I Sell Bubbles and Bubble Accessories

rokkuman:

bubble-man:

rokkuman:

bubble-man:

“You have to admit its better than a half eaten Cinnabon. Anything would be better than a half eaten Cinnabon,” he said quite matter of factly. “Some of us work, too. But I think it may just be Air and myself, but I don’t really know where most of my brothers go everyday, so who knows? What do you end up doing? Just wandering around the city then?”

“Well I’m not one to turn down a free Cinnabon! But you’re right, it is better.” Rock chuckled. “Sure it’s not delicious but it is more useful and it doesn’t get moldy or attract ants.” Either of his hands lowered and raised like scales before they fell back into his lap. 

“I didn’t think Wily numbers could work but I guess you guys are pretty good at sneaking around though, huh? Built for it, even.” He hadn’t meant it in an insulting way at all and hopefully that was obvious. “When I’m not being Megaman, I’m a lab assistant but Dr. Light hasn’t been working as much.” He paused, sounding a little sad when he spoke again. “Maybe he just needs a break for a while.” 

“I always leave my armor at home when I come into the city. That’s the trick,” he laughed. “And my line of work doesn’t really require me to come in too often. Once or twice if my editor wants to give me hell but that’s to be expected.” He won’t mention what he writes though. He still is adjusting to the fact that Rock isn’t a little kid.

“He’s not sick or anything is he?” Bubbles asked quietly. Human illness was a scary thing. He downrights panic whenever Wily so much as sneezes. “Maybe he just needs, like multivitamins or something? I’d imagine he eats better than Wily. We’ll bring him food but all we ever see him consume is red bull and cigarettes.”

Bubbles thought for a moment, trying to come up with something reassuring. “Light always seemed like such an ov- hard worker that maybe he honestly is just taking a break? You can only do so much for so long before needing to rest, right?” Oh jeez, that Wily Bot bias almost slipped out.

Even if it was Bubble, Rock didn’t think telling a Wily number that Light was ill and vulnerable was such a good idea. “He’s probably just sleepy. Roll cooks all the time and we’ve even been keeping his sweets away from him.” Rock wondered how Wily was even functioning as well as he did if all he lived on was cigarettes and energy drinks. Maybe it was determination or insanity that kept him going, maybe it was both.

“I bet you’re right! Besides, I’m around so he doesn’t even need to work hard anymore.” Rock placed a hand to his own chest happily, gesturing to himself.

“So…where do you work? In the city I mean. Maybe I could visit some time.” His brothers wouldn’t be wary of him in the city if it was just work after all.

Somehow Bubbles knew that question was coming. Well, knowing where he worked wasn’t so bad, it was what he did that was making him nervous. Well, Rock was older than him, right? So if he found out what he wrote it wouldn’t be such a big deal, right? Why was he even nervous about it?

“I mostly work from home, but every now and then I have to pop into the office. They’re not very big in Monsteropolis, so we only have a small office downtown. I think we’re above a dentist’s office?” he shrugged. “Either way, we’re getting popular enough to have audiobook versions! I was so stoked about it” until I found out Air was reading them…. But he didn’t say that. “Its nice doing something that people can actually enjoy.”

bubble-man:

• Alpha Pug
• Snickers
• Precious
• Rolly
• Billy
• Molly
• Coco
• Cleanie
• Ruby
• Mollie
• Squishy
• Alky
• Lemor
• Holic
• Reggie
• Squirt
• Tiny
• Mozart
• Chimichanga
• Pogo
• Trouble
• Cotton
• Miko
• Leo
• Seeds
• Goldy
• Vicious
• Cassie
• Tito
• Donny
• Josie
• Rocky
• Leia
• Zeus
• Bernie
• Frank
• Pinky
• Marie
• Cookie
• Puggsley Puggertoni
• Lancelot
• Guinivere

More to be added later. (This was in my drafts for some reason…?)

airofsuperiority:

flashistheman:

<You caught me right on time, Brother. I am in my lab at the moment, elbow deep in a Light bot! He can’t wiggle anymore at least! 

<I turned off his body!

<Why would you need a face? Did you get yourself in the face with your drills again? I told you that when you get upset you are supposed to take deep venting breaths and count backwards from 10…

Flash was happily repairing Tornado while Hard looked on, the Light bot was pretty much naked and large sections of his skin had been removed so repairs could be administered. Light bots were a different complicated, Flash didn’t have his blueprints, but scans told him that he was on the right track. It was slow going, and of course he let Tornado stay awake through it, though he was wondering if he should have just turned the panicked little bastard off. 

He was wondering if this was Hards boyfriend, and was suddenly worried about his brothers tastes in lovers. 

Meanwhile, Air continued to sit in his room away from all of this. He had not heard from Bubble Man in a while, and it sent off loud sirens and alarms in his head. He was beginning to regret his decision to stay behind and not follow Crash, for their worries were shared. As he sat in his chair pondering this, he looked over to a copy of Bubble’s novel. It was the same one he was unfortunate enough to have been paid to read. The content was dubious at best, and he couldn’t enjoy a single second of it. The fiasco was a little funny looking back on it now, but it was insignificant. He was more concerned for his little brother’s well being. He got up and made a reach for the room’s exit.

Upon arriving to the scene of Bubble’s damaged doorway, he froze in his tacks and could feel his body tense up. Immediately, he began to further regret his failure to join Crash Man. “What the hell…?” he quietly and slowly asked himself through clenched teeth. His fears felt fueled, but it only initiated him to enter the room without warning or thought. Should he have brought a weapon?

The answer to that question would have been “no.” Bubble was in the room along with Crash, and they were both relatively unharmed. However, a torn up figure was lying in a shaken Bubble’s arms. Air was facing the messy aftermath of something macabre after all. Oil painted the floors like blood, and the mangled face of the injured robot was suddenly too familiar.

Air shook his head, as if he was about to shout at Metal Man or ask Crash what happened. Yet, he said nothing. Words failed to escape him, for he only felt sick and confused. Just looking into his older brother’s ripped up face felt like a shot of poison into his core. But without knowing what happened, his previous doubts for Metal left him feeling biased.

He only stood there before his brothers, just as tall and silent as he’s ever been. Something seemed appropriately off though. Under almost any other circumstance, he was an expert at keeping everything inside. “…What happened here?” was what he barely asked, but the true question in his mind was “what is wrong with you people?”

Bubble was almost shocked at seeing Air in his doorway, but everything around him was just so shocking that it didn’t really register that Air was there at all, so he stared rather dumbly at his older brother. He blinked and almost scratched his head until Air’s question finally registered.

“What happened?” he repeated dumbly. How to explain this? Rather, how to explain it without breaking the fragile calm that Bubbles was struggling to maintain. “It just… Got out of control.”

Out of control was an understatement. Metal’s face was mangled, he and Bubbles were covered in robo-blood, and Crash was slowly becoming covered in the stuff as well. What a sight they must be and he could tell by the slight expression on Air’s face. So Bubbles did what anyone in their right mind would do and smiled while shrugging.

(Source: bubble-man)

Hey guys, being the nerd I am, I bought a new computer so I can play Diablo 3 with my fiance. Because of that I’m still customizing and getting my computer all set.

I see that it is my turn in the thread and I will get to working on it after work today. :> I figure there’s no rush and I’m usually gone on the weekends anyway but I thought I’d say something. :}