[DRABBLE]
Player: roll_soul/kuna_emie
Subject: Bass
Table: C [ Prompt Table]
Prompt: 6. Cleansed
Bass stood there, panting deeply, only the locked position of his legs keeping him upright. His armor was broken and cracked, burnt and bent, and his robot body wasn't in much better shape. Despite the fact he looked like hell, he was smiling- no, grinning. One of his knee joints suddenly gave out and he faltered before crashing backwards with a thud. He was still grinning.
"I did it." He let out a laugh, which he and he alone heard. "I DID IT!" The single laugh turned into more, sounding both crazy and triumphant at the same time. Bass laughed long and hard, despite the fact it hurt, despite the fact he could no longer stand. Megaman, his greatest rival, who he had been built to defeat, had finally gone down at his hand. He didn't know if the blue robot was going to be repaired (knowing Mega's creator, he would be) but he no longer cared. He didn't give a damn what Megaman did anymore, because he'd finally beaten him. Life purpose served.
Bass, still chuckling faintly, stared up at the sky with a smirk. He had won, and he'd done it on his own terms. More than that, judging by the fact he was still awake, the old man hadn't put in a kill function for after Megaman's defeat. Bass smirked, his eyes closing. He felt free, free of the last pieces of Wily's hold, free of unfinished business, free of everything wrong he saw in himself. He had finally proven he was the best, the greatest robot ever built. And it felt good.
Eyes shut still, he snickered as he finally obeyed the warning systems blaring throughout his body, crying for downtime so they could repair. "So... this is what it feels like... to really win."
He was still grinning.
Subject: Bass
Table: C [ Prompt Table]
Prompt: 6. Cleansed
Bass stood there, panting deeply, only the locked position of his legs keeping him upright. His armor was broken and cracked, burnt and bent, and his robot body wasn't in much better shape. Despite the fact he looked like hell, he was smiling- no, grinning. One of his knee joints suddenly gave out and he faltered before crashing backwards with a thud. He was still grinning.
"I did it." He let out a laugh, which he and he alone heard. "I DID IT!" The single laugh turned into more, sounding both crazy and triumphant at the same time. Bass laughed long and hard, despite the fact it hurt, despite the fact he could no longer stand. Megaman, his greatest rival, who he had been built to defeat, had finally gone down at his hand. He didn't know if the blue robot was going to be repaired (knowing Mega's creator, he would be) but he no longer cared. He didn't give a damn what Megaman did anymore, because he'd finally beaten him. Life purpose served.
Bass, still chuckling faintly, stared up at the sky with a smirk. He had won, and he'd done it on his own terms. More than that, judging by the fact he was still awake, the old man hadn't put in a kill function for after Megaman's defeat. Bass smirked, his eyes closing. He felt free, free of the last pieces of Wily's hold, free of unfinished business, free of everything wrong he saw in himself. He had finally proven he was the best, the greatest robot ever built. And it felt good.
Eyes shut still, he snickered as he finally obeyed the warning systems blaring throughout his body, crying for downtime so they could repair. "So... this is what it feels like... to really win."
He was still grinning.