#thefirstdwn

“She’s almost set! I just need to look over the coding one more time and finish some details on her armour...” 

That said, Dr. Wily looked like he hadn’t slept or showered once in those past few days while he’d been trying to complete Piano. The bags under his eyes were darker than a black hole and the man looked like he was about to pass out. He may or may not have been living off coffee for the past few days, as well. “... and tweaks to her-” yawn “-weapon, and making sure I installed everything right...”

 Proto Man? What are you doing all the way out...

“O-Oh… I-It’s not a crime to try and get out of the rain, of course not…! I– It’s just… You’re awfully close to the fortress, close enough to be picked up on our radar. I was just wondering… Um. Are you alright? You don’t look well…”

What in the name of Asimov is Forte up to now? Out of his armor (and actually having planned to curl up with a book before heading off to bed), Alto stares at his little brother – and notably the screwdriver – in confusion.

…Geez, the kid really does look like a younger him– And thus, by extension, just like their dad. And that screwdriver can’t just be left there. Sighing, Alto sets aside his book and approaches the poor SWN somewhat hesitantly. That glitch might have been fixed, and now that he knows the kid’s behaviour was out of his control he feels no resentment, but it still hadn’t been very fun getting beat up in the first place– By a child, no less!

“I can see that,” He says as he crouches down to get a look, “Let me see…”

It takes a couple of minutes – and quiet apologies should he be hurting Forte in any way – but Alto finally gets the screwdriver free. “What were you doing, anyways?”

 “Well,” Forte says, wincing when the screwdriver finally pops free.  “Some of th’ parts for Piano are turning out t’ be really hard to find, so I thought I’d just give her mine. I can run just fine without most of these, and the sooner we can build her and boot her up the sooner I can look for replacements?”

He shrugs absently, trying to focus more on his plans than on just how much Alto really looks like his own reflection - minus the face streaks, of course. It’s difficult, though, if just because of how uncanny the similarities really are. 

Pop: h wo ydoign babe B)Alto: I’m well- uh. Are you drunk again…?Pop: y E AAH……… got a bit ov erbaord wiht th e shots??Pop: iy know yur cute when you worryAlto: Call me when you’re out of the party, okay? Or at least send me your coordinates so I can come make sure you didn’t contaminate anything…Pop: cu tei…….

Roll: Pop, you have work tomorrow.Pop: b tu sIIIIIIIIIS…..Roll: No buts, mister! >:cPop: heh e but tsRoll: Come home this instant!!Pop: o kaay