#zerooftheresistance

(continued from [x])

The blanket of white was everywhere no matter where Zero went. But the sight of a building in the middle of no where was something new to him. And also something weird to it too. Seeing that that was the only thing nearby, he went to the said building and studied the exterior. It was amazing how it could still stand despite how bad it was.

Zero went up and knocked on the door, waiting for a reply if there is any.

At the second knock, the beeps and whirs of some distant game paused, the young reploid lifting his head from the screen he’d been staring intently at. At the third, he was scrambling to his feet, processor running over who at all would be coming over so early in the morning. 

MZ? No, the vamploid would just teleport in. Rock, Cale? Rock wasn’t one to be up so early, and Cale would have given him a heads-up before paying a visit, and besides... Ah. He sighed, stepping over the rubble and ducking under a hanging pillar. Maybe it was Xanti. Those visits were rare, but they made the most sense, and... Well, let’s just open the door.

There wasn’t much to see here. Ice, cold, a wasteland with no life in sight, and the snow went on for miles; it blanketed the whole planet in an Ice Age with no end. What sunlight there was disappeared in the black clouds, but it wasn’t impossible to see.

In what was the Grand Canyon, nothing left of the crevasses and valleys that it was known for, but flat land and smoothed over earth, the result of some crash from long ago. A lab stood, it too crumbling just like the world around it, yet somehow still standing.

Portals frequently opened near it, perhaps out of pure instinct that the only sign of movement on the forsaken Earth was in this single, solitary spot. 

He tested his bonds again, trying to break free to brutally murder the reploid before him. Zero was such a pity. He could have been so much more than he claimed himself to be. He could be a god, and yet he chose to muck around in the filth of this world.

Omega honestly didn't care how many lives were lost. Something deep inside him craved world domination, craved trampling his enemies under his boots and being the Messiah he was meant to be.

Finding that his bonds were too strong for even him to break out of, he gave an unimpressed and unamused look at Zero. Why was he here? Didn't he have X to entertain him? 

Or did admit defeat?

No... Zero was like him, too strong to admit defeat and give in. He gave a most annoyed growl, fangs barred at his copy.