When I was young...

[Heavy and Metal.]

Right, this can be classed as Mega Man fan fiction, but no it doesn't follow Mega Man, Proto Man, any of the canon characters (well, I'm not planning it to), some fan character who's a completely obvious copy of Mega Man but so bad ass with his Crusnik Wing Angel Demon super form which can be powered up with the Seven Robot Power Gems.
There will be action occasionaly, but this mainly follows the odd childhood (and possibly teen years) of a parentless child who gets raised by robots. This is AU (alternate timeline), where the time line went something like as follows...

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Mega Man 1 > MM2 > MM3 > MM4 > MM5 > Doctor Wily develops a huge plan inwhich he constructs a super weapon, and nearly enslaves Earth, but Mega Man pulls through and wins once more > MM6 > First Half of MM7: Mega Man defeats the first four robot masters, but learns of Wily's attack on the Robot Museum sooner then in the actual game. He is able to arrive roughly at the same time of Wily, and fights the mad scientist (armed only with his flying saucer), and accidently kills him after sending his flying saucer smash into a large display of robots, causing an explosion (due to these events, Bass never fights Mega Man properly and simply stays a sort of mindless drone, who beleives he is still following Wily's plans, and simply goes around causing random minor-damage, attacking Mega Man when he can but with no real effort). > Mega Man is praised for finally ending Wily's reign of terror > Several years pass, Mega Man deals with minor threats > A period of time known as "The Second Robot War" starts. An evil master mind known simply as Biometal begins to re-use old Robot Master designs created by many scientists from around the world, calling them his "Rock-on Masters" > Proto Man dies in the SRW > Mega Man captures Biometal and hands him over to the authorities > Biometal is executed after two years in captivity > Doctor Light passes away > Mega Man destroys Bass after the two of them clash for a final time > Several more years pass, Mega Man deals with more minor threats and what is referred to as the "Second Robot War Aftermath", inwhich several small terrorist groups had the same idea as Biometal, rebuilding old robot masters (however, this minor groups only make rather faulty and bad quality Rock-on Masters, and are quickly dispatched) > After several more years, Mega Man, Roll and the majority of Doctor Light's creations allow themselves to be deactivated, and an international robot museum is constructed, inwhich Doctor Light's creations are given a position of honour > Using plans given to them by Doctor Light but told not to use until after the protection of Mega Man had gone, the worlds government create advance battle robots to keep peace when needed >
The present, roughly a hundred or so years after Mega Mans deactivation. Robots are still used for alot of hard work and jobs, but are treated more like citizens, allowed to own their own property and luxuries. Robot Master level AI is now so popular that the term is not used any more (even robots like Sniper Joes and Metools, while not as inteligent as a human, now have basic emotions and learning skill). To help the elderly and sick, the "Cyborg Program" has been started, inwhich elderly and/or sick can humans are given extremely advanced cybernetic implants and attachments to help them live longer. However, these are disguised to look like human body parts or are slotted under the skin, so you don't see people with a huge obviously metal armour wandering around...

Well, if you didn't read that whole time line, I'd suggest looking at the end. As you can see from that, Cyborg Program, cybernetic implants, etc. That'll play an important part in the story, mmk?
Oh, one last thing. I hardly ever write stories in first person, so excuse me if I mess up.


Chapter One: When I was found...
Okay, first things first. My name is Joe Mettaur. Yeah, I know, laugh at it. My first name is from a green law enforcement robot and my last name is what some people call Metools. But, I was called that, because of how I was found, you see? Of course, it wasn't until a while after I was found I actually got a name, before I was simply boy, child, kid, young'un, midget and stuff along those lines.

So I keep saying "how I was found", and what do I mean by that? Well, I guess you can say I'm an orphan. I've never had actual parents (no complaints though). It all started many, many years ago, when I was a baby. I must have had some form of interaction before I was found, as apparently when they found me I knew a few words (such as teddy, ball, won't and some more). But, time to explain and be accurate.
So, like I said, I was young, and I was found curled up sleeping, but crying, in the helmet of a metool. This area was called the "Useless Fields", as it used to be a huge open area of fenland that had mostly dried up, leaving quite a few lakes and puddles about the marshy place, and as no one was using it, they started dumping old bits of useless robot and machinery there. So much so, that you couldn't see the fen anymore; just big mountains and hills of metallic grey, brown and faded paint, with a single road cutting through it all. Me and my metool helmet were found quite near that single road, neatly propped up against a wobbling tower of discarded Sniper Joe shields and arm cannons.

The group that found me were all robots, a mix of inteligent ones and drones, who'd lived in the Useless Fields for a few years now; they'd been trying to delay a collapsing mine from falling in completely and were evacuating everyone in there, but one of them got frustrated with a stubborn man who'd refused to leave. He shot the man in the arm, and that ball of concentrated plasma, energy and electricity sailed through his arm and hit into the wall, which blew up. The rest of the group paniced and began firing around aswell; 11 humans who were touring the mine and 18 robots (mostly drones) were killed, and atleast 20 more injured or malfunctioned.
They thought that they weren't to blame for what happened, and so refused to be deactivated. They managed to run away, a few of them taking damage in the process, and settled down in the Useless Fields. Alot of robots did that; when they were sick of the humans, big cities or felt they had been accused of things unfairly, they often ran off to the Useless Fields, either on their own or in groups.

So, back to me. The particular robot that found me was Old Steam, a sort of leader of the group, as he'd been alive the longest. Originally he'd been built as a sea rescue robot, but had had many jobs, with brilliant thick armour painted in deep blue with the occasional yellow stripe, a helmeted head and a friendly, old face with some grey stubble. Old Steam's group was wandering around the Useless Fields in search of anything useful, and Old Steam saw the helmet I was in, and picked it up in surprise to find the screaming infant that was me curled up in it. Now, this baby he had found was obviously sick; in his many jobs, he'd learnt how to tell when someone was sick, injured or unwell, but I doubt he'd have needed those skills. I was quite bruised, and had several open wounds with wires poking out of them and small bits of machinery attached to the insides, and the long, metal, wire-covered plate that ran across my forehead and down the left side of my face, ending in a sort of spiral at my chin.

To this day, I don't know why I was like that, but I assume some women had wanted to keep her baby alive, had it given a load of cybernetics, decided she'd bitten off more then she could chew and tossed it away, hoping that the problem would leave her mind. I would have died as a miserable little wired freak, and several robots in the group insisted that they leave me to die, otherwise I would slow them down. But Old Steam and some of his closest friends took pity on me. Due to my size, they couldn't give me a load of operations to make me brand new, but they did treat my bruises and sow up my wounds, and constructed a sort of metallic cocoon from some stuff they'd found, which plugged into my cybernetics and kept me alive. So they carried me around, the little grumpy baby in his metal casing, feeding me with what they could find that would be suitable; a discarded pot of baby food, a half-eaten tin of still-edible fish, some of the best water they could find from the ponds that still lurked around under the masses of discarded metal...

Old Steam told me when I was older that they were glad I grew up. It was quite difficuilt carrying around that metal casing of mine, making sure it didn't crush me, rip me apart or fail, and finding food that they could safely assume I could eat (at the time, I was still to human to eat they're food)... I'll tell you what happened when I grew up later.

[NeoMan]

hmm... I like the concept. And I'd like too see more. Good job.

[Neo Girl]

What Nemmy said and also, it was very, how do you say? Captivating!
it made me want to just keep reading and reading! I cannot wait to see the next page!