A mysterious robot looms over a defeated opponent, inside a large ring...
...And another match taken by the fighting machine DX! This marks the eighth win in a row thus far!
Wait, what's that!? we've reached a total of 1,000,000 Ƶ bet on DX so far! Whoever can topple him will no doubt gain a fortune!

In the stands, someone watches...

Hnh! I would've pounded him no problem! Anyway, I do not feel like staying on the sidelines any longer...
It's time to fight!

The flaming-haired robot flips out of the stands and into the ring.

...Woah. That was fast! it looks like we have a new challenger!

Gracefully landing, he pulls out a Duel Coin of his own and hoists it at the seeming figure who is "DX".

My name is Flamenco. I've come to challenge and defeat you. You can save yourself any potential harm by forfeiting.

DX does not respond to Flamenco and instead gets into fighting position, which somewhat ticks him off.

You refuse my warning!? Then I will burn you into a crisp and incinerate your dreams!
Now it seems our new contender Flamenco here has gotten fired up over DX's resilliance! How will this fight shape up!?

Flamenco's hands suddenly engulfing in flames, he barks at DX:

You shall rue the day you chose not to relent to Flamenco's fury!

He charges straight at DX, fist first...

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Prototype, very conflicted by recent events, thinks to himself...

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...How will I be strong enough?

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Everything explodes.

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...I'd rather not imagine that.

As they continue walking they begin to approach the stairs leading downwards.

Okie dokie.

Meddy leads the way.

Meddy silently nods, following behind.

Yeah, I'm just gonna take a look around...

Mayor Dorado walks away.

...They don't just let anyone enter, though. As a matter of fact it's completely impossible to enter from the outside without a certain something.
What?

Proteus snaps his fingers. A large, palm-sized medal with a strange insignia materializes from thin air, falling into his hand. He holds it and shows it to everyone else.

!
A Duel Coin. With this, you and a party of 3 other people can tag along to.
How do you get one of those duely-thingies?
By kicking the ass of someone who already owns one.
You mean li--
No! Not like Gym Leaders! Not like any already existing intellectual property! This is it's own thing! You know what? Just for that, I'm not giving you mine! Not until you bow down and recognize me as the savior of...

Proteus comes to complete silence as in front of him he sees Prototype holding a Duel Coin of his own.

What!?
No way...
(But... where could you have found that!?)
As it turns out, our mystery man actually had one of these after all.
So... what now, then?
We'll wait until everyone-- excluding the 3 missing DMNs-- has returned. From then on, we'll discuss a plan of action.
(Anthem... that name sounds kinda--)

Suddenly, a crashing noise is heard as something else into the current room. Mayor Dorado storms back into the area.

Okay, what the hell just happened!? I'm pretty sure the roof is burst-proof, to get in there you'd need to be as strong as...

As the dust clears, however... it seems to be a certain Chief Crusader... in extremely critical condition.

...
!

So there really are people out for us.
What're we gonna do?
...We'll nip this situation in the butt.
I think you mean 'in the bud.'
Whatever, it's a dumb idiom. The point is there won't be any running away. If it's a fight someone wants, then they'll be taken head on.
...But how prepared will you be? You don't know when or when anyone'll strike.
...
...I know that look.
Okay, you know what!? Yes! Yes you know this look! Because it's the exact same look I've had ever since you guys have made me put on this stupid thing! So how are you supposed to be able to detect any change in facial expression when you can't see how I feel?
Spill.
...There's an underground robot fighting club where robots duke it out.

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...You know. I don't ever recall authorizing this.
Well, it's mostly out of bounds.
(Uh, I don't like what your knowledge of this is implying...)
Yes, I tried to put him in as a fighter. No, he did not end up doing any fighting.
(Why would you have needed him anyway?)
Because I refuse to sully my hands on such meaningless tasks. God does not waste effort on the arbitrary.
No one will take you seriously when you say things like that anymore.
I will bitch slap you into Africa.

Meddy is distraught, though also silent.

Heat Man takes the box, walking away while doing his best to pretend he is not going through any internal conflict.

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Meddy follows

Anyway, it's likely they had assumed that I would die, leaving the thought of any time-space shenanigans caused by me moot.
But I assume you guys have enough to worry about as-is.
You're not exactly wrong there.

Prototype lifts the unconscious Arpeggio.

When I went out, I was ambushed by a strange person. After the fight, I searched a profile in the database, but with little avail. I then tried scanning his I.D., but...
...Nothing but a bracket of numbers steadily decreasing came up. My guess? This robot is a dud, rigged to explode so we can't get any potential information. And it seems like anyhow, the timer ended up starting.
And you chose to bring him in here!?
I figured it could be disarmed by the time anything hazardous could happen. That, and then you guys would see it for yourself.
But for what reason would they do this?
(Yeah. Seems awfully counterintuitive.)
I have a working theory. They were out to kill me... Or perhaps... Team Prototype as a whole.
What!?
No way...
(But... barely anyone knows us!)
Ahp... I wouldn't be so sure.
Why so?
You remember those 3 iterations you were talking about?

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There is no doubt there are people out there worried that'll be them when the time comes.
(Ngh... I underestimated my own presence...)

As the Tackle Fire begins to hop away, it suddenly feels a familiar box collide with it from it's backside.

So what you all are trying to say is that I've been betrayed by my the organization I served, forcibly shut down, and am now back because you switched the A.I of these guys--
--And gal-
--online, not accounting for the fact that I would be turned on too.
Basically.
You guys are even harboring three iterations of the most dangerous robot to exist at the same time!
Trust me, this was not my first choice.
And you expect me to believe anything that you guys have to say!? After keeping me in this state for months!?
I mean, if ya have it in ya to question your free will and programmin' it's probably likely ya ain't been tampered with.
Well, guess what I think...

Quint goes into a fighting stance. Everyone tenses up... before he suddenly drops his stance, laughing.

Relax, I'm only joking. I believe you guys.
You're not curious about anything that's happened to you or the outside world? Or why you could've been betrayed?

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And if it turns out you guys really are lying-- what can I do about it? I'm the one who's at your mercy here.
Wait, so I'm confused. Are you Quint guys e--
Evil? That depends on your definition of the word. If surfing through universe through universe to hunt down abnormalities in the flow of the space-time continuum all the while recruiting alternate versions of yourself is what qualifies as your version of evil... I guess?
You guys rampaged throughout the city.
Because it was the last recorded area in which the individual you guys know as "A. Rock" was seen. Said A. Rock was causing ripples throughout time and space for even being pulled into this world.
Why do you think so many of these things have been recorded recently? Because more and more people who aren't supposed to be in this universe end up in this universe. That creates problems.

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Rocket Metal, however, is nowhere to be seen where "Robo Mario" is thrown.

Before he can question where he went, though, he feels something backhand him twenty floors downwards.

HOOOOOOOOOO. HA.

The figure bursts out, pummeling the boy repeatedly with a rapid melee attack., before throwing him in the way of a Torpedo Terminal, which is then followed up with a multi-hit Instant Spin Dash.

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Robo Tornado (Wind/Impact)- ??? spins around in a circle, rotating rapidly with their fists outstretched. Can cancel out projectiles and does multiple hits.
Torpedo Terminal (Missile/Swift)- Rocket Metal becomes an unstoppable missile that charges straight towards the target. Is immune to all forms of weaponry, or counters or any other method that might be used to stop it. Can only move in one direction at a time.
Instant Spin Dash (Speed/Impact)- Without any need to build up speed, Rocket Sonic immediately curls up into a ball, crashing into the target in front of him.

Suddenly, two extendable claw-arms grab the boy in place, as *another* figure jumps on top of the boy!

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Galacta Knight spams Great Space-Time Killing Lasers at everyone (everyone he's fighting) within vicinity.

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Great Space-Time Killing Laser (Laser/Space)- Galacta Knight summons a dimensional rift, with an extremely large, extremely wide laser bursting through it, doing tremendous damage. The rift seems to lead to a peculiar dimension...

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Tailigee turns to Somari, who turns to Wario, Waluigi and Petey. The three of them Turn to Shake King, who crosses his arms, turning his back on all of him like your average basic bitch anime tsundere except with the common sense not to hit the main protagonist every time he so much as breathes.

If it's about Diamond City, we'll have to do whatever it is we can, even if it means working with that wanna-be big shot Shake King. At all costs, we can't have WarioWare Inc damaged.

Somari turns back to Tailigee, nodding. He then flies up towards the ship.

Me--
--!

For a few seconds Tailigee seems shocked. Unbeknownst to everyone else, this is simply because he was in disbelief that he had managed to actually get a lick of dialogue in after all this time. Don't get too attached, Tailigee. The day is still young. You've yet to be cast back to the Shadow Realm for sideliners.

...Me? What is it you-a-want with me?