Twelve years Light worked and on a cold night in the year 200X, Protoman was born.
A perfect man, an unbeatable machine, hell-bent on destroying every evil standing between man and freedom, built for one purpose, to destroy Wily's army of evil robots.
Ready, willing, prepared to fight.
His mission had been a simple one in theory. A single-minded goal to end all evil between himself and the freedom of Audio-kind. It was a noble task, one that the bot known as Proto had been more than willing to tackle. His father had spent years building him, perfecting his programming to take on anything that might oppose him. He was born without fear, without the hesitation that mortal Audio held. Proto was more than capable of taking down overwhelming odds. In fact, the thought of such a battle sent sparks of excitement through his circuits similar to adrenaline for flesh and blood.
Due to the gravity of the situation there had not been much time for him to spend with his 'father' Dr. Light. From what little interaction he did get, Proto could tell that the scientist was a loving Audio, simply trying to do the right thing for the City he deeply cared for. The few times they had a break from his mission training, Light played music for him to listen to. Though he as a fighting machine, Light still thought it important to give the young robot a taste of culture. One particular type of music stood out to him so much that his father began to refer to him as it. Blues, the first Son of Light.
The day came that Dr. Light had to send his first born to war. Equipped with gun, riot shield, and helmet Proto stood outside with his father for one last time. The two looked towards the Tower that he was being sent to destroy. A wind had picked up, whipping the yellow scarf around behind the bot. A moment later, he was gone, darting off towards Wily and his army. The wind carried a tune back to Light, a song that Proto himself had made up. It was a haunting tune, and yet it fit the red bot so very well.
Streets went by in a blur, along with the Citizens who filled them. Proto was hell-bent on completing his task, completely focused on the battle that lay before him. Behind, the scared Citizens of the City started to leave their hiding holes, started to fill the streets and follow the path of their Hope. Soon the evil would be destroyed and their City would be back to normal. They would be
free.
The red bot made his way to the Tower, the sea of Citizens following in his wake. Before him lie Wily's Army, smirking and ready for a fight. No way one bot would be able to take them. How dare he even have the nerve to think he could! They would crush him, and then go about their day.
Proto, however, had different plans. Fearless he rushed forward, shield striking bots to one side while blaster taking out those on the other. Metal collided with metal, the sound deafening to those who had gathered to watch. Smoke filled the air around the combatants, the action hidden from view but the sound inescapable. Bots dropped left and right, taken out by Proto's quick and precise blows. This is what he was built for, his very reason to exist. Yet no matter how driven he was he simply could not take on an
army.
Soon the smoke cleared, the sound having died down. Still Proto stood, barely, his energy depleting fast. There was no fear, even as the countless Wily bots finally swarmed over him and finished the battle.
The crowd dispersed, heading back to their homes. There would be no freedom today. No...Hope was dead.
The crowd had gathered there to watch him fall, to watch their hopes destroyed.
They watched them beat him, they watched them break him, they watched his last defense deployed.
There was not a man among them who would let himself be heard.
But from the crowd, from their collective fear, arose these broken words:
We are the dead
Proto awoke with a start, the bot giving a panicked look around the room as he got his bearings. Internal systems raced, the bot thinking he was right back in the middle of the fight for his life. The day that he lost his direction...really, the day that his world had been shattered.
But, a tense moment later and the memories of the past faded away to where he truly was. His corner in Bass' room, on his cot. No danger here, just a darkened room and the broken bot that currently inhabited it. Proto heaved an unnecessary sigh, raising his good arm to run his hand through his hair. His memory banks were screwing with him, forcing him to relive that awful day rather than get a good recharge cycle in. And why? He had done what he could! It wasn't -his- fault that he had been overwhelmed...was it? Proto had fought off countless robots, but one bot was no match for an entire army. Surely the Citizens realized this, so why hadn't they helped? Had his entire purpose been for nothing?
And what place in this world did a bot with no purpose have? He was built to -destroy- Wily's Army. It was his sole goal. Yet here he lay, taking refuge in his co-general's room. Wily's Army was at his command, he hadn't destroyed it! No..he had only strengthened it.
Hope Rides Alone.
....But tonight Hope did not want to be alone. He didn't want to stand alone, or recharge alone, or
anything. As quietly as possible Proto pulled himself from his cot and tried to move it closer to Bass' bed. ...Difficult, considering his one arm being in a sling. There was a fair amount of -scraping-, but he did eventually get it close enough. Now he just had to climb back in....
Of course Proto knew that Bass was going to wake up with the scraping, who could sleep through that? Still, he looked at the figure in the bed, not in the b***h corner, either and frowned. Before he could actually attempt to climb in the bed, however, Bass had rolled over and wrapped his arms around the other bot, drawing him in. It was as though Bass
knew what was going on with him. Maybe Wily put a link in them, or something equally as ******** up, but either way. He was on the bed now, against the other bot, practically tucked under him.
...And it was good. He didn't feel alone. This is what he wanted.
Maybe now the nightmares would be at bay.
**NOTES**
Proto breaks even Bass' 'heart' with his backstory. Yep.
Mostly a thing so I could write out Proto's backstory in Audio-verse. Not really much to base your own things on, unless Sergio wants to do sappy solos.
Sergio helped with the end :B
