[DRABBLE]
Player: kuna_emie
Subject: Bass and Dr. Wily (his creator)
Table: C [ Prompt Table]
Prompt: 12. Contempt
Author's Notes: Apologizing now for copious amounts of the Italics tag in the phone conversation XD; Also, watch out for language.
There had always been a love-hate relationship between the two of them. No, that was a lie: there was never any "love" about it.
One, a conniving mad scientist bent on taking down Megaman, and ruling the world.
The other, a robot built off of Megaman's own design, although he was different from him in as many ways as he was the same.
This robot, in street clothes, was currently sprawled back on his couch with his arms folded behind his head, dutifully ignoring the German-accented cries of that scientist currently filtering in over speakerphone.
"Bass! Damn it Bass, you ungrateful robot! Answer me, I know you're there!"
Rather than replying, Bass just settled for silently mocking Dr. Wily. As proof this conversation had been played again and again many times, he mouthed the angry words perfectly.
"I do not know why I even created you! You are a good-for-nothing, thankless robot with no regard to me, your creator! One of these days I will find a way to dismantle you and turn you into spare parts!"
Bass rolled his eyes and sat up, giving the phone a flat look.
"I can hear you moving, you stupid ingrate. Answer me!"
"WHAT do you want this time, doc??"
"Aha! I KNEW you were there! I don't know why I even tried to get in contact with you though, you never do a damn thing I say! You're too focused on your own goals, with no thought of MINE!"
Getting truly irritated now, Bass crawled up to the phone and snarled, glaring at it as if Wily were right in front of him. "Okay, that's enough you old fuck!"
"Oh, disrespecting me again, huh? Well--"
"I SAID SHUT THE HELL UP!"
The living room seemed to ring with the sudden yell. Bass' companion wolf-dog robot Treble, who'd been napping nearby was now looking up with ears perked. Bass meanwhile stood up, still glaring down at the phone. "I have had ENOUGH of you badgering me to take part in YOUR stupid schemes! I do have my own goals, and you're always getting in the damn way!"
"If you weren't so pigheaded--!"
"If I am, doctor, it's because you MADE me that way!" Bass growled, an almost canine-like sound in his throat. "Everything wrong with me is YOUR fault, which I should just kill you three times over for! This is the LAST fucking time I'm saying this. LEAVE. ME. THE. FUCK. ALONE." He banged on the table with each word for emphasis. "And stop getting in my way, before I wipe you out for GOOD."
Silence reigned for a few moments. When Wily didn't reply, Bass turned away sharply and headed for another part of the room.
"Idiotic robot! You're lucky I haven't sent one of my new, BETTER projects to come take your hea--"
The phone suddenly exploded in a blast of plasma fire, taking the table with it and showering the room in bits of smoldering plastic and wood. Withdrawing his arm cannon, Bass stormed off, slamming his front door behind him.
Nope. Definitely no love in this relationship.
Subject: Bass and Dr. Wily (his creator)
Table: C [ Prompt Table]
Prompt: 12. Contempt
Author's Notes: Apologizing now for copious amounts of the Italics tag in the phone conversation XD; Also, watch out for language.
There had always been a love-hate relationship between the two of them. No, that was a lie: there was never any "love" about it.
One, a conniving mad scientist bent on taking down Megaman, and ruling the world.
The other, a robot built off of Megaman's own design, although he was different from him in as many ways as he was the same.
This robot, in street clothes, was currently sprawled back on his couch with his arms folded behind his head, dutifully ignoring the German-accented cries of that scientist currently filtering in over speakerphone.
"Bass! Damn it Bass, you ungrateful robot! Answer me, I know you're there!"
Rather than replying, Bass just settled for silently mocking Dr. Wily. As proof this conversation had been played again and again many times, he mouthed the angry words perfectly.
"I do not know why I even created you! You are a good-for-nothing, thankless robot with no regard to me, your creator! One of these days I will find a way to dismantle you and turn you into spare parts!"
Bass rolled his eyes and sat up, giving the phone a flat look.
"I can hear you moving, you stupid ingrate. Answer me!"
"WHAT do you want this time, doc??"
"Aha! I KNEW you were there! I don't know why I even tried to get in contact with you though, you never do a damn thing I say! You're too focused on your own goals, with no thought of MINE!"
Getting truly irritated now, Bass crawled up to the phone and snarled, glaring at it as if Wily were right in front of him. "Okay, that's enough you old fuck!"
"Oh, disrespecting me again, huh? Well--"
"I SAID SHUT THE HELL UP!"
The living room seemed to ring with the sudden yell. Bass' companion wolf-dog robot Treble, who'd been napping nearby was now looking up with ears perked. Bass meanwhile stood up, still glaring down at the phone. "I have had ENOUGH of you badgering me to take part in YOUR stupid schemes! I do have my own goals, and you're always getting in the damn way!"
"If you weren't so pigheaded--!"
"If I am, doctor, it's because you MADE me that way!" Bass growled, an almost canine-like sound in his throat. "Everything wrong with me is YOUR fault, which I should just kill you three times over for! This is the LAST fucking time I'm saying this. LEAVE. ME. THE. FUCK. ALONE." He banged on the table with each word for emphasis. "And stop getting in my way, before I wipe you out for GOOD."
Silence reigned for a few moments. When Wily didn't reply, Bass turned away sharply and headed for another part of the room.
"Idiotic robot! You're lucky I haven't sent one of my new, BETTER projects to come take your hea--"
The phone suddenly exploded in a blast of plasma fire, taking the table with it and showering the room in bits of smoldering plastic and wood. Withdrawing his arm cannon, Bass stormed off, slamming his front door behind him.
Nope. Definitely no love in this relationship.