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Bass was in his room with the most scrapped legs on he'd ever seen. Crash had taken it upon himself to attempt to get the general up and at'em because Bass moping was the most miserable thing he'd ever seen.

He was just swinging them over the bed when the bot came into his room with a bag of ...what he wasn't sure, but it looked bulging with goodies. "...Right." Normally he would be pissed someone came into his room without knocking but he really was in a good mood, potentially at least walking around the tower and getting out of his room. ...Even if he had to be plugged into a stupid wall after an hour or two because of his core issues.

"G-General Bass this... is all we recovered.." The bot handed the bag to Bass, who looked in it eagerly and then froze.

"E-pops? Did ....something happen?" His green eyes narrowed suspiciously at the bot.

"Sir, General Proto is officially off the grid. I was sent to investigate and this is all I recovered."

Something deep inside Bass twisted and was stabbed as he heard that news. If he was standing, he would have had to sit down, but luckily all that happened was his whole body felt numb, like he was going offline. Proto was... missing? Dropped of the radar like the other bots who got trashed by Flashover? He wanted to scream, to cry, to ...something.

He chose screaming. Bass threw his head back and let out a wordless scream. It was long and heart broken and full of rage. When he stopped, the General's eyes were narrowed to tiny little slits and he got up, slinging the bag back at the bot and stood up on those wobbly, scrap metal legs. He managed two steps, grabbed his helmet and then the legs gave out under him. The crumbled at the joining place and he went tumbling to the floor.

Bass skidded on his chest and he let out another scream, this one growling and low, dark and evil sounding. He pulled himself with his one arm, dragging himself towards the stairs of the towel.

"Flashover you a*****e.. I'm going to murder you." His voice was growling and metallic, adding a whole new level of dark to himself.

But before he could get down one flight of stairs, he was promptly picked up and carried back to his room by Crash. Instead of fighting the other bot, Bass found himself leaning against him, letting the angry, harsh tears fall from his eyes. It hurt, it hurt. He was useless.

"Find someone who can fix me," Bass said, looking away from Crash. "I'm going after him."

"...I am already on it." He sighed and just plugged Bass back up to the wall. "I'll be back when I've got the proper parts." With that, Crash took his leave, leaving Bass alone with nothing but dark, depressing thoughts.





** Bass found out Proto went off grid. Someone help him find the proper replacements since Wily's busy. **