WOAH

Heat Man narrowly moves, though the movement is enough to make it so that the axe is blocked off by his Zippo Armor. Heat Man jumps back, summoning Ballade Crackers in both hands.

What the hell!? Are you trying to get me Killed!?

(...Huh. I exoected there to be more to it than that, to be honest. Eh. It was probably just a coincidence.)

Slightly curious as to the identity of the man he passed, the robot turns around.

Come to think'a it, who was that guy--

The robot turns, a little confused.

(Does he know?... Nah. He can't. I made sure no one else would see.)
...Hmm? You talking to me? 'cause I'm not carrying any cash with me at the moment, so, uh, sorry 'bout that, I guess.
(At least, not physically. Can't carry out wads of cash in public nowadays. Though whatever gets the onlookers off my back...)

He then shrugs and prepares to continue walking away.

HAH BET YA DIDN'T SEE THIS ONE COMING

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Nameless Town - Hospital A small, zippo-suited robot stumbles in with an especially unrefined and disinterested demeanor.

...Huh. Well, this looks like the place, I guess.

He walks in, approaching the counter of the main room, where a person seems to be waiting for him.

Hello! Welcome to the Robot and Human Medical Clinic! How may we help you?
...

Avoiding eye contact, the first, smaller robot extends his left arm, still silent. The second, larger, though somewhat frail-looking robot notices this.

...Is something the matter?
Well, I guess there's one thing you can help me with.
!

The second robot quickly notices a fireball being built up in the left arm, slowly building up in terms of size by the second.

S-sir? W-what are you---
Shhhh.

The smaller, zippo robot finally for the first time makes eye contact, much to the second one's surprise. Tension fills the air as their eyes meet.

...
...Look. I don't require much. I just figured that since hospitals make a lotta money, you'd be willing to spare 500,000 Ƶ.
Transfer me the cash, and I'll be out of your hairs in a jiffy, with all the rooms still in one piece. Y'got that, miss?
...

The second robot nods cautiously.

Good. And just so you know, try tracing my bank account for the authorities, and I'll come back here and burn everyone to cinder and ash.

They then stare at each other in silence for a few seconds... though the robot's arm is still extended with the fireball now fully charged in hand. After a small while, the second one speaks.

T-there y-you go...
Good.

The first robot lowers his left arm, the fireball completely reducing itself. He then slowly turns around, walking out of the hospital, in a seemingly satisfied matter.

(Ugh, does the weather make doing this jig a pain.)

He begins to casually strolls across the sidewalk, seeming to be completely unmoved by the circumstance of events.

Forbidden Valley - Sky Wario, Waluigi, Somari, John Cena and and co. have all either reverted back to normal, or to lesser transformations.

Damn it... How'd this Janemba guy get so strong all of the sudden!?
*pant* *pant* ...Well... it was-a-nice knowing you guys.
Can you dummies shut up for five seconds!?

With his Wario-vision, Wario looks up at Janemba, who is slowly descends to the ground... but sees a large ship behind them.

What the hell...? Who would be here at this moment!?

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M.A.C - Outside So that there's Janemba..? So where's Wario... man...
...
Is there a problem?
Yeah! What's the deal, Spike!? Is that pajama-wearing, crooked-stached' poser actually scaring you?
...WARIO-MAN!? I thought he was taken care of!?
Well, no, he was actually written out of the story for a little while just so villains could have a chance against him.
...I really feel like I'm missing something.
We'll fill you in later. For now...

Shake King pulls a switch, and a nozzle-like contraption suddenly opens from the nose of the ship.

We have a demon to kill.

Janemba's attention suddenly turns to the ship, hearing it from behind.

I have no regrets nor any remorse and would do it again if given the opportunity.

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M.A.C. - Outside Knack prepares to dodge... until he's suddenly put in a full nelson from behind, forcing him to take the Spark Shock!

Urgh! Why, you little--

Knack suddenly phases through Joe the one responsible, before reappearing behind him and grabbing him from behind.

Wanna try that again...?

YAY! I'M THE 2000TH POST!

If by "you too", you mean saving energy until it will actually be needed, then yes. Me too.
Furthermore, while the timing is convenient, I'd like to ask a question...

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I would like to ask if you have any idea what or who this oddity was caused by, seeing as you also seem capable of some degree of spacial control.
(That also reminds me of that hardhatted individual I encountered... Hopefully he isn't getting himself into trouble.)

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M.A.C. - Control Room Good to see you two could make it... Though, Spike, you seem a little... larger than when we had last met.
A while before your call, I'd finally realized just how much of gosh danged nuisance that potbellied fool Wario is. Him an' his lanky loser 'uva companion humiliated me and my crew multiple times.
So I got to a 'lil trainin'... No more bein' a pushover this time around. I'm gonna pound those whatever-their-relationships-are into the ground!
Yeah. And after hearing how this Wario fella's so good at getting the limelight when there's an even better yellow potbellied fool around just makes me feel sick. I say it's about time that dummy learns his place.
Excellent. Then you two will love our current plan of action.

Pinky kinda just folds his arms and watches as it becomes apparent he isn't really needed.

Remote Grassland After a moment of silence, A. Rock and Mech-tenant watch over the dust clouds where Prototype had ended up at..

You think that's enough?
Should be. Glad I didn't waste any time, either. Too long and you know what happens.
Right, the overheating.

The two power down, and turn to everyone watching.

Hey, big blue! For someone who claims to be so tough, you might wanna learn how to be strategic like the guy we just f--
--!

Suddenly a large buster blast penetrates A. Rock from behind, leaving him stunned!

What the--!?

While A. Rock is stunned, Mech-tenant finds himself victim amongst a combination of punches, before being grabbed and kneed in the face. The both of them are then immediately grabbed by the back of their heads and ragdolled across the ground, before being thrown away.

Enough!? "Enough", my ass. I'm still standing here, aren't I?

Both A. Rock and Mech-tenant struggle to get up.

(Ouf... that hurt like hell... but how is he standing here? And was he always this tough? And worse, did I just out Hyper Switch's main weakness to him?)

After A. Rock Energy Boosts the both of them, they redirect their focus on Prototype.

He's... still standing.
(Looks like he's doing it again.)

You've got some nerve to--

Mech-tenant is immediately elbowed in the face and thrown at A. Rock, who catches him, only to be headbutted.

I won't even give you two the opportunity to activate your real strength.

Remote Grass I'll admit, your quite the tactician. You clearly know how to work your away around a scrap.
But as of now...
Even 50% of the full thing would be overkill.
...You're probably right. I'm not in any position to win right now. As a matter of fact, for a while, all I could do was lose, lose, lose.
Proto MKII. I've lost to him three times, and in two of those encounters I almost Died. In the first one, I did. And in each of those times, I feel myself slowly become him.
But none of that matters. None of it matters because I've got something I'm fighting for. Things I'm damn well willing to put my life on the line for.

Sei

And as long as I remember them, I won't lose to anything, no matter the caliber. To be the shield for your allies and idoligies... that is the way that you find strenth.

Prototype charges straight for the two... only for him to be held in place by a strange, psychic hold.

Well, you've got heart, that's for sure. Rock?

A. Rock suddenly reappears in Prototype's face, fully in Hyperattack Switch.

Cute. But you'll never be able to solve all your problems with resolve alone.

A. Rock suddenly unloads a serious series of swift powerful multitude of punches on Prototype while he's stuck, imprisoned on the psychic hold.

You know where I come from? A world with nothing but the dead. I fight, and fight, and fight, and fight, and still can't find a way to get it back. Not even in a world with god amongst men. I've begged, I've been given promises and lures, and yet my world remains dead. Not to mention the fact that fighting for it has never brought me any closer to reaching it.
Talk about your crew, all you want, but at the end of the day, a hundred ounces of resolve will never beat an ounce of power.

A. Rock elbows Prototype in the stomach, dealing a serious amount of damage and shattering the psychic hold on accident.

...

Remote Grasslands A. Rock turns to Mech-tenant.

We can't go on like this. If the fight keeps up at this pace, we won't make any progress... Or worse... we'll actually lose.
You're saying we should stop holding back? Well, whatever gets this over with.

Meanwhile, Prototype listens in.

(So they were hiding something. This doesn't look good. I have to keep my eyes on the ball.)

Finally, the pair both step in, facing Prototype.

Alright, Prototype, that wasn't a bad warm-up! You actually had us on the ropes for a small bit there, too... But that's as far as this goes.
Work hard. Then maybe one day you'll make it up to our level. Sorry for what we're about to do...

Why are they speaking like this is over? They've landed one clean hit on him.
It's not that simple.

A. Rock and Mech-tenant begin to take stances.

Whoooooooooaaaaah
Stoopid, I'm not gonna let you get the CHA--!.mp4
HAAAAAAGH!

A strong burst of wind stops Prototype in his tracks, as the power of the two immensely skyrockets. Crusher turns to Ray.

Okay, Raychel! Here's what we're gonna need you to do--
It hasn't ended yet!

Remote Grasslands Alright, my turn.

Prototype runs at them both at alarming speed.

He's a lot faster than he looks.

A. Rock equips a pair of Earth Gauntlets, while also going into Defense Switch.

I'll stop him. When that happens, move in.

As Mech-tenant backs away, A. Rock moves in with a punch, as well as Prototype with a Breaker Type, the force creating a shockwave that not only breaks A. Rock's gauntlets, but forces him back.

Huh..?
Hey, look out--!

As Prototype prepares for another punch, Mech-tenant comes in and kicks A. Rock out of the way, taking the full brunt of the attack.

(And there it is.)

This punch depowers Mech-tenant as he grasps his stomach, before being given a kick to the face which sends him flying away.

Just so you know, I won't be pulling punches out of any concern, either. Give up, and you can avoid taking any fatal damage you may encounter.
Don't get so cocky so soon, pal.
H--

Suddenly, Prototype is hit from behind with an extremely powerful kick, sending him spiraling away.

...What was that? We couldn't even see him. Not to mention the force behind that attack.
(Could dad actually have his hands full on this one?)
Look, you guys are pretty good. And the same goes for your leader. That said...

A. Rock quickly goes back to normal, almost as if to hide what just happened to him.

...Phew. I let my impulse get the better of me for a second there.
That looked like one nasty blow. You all good?

Mech-tenant hesitantly gets up.

I'll live.

They both get ready for Prototype's next move, the latter party quickly coming out of a heap of dust, though not without a few scratches.

I don't he's ever faced anything quite like these two.

Unknown Planet The figure Vaati faces off against charges at him with it's lance, though Vaati reeatedly teleports out of the way of each thrust without being hit.

Enough.

Before he can be hit again, the small figure stops.

We've both spoken with our fists. Our intentions have both been made perfectly clear. With that, can you fully say that you don't agree with my words?
...

The figure's stance relaxes.
That's better.
...Oh, right... I completely forgot about the whole president visiting thing.
I've changed my mind about that. I've found someone much more... suitable... for the role.

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??? Ugh... paperwork can be such a damn pain. I should probably do something about the UKR... but I also feel the situation would do well to solve itself.
Hopefully though... things work out in the end.

The person continues to sign the paper he has in front of him, not aware of something behind him...

Here it comes!

A. Rock suddenly leaps into the air, diving straight at Prototype yet again.

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Haaagh!

A, Rock punches at Prototype, who dodges rather than deflect the incoming attack, rolling to the side. Meanwhile A. Rock's punch seems to have partially cracked the ground beneath them.

Get back here!

A. Rock suddenly shoots a Buster Barrage at Prototype, who tries to tank the pellets again, only for them to end up doing minor damage.

Hgh! (So he can augment his strength...)

Prototype attempts to sidestep the fire, only to see a sharp object heading straight for him from the corner of his eye.

Where d'ya think you're going!?

Mech-tenant swings his sickle at Prototype, dodging them with a drop of difficulty before punching him away, though most of the attack is blocked off.

Hnn.
Hey, tough guy!

Prototype returns his attention to A. Rock, who rushes at him with a volley of punches, which are all Parried perfectly, as Prototype then grabs one of his arms with two of his, slamming him onto the floor multiple times before throwing him away.... only to see him less injured than he had anticipated, barely hurt at all.

...So is that all you've got? I've seen stronger hits from old ladies.
(One of them can temporarily leak his power out with this dark strange energy, amplifying his overall capabilites... the other can cycle between different types of boosts to a different physical trait.)
(There is know way this is everything they are capable of. Either way, though, I can't lose.)

Remote Grasslands While everyone else watches, Prototype, A. Rock, and Mech-tenant both look out for sudden moves from the opposing party.

(Something doesn't add up here.)

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---

(Then again, Anthem said he lost to the two, not that he was weaker than them. But that just means there has to be some sort of trick they have up their sleeves.)

Prototype clenches his fists.

(I need to keep an eye on the both of them. I can't forget the reason why I'm doing this.)

A. Rock, meanwhile, cocks a smirk on his face.

I hope you're ready for a beatdown, because we're bringing the heat!

A. Rock charges at Prototype, shooting rapid-fire buster shots at him, which do nothing at all to deter him.

I hope that's not all you can muster.
What is this guy made of!?

Still approaching quickly, A. Rock leaps in the air in an attempt to catch Prototype with a kick from above, though Prototype blocks this with one of his legs, before shaking A. Rock off, who lands back next to Mech-tenant.

He's pretty strong...
Yeah. I think we should try overwhelming him head on.

A. Rock nods, as the two step up.

Prototype, was it? Don't get cocky.

The two then begin to assume different changes, Mech-tenant powering up slightly, and A. Rock going into Attack Switch.

The real fight starts now.
Yeah. And it'll end with you face-first on the ground.

Laser Joe glances at Anthem, who seems fixated on the fight, then back at Prototype, who is still waiting for the duo to make another move, as A. Rock and Mech-tenant begin to walk in seperate directions, the latter pulling out a large, two-sided, chained sickle.

MCPD Headquarters - Simulation Room Everyone walks in, including a now fully-fixed Proteus.

So what's the deal here, anyway? What do you need us for?
Nothing special. You guy's'll just be putting our old acquaintance to the test.
A little fight, huh? Sounds simple enough. So, how do we decide who goes first?

Prototype steps in front of the duo.

You don't need to worry; I'll take the both of you on at the same time.
Say what!?
No way...
(I wouldn't take this challenge lightly. After all, this is the same person who was able to keep pace with... Him.)
Are you trying to say he's as strong as the both of us combined!?
(Not necessarily. Simply that underestimating him would be a surefire way to lose, especially considering how well-disciplined he appears to be.)
We'll see about that.

He then redirects his attention to Prototype.

We accept. But don't expect us to go easy on you at all.
I wouldn't want it any other way.

Well, this is getting interesting...
How do you all know these two, anyway?
Long story.
Do you really think he's ready for the both of them?
There's only one way to find out. Until then, your guess is as good as mine.

The room begins to morph, turning into a empty grassland. Both parties begin to take their separate positions...