Anonymous asked: can you walk? maybe someone can get you a cane
My leg is… in bad condition.
Anonymous asked: i think its cute how heath calls you 'the doc'
He has full permission to call me Tom, but he seems to prefer the nickname. I don’t exactly mind too much, though.
Heath grinned. “Don’t worry Doc. I’ve been… modifying the suit. I messed up somewhere…” he muttered. “It’s not running on full capacity.” He grinned as they reached the forks in the tunnel systems. With luck, that thing couldn’t find them.
Gospel howled, biting the copy robot while he had the chance. He’d have to run. But he had to make it look real…
The copy robot scowled. This was not how it was supposed to go, at all. He pushed himself up and fired at Gospel.
"I’ll help you patch it up when things settle down a l-little," Light said with a tiny grin. "Don’t worry about that part."
Gospel skidded as he was thrown. Looking up at the copy robot, it scowled. There wasn’t enough time. It leapt at the robot.
“Don’t worry Doc… I’ll get him out…” There would be hell to pay.
The copy robot moved to blast Gospel, but was a second too slow. He took the full brunt of the tackle.
Light nodded, slumping in Heath’s arms. “We’ll get him out. Together. I’m not letting you fight alone.”
“It’s not your fault Doc…” Heath said, running through the tunnels. If he could hit whee the tunnel split, that copy robot shouldn’t be able to find them. “We’ll just repay that bastard in triplicate.”
Gospel held on. It could see how far Heath had gone. He just had to hold on a little longer…
The copy-robot finally shook the wolfbot off. He stood, then started to follow Heath and Dr. Light.
Light shook, holding onto Heath. “My son. He’s still with Wily, and I didn’t even realize. How d-didn’t I realize—I—” He cut off with a pained little noise as his leg shifted.
The wolf bit again and again. Anything it could do to slow the thing down.
Heath gently picked up the Doc. Looking at the hole in the floor boards, he leapt down. “Don’t worry Doc… I got you…” he said gently. What had he done? He could lose the copy robot in the tunnels. Gospel would know how to hide. He just had to get the Doc out of there…
The copy robot winced at the fang marks in his arm. “Get off,” he grunted, giving Gospel a hard shove.
Light wrapped his arms around Heath’s shoulders, getting as firm a grip as he could. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have checked. I should have just sat silently. But I—I had to know..”
The wolf howled as the shot hit him. His armor was able to deflect most of it, but Heath would have to repair it later. It attempted to bite the copy robot.
Heath meanwhile was trying to figure out how to move the Doc. Gospel could move him, but the wolf needed to keep the copy robot busy. “Doc, I’m going to pick you up again, okay?” He asked. Worst come worse, B would man the suit again. Heath…
well he could figure out something.
Gospel bit the copy robot’s arm; grunting, he tried to shake the wolfbot off him.
“You can’t escape,” he called.
Light looked up at Heath, giving a small nod, closing his eyes for a moment as pain ran through him again. “That’s—that’s fine, Heath. I trust you.” He gave a weak smile. “Let’s get out of here.”
Heath screamed. His own shot fired at the copy robot just as Gospel tore through the floorboards. He flew at the copy, his fangs bared. Heath ran toward the Doctor, letting his wolf take care of the copy for now. He had to make sure he was safe. Oh god what had he done…
The copy robot was knocked back from the shot and struggled with Gospel, wrestling with the wolfbot. He attempted to shoot it.
Light stayed on his knees, sobbing with pain, beyond being able to speak. His body was so fragile, and he could not even twitch his leg without pain surging along it.
Heath was quiet as Gospel tried to get into position. But he did not lower his buster. Just a little farther…
“Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear,” said the copy robot.
And he fired.
The shot caught him in the leg, not anywhere more vital, but it still hurt, a burning, searing agony that seemed to spread through his whole body. Light howled with pain, falling to his knees, leg burnt badly along its side.
Heath stared at the copy robot and snarled. “You would do this? Why?” He wasn’t talking to the robot. He was talking to it’s controller. “Is this some sick game?”
Meanwhile, Gospel was out of sight, trying to get into position.
“Consider it recycling. This buster is Megaman’s,” the robot said, now speaking with Wily’s voice.
Light winced hearing that too-familiar voice, tensing more. “My son. My real son. Where is he…?”
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