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The last thing he remembered before offlining was several tons of concrete and steel collapsing atop his head. He hadn't even had time to find Treble.
He had been on his way down to Wily's lab; the old man had screamed for him to "hurry up and get your worthless body down here" for whatever reason. It seemed like Bass was Wily's agony aunt at times, what with Wily constantly bitching and moaning about his failures or praising himself. Bass never really said much, much less anything complimentary, but that was fine; Wily just wanted an audience. That stupid old bastard.
He'd been shuffling his way through the hallways, shoving Robot Masters as he came across them, when suddenly there was an explosion so loud it scrambled his auditory sensors and sent him staggering into a wall. From there, the lights winked out without so much as a flicker. Immediate power failure.
Bass's night vision had come online just in time for him to look up and see the ceiling rushing toward his face.
And then...it was dark. And he was glitching or something because he couldn't figure out what time it was. He was damaged; he knew that much. He was very damaged. As systems slowly booted up he tried to move, but to no avail. His night vision was offline, but just by wiggling his fingers Bass could tell he was pinned down and entombed. Trapped.
Buried alive.
...Fuck.
He had been on his way down to Wily's lab; the old man had screamed for him to "hurry up and get your worthless body down here" for whatever reason. It seemed like Bass was Wily's agony aunt at times, what with Wily constantly bitching and moaning about his failures or praising himself. Bass never really said much, much less anything complimentary, but that was fine; Wily just wanted an audience. That stupid old bastard.
He'd been shuffling his way through the hallways, shoving Robot Masters as he came across them, when suddenly there was an explosion so loud it scrambled his auditory sensors and sent him staggering into a wall. From there, the lights winked out without so much as a flicker. Immediate power failure.
Bass's night vision had come online just in time for him to look up and see the ceiling rushing toward his face.
And then...it was dark. And he was glitching or something because he couldn't figure out what time it was. He was damaged; he knew that much. He was very damaged. As systems slowly booted up he tried to move, but to no avail. His night vision was offline, but just by wiggling his fingers Bass could tell he was pinned down and entombed. Trapped.
Buried alive.
...Fuck.