Welcome Home, Protoman - A Mega Man Fanfic Dr. Wily was defeated, finally, and Mega Man, Dr. Light, and the rest of his robot family were all at peace. The only thing left was Protoman, who was still at the ruins of Dr. Wily's Castle. It didn't even look like the same thing anymore. It just looked like a landfill of rubble and remains of architecture made solely by villainy. Mega Man and Dr. Light set off to find Protoman and try to convince him to move in with them. When they found him in the heart of the wreckage, the Prototype robot was covered in scrapes, scratches, and dirt from rummaging in the architectural remains, sitting on a chunk of scrap metal about the size of a small school desk and staring at a worn-out photo.Welcome Home, Protoman - A Mega Man Fanfic2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a photo of him and Dr. Light recently after he was first created.
"I was wondering where that photo went," a familiar voice of anthro-robotic genius said with a smile hidden in a cloud of white, curly facial hair. Protoman gasped and turned around. It was his creator, his father
Good Luck SmilesQuiet, blissful, prefect quiet. It was the type of sweet silence that was so restful you forgot all your worries and just disappeared for a while; a warm breeze brushing cherry blossoms through the air, the sun dappled onto the soft grass below, were the only things on your mind.Good Luck Smiles2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Senpai sighed peacefully from her place under the sakura tree, the flower's scent tickling her nose and making her rabbit ears twitch. She had come here early just to enjoy the day before the others arrived. She loved them all dearly, they were her pets, her family after all, but they did tend to be....rambunctious, especially...
“Hey, SENPAI!” A female's loud voice called out happily, and Senpai opened her eyes and sat up with a groan.
Aiko, a large wolf like dog the color of fine charcoal, was padding towards her, a happy grin on the dog's face. Upon the dog's back was a young woman with blond hair, kitten ears and soft eyes; Alisa. She was smiling to and waving enthusiastically to Senpai.
To My Beloved BrotherDear Chris,To My Beloved Brother3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
You son of a Bayleaf! I knew you'd make it to the semi-finals! You have such little faith in yourself, you should fix that soon. Start listening to me for a change and boost that self-confidence! But seriously though, I'm so proud of you. You continue to impress me with every letter, and it makes me so sad I won't be able to see you compete...keep me updated about your matches, okay? I mean, you usually do, but I don't want to miss anything juicy. And I worry about you sometimes! You go whole-hog in these fights. I don't want to hear you got hurt.
Hey, on that note, you asked me about our tournament here in Raccolto, and, well, it's super fun! But It's super tough too...I'm not sure how things'll go in this next round...everyone is so strong! And I'll be the first to admit that grass types are a bit fragile (but don't tell dad!). I'll have to try picking up some techniques from my fights and get stronger for next year. The doctor I go to tells me that I must have some steel
An Accidental RobberyAn Accidental Robbery2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Okay, so maybe your best friend's house shouldn't be the first place you go when you've just accidentally robbed a bank. How does one "accidentally" rob a bank, you ask? Well it's simple: be at the bank when the crew you hang with unexpectedly shows up with masks and guns.
My buddies busted in and saw me at the counter. One tossed me a pistol and had me help out, probably not wanting to get hung out to dry, or whatever it's called. They blew through the place like it was nothing and we scattered in the suburbs. No idea where they went, but the only place nearby I knew was Taylor's place.
She and I had grown up together and had remained best friends since grade school. Thing is, though, I had always wanted to get out of this town and see the country. And suddenly with a trash bag full of cash I was able to do this. I arrived at her apartment sick to my stomach with anxiety.
She answered the door wearing faded jeans and a grey T-shirt. Her long maroon hair really fit her pale complexion.
A baby's lifeEyes closed I sit here contemplating what I will write. The darkness doesn't dissuade me and it is lit up faintly beyond my eyelids by the glow of my monitor... But what comes to mind?A baby's life3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A baby makes his march through a field of green grass littered with white flowers. Each time he places his hand on the ground to crawl another bit he leaves a small print and a muffled thump against the earth. The baby marches as only a baby can and looks around in awe at the stunning sights to behold. Though the field is endless and looks all the same from my view, the baby sees things differently. Each flower is a new experience. Each blade of grass holds a special flavor. Where he placed his hand once, pulling it to his mouth to see a washed palm from the morning dew on the grass, this new spot left a loose powder of fresh dirt on his hands that he playfully slaps back onto the ground. A smile wraps the babys face as he continues onward, not knowing what next encounter will change his life. The fear o
Louieeemans boingfun birthday(Happy birthday,louieeeman! This story is for you!)Louieeemans boingfun birthday3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
one day,kingdomheartsventus7 woke me out of another boingy dream
ven: yo! Jb! Its louieeemans birthday
Ven:dont worry,all you need to do is wrap his present
i have it behind my back
me:what is it?
ven:its zacs skippyball!
ven: go downstairs and see what i have
me:so many hippity hops and big balloons, he will love it!
ven:i have even made a hop! 66 cake!
(reveals a perfectly done blue call with a hop! 66 ball (minature) on top)
me:lets invite the girls
(one phone call later)
girls: we are here
Louieeeman:whats going on
ven (quietly): one two 3
all but louieeeman:happy boingy birthday louieeeman!
louieeeman:hahaha mucho gracias everyone
Everone else: de nada
(after singing happy birthday it was time to open presents)
louieeman:boy that cake was good but lets see what boingy presents we have
(i revealed my present)
louieeeman:mi amigo you got me zacs skippy ball best b day ever!
Hetalia: Ibiza and her Big Brother SpainHetalia: Ibiza and her Big Brother Spain13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Spain sighed as he pulled many weeds from his crop garden. It was another warm, crop-tending day in Barcelona. But Spain knew he had work to do. And he knew Romano was busy talking a siesta to help him out. He wiped his sweaty forehead as he pulled out yet another weed. "Another day, another euro" He muttered.
Spain then spotted a head of dark-brown hair in the distance. He put his basket of pulled weeds down and walked down to the beach, two ripe tomatoes in hand.
Spain was surprised to find that the head of dark brown hair was a little girl with two small side ponytails sitting all alone in the sand. She wore a dark purple dress, a white apron and barefooted. She had her knees tucked to her chest.
'Who's this chica de pequena (little girl)? Is she a new country?' Spain thought. He then approached the little girl and knelt down to her level. "Hola, me llamo España. (Hello, my name is Spain). It must've been so lonely being here all by yourself, pequeña (little one). Do you h
Night TerrorsI'm FineNight Terrors2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
What Yurama first noticed when she fumbled with the light switch, managing to flip the burningly bright flouresence on, was that the bed was empty. The door to the bathroom, just inside their quarters and to the left, was closed – but she could make out the distinct filtering of off-yellow light from the dying bulbs as it tricked out underneath the frame. Tiredly she crossed the threshold, hand resting on the doorknob. She gave it a tentative turn and it was....unlocked. She could hear water running in the sink. Not wanting to startle him, she released the doorknob and instead rapped lightly on the wood of the door.
”...Charles, is everything all right?"
The tap shut off abruptly, and she heard a heavy sigh. He emerged moments later with a smile and a nod. That was Charles for ‘no’.
She learned early on not to listen to what he was saying, with regards to hi
The Dumont TakeThe Dumont Take2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Uniforms are wonderful things. You can go anywhere, so long as you've got the right jacket or jumpsuit. Throw a fat sticker onto a white utility van and there ain't single gated community that'll stop you on your way in.
People live in these nice, 'secluded' places because they figure it's safer. Well I suppose it is, if you consider that everyone living there is already well-off. But that's a double-edged sword, see. They think they're safer, so they relax and don't take as many precautions.
Exposed window wells, unlocked back doors, windows ajar when nobody's home. That sort of thing. And you can walk through just about anybody's back yard without trouble as long as you're wearing a bright vest and hardhat.
Lotta thieves I know prefer the direct approach; watch from parked cars, dress in dark clothes, and sneak in when nobody's looking. Me, I'm the kinda guy who hides in plain sight. If you act like nothing's going on, everybody'll assume you're right.
That's how I got into the Dumon