responsible for your actions.
.....
Heh. It's funny. For someone as informed as you I'd have expected you to know the real reason why I'm here.

Anthem speedily knocks one of the Quints down to the ground, and holds one next to it at buster-point.

Hah! The big bad protector of Mega City Anthem needs a shield to cover him?
I prefer the term 'hostage'. Feel free to try and stop me. But I think a blast from me will demolish him quicker than any of you could attack me.
Or I could do this.

The Quint held hostage by Anthem immediately tries to stab himself and Anthem at the same time, but the blade doesn't go through Anthem at all. Anthem is disappointed, letting go as the Quint falls to the floor in disgust.

How pathetic. You'd sacrifice the lives of your own men to complete your agenda? Don't you have any sense of comradesmanship?
That's the thing. We're not like the incapable lot of you all. We do whatever it takes to complete a mission. That is why we are the Shadow Squadron.

The Quint impaled immediately Energy Boosts himself back to health, and, along with the rest of the Quints, immediately each summon their own Gemini Clone, which along with them aim dozens of Crystal Eyes at Anthem, who only smirks in response.

Bring it on!

Now that pathetic nuisances are out of the question, it's time to resume our wo--

Out of nowhere, Anthem bursts through the walls!

Oh, nonononono. You can bet I'm not just gonna stand around and let you guys turn this into your own watchtower.

The Quints then pull their busters on Anthem!

Not even with the deed to this place? You're barking up the wrong tree, pally. Why don't you go cry to your little teammates since we all know you're not any use without them?

The Quints then immediately shower a round of Torpedo Bullets at Anthem, only for them to do no damage whatsoever!

Deed or not, you and your little club here have been up to things too shady to ignore. As for my team... Let's just say they're doing their part where they can. Now, where was I?

Anthem closes in on the main one, rushing at him with an Anthem Breaker!

---

Torpedo Bullets(Missile/Swift)- A rapid-fire round of bullet-sized missiles that home in on their target. Are also Heat-Seaking.

The building and the along with the other Quints fade from existence as it's revealed everything Trio experienced was an illusion out of the main Quint's Dead Ringer.

The main one confronts Trio Classic.

Whatever brat you're looking for isn't here. I'm not even going to begin to go into how a minute ago you were somewhere else entirely.

He equips his buster, pointing it at Trio. The others do the same, albeit from further away.

Your presence here is a extreme violation of our property, as well as an outlier to our mission. I'll give you one warning. Leave.

He then reactivates his Dead Ringer, tricking him into thinking he was ever at the slums in the first place when he was still at MacLee Industries.

---

Aww man, I hate being stuck in one of these places. We can't just wait here until this crisis blows over.
Let's just be thankful Lord Hades didn't decide to cut ties with us. It's a good thing there are hundreds of thousands of these Resting Bases on the planet. Not even the Quints will be able to find us that easily.
Yeah, but there's no doubt we'll run into them somewhere along the line too. I'm just saying. What if we took the fight to them?
You know what just one can do. We may be able to stand our ground for some time, but eventually, we'll be way out of our league. We just have to come up with a plan...
...You're probably right. But let's not take too much time.

---

Dead Ringer (Shadow/Time) A pocket watch able to make the target fall under distinct phantom illusions, making them convinced that the results of an event happened, despite it being the contrary. The Dead Ringer by any means can not be countered or negated unless the user turns it off.

(If I remember correctly, Diddy was playing as Mario.)

Back at the Mega City slums, inside a karaoke bar...

Been spendin' most our lives, livin' in a robot's paradise~ been spendin' most our lives..

In a corner of the building, a set of identical looking robots confront a met. The leader speaks up.

You the former owner of this dump?
Former? What's it to-a-you?

With a snap of his fingers, one of the other robots immediately shove a deed to the building in the Met's place.

Sorry, but along with the other 7/24th of the entire city... This building belongs to us now.
You-a-can't be serious...

With another snap, the other robots immediately take three steps forward, each of them pulling out their busters.

Pack your stuff and leave. Or we'll show you just how serious you can get.

He then turns to the other robots.

Over a fourth of this town belongs to us now. There's nowhere there they can hide. And after this lousy bottom-feeder is done packing up, we'll set up this area as our base of operations. Starting now, you all are to lay low and act as reconnaissance until 4827-- who we all know is the least capable of us-- goofs the mission. Then we strike. Got it?
Got it, sir.

As the Met prepares to leave, the leader Quint throws down a capsule, transforming the building into another surveillance center, out of the seemingly several spread out across the town thus far.

Two minutes after being put in the pod, A. Rock comes back 100% back to health. Also upgraded.

What... what happened?
Quint shanked you with an electric piercing weapon. He was about to take off with you, but me and Duo fended you off.
Oh great. First that sanctimonious buttface Anthem, and now the Quints. If we know what's good for us, we'll just stay into hiding.
Okay, but why?
How did they know about my Weakness Nullifier Chip I had installed if he never saw me use it in action? They've been monitoring us, man. They know our strengths. Our weaknesses. And if one of them fails... it's likely more will be on the way soon.
Ah, crikey. Well, we'll figure out a plan for that soon enough. Right now, it's time to begin operation G.T.F.O this building.

---

So they've gotten away again?
Yeah. I actually incapacitated him, but more people came as backup, which I didn't account for.
Again with this? Real Quints account for every outcome possible, 4827. So far all you've done is prove yourself to be a failure. They're probably aware of us monitoring them now that they figured out how you incapacitated him.
You have One. Last. Chance. To clean up the mess you just made. And if you slip up again, you'll immediately be force-warped back to answer to me while the Shadow Squadron demonstrate what is true competency for you. Have I made myself clear?
....Crystal.

At the front of the Dark Fortress, Mech-tenant teleports with an unconscious A. Rock, only to find someone two familiar robots guarding the front.

Halt! Who goes here?
(How does everything look cooler than us now?) I'm just looking for the repairs room. Buddy here's been roughed up quite a bit.
...Proceed.
...Wait. Didn't the invisible barrier prevent outsiders from getting in? Why do you guys need to guard the front?
Barrier's down after the incident. It's still being repaired. Until then, we have to guard this place.

Mech-tenant carries on. When he finally reaches the repair room, he makes sure to stuff the damaged A. Rock inside of a vacant healing pod.

(...He obviously wanted A. Rock back in one piece, but he was willing to do serious damage in order to bring him back. And if that's what one Quint can do, we may be in for some deep ..)

(Dang it, two against one... and with potentially two Duos, no less... I don't have time for this...)
Have it your way. But know that this isn't over! The Council always wins!

Quint warps out, leaving the pierced A. Rock on the ground. Mech-tenant picks him up.

I didn't think we'd have to go back to the Dark Fortress so soon, but it seems like he's been mortally wounded...by his own weakness. seems like Plot-Induced Stupidity that he got hit to me. I'll have to take him back for repairs. We'll see you later.

Mech-tenant warps out.

---

On ???, someone seems to have come back to life.

And with that, the voice fades away, leaving them back to their business.