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The sky was dark like charcoal, layered by smog and air pollution to block out any rays of sunlight. Dirt, grime, and oily sludge littered the streets, as shadowy figures lurked in every dark corner and grumbled as they past him. In contrast, he stuck out like a sore thumb with his brightly colored clothes.

Virtualboy2558 shivered as some of them glared at him with blank lifeless eyes. This wasn't what he had hoped for when he found civilization... but what haunted him even more was that there were no children around. Even though this detail seemed irrelevant to most people when going out in pubic... to Virtual, the population severely lacked any trace of youth in his optic sensors.

He thought... where could they have all gone? Are they at school? At home? Is it a weekend or holiday? He couldn't fathom the reason... but it somehow sent chills up his circuits...

A grim man driving down the road in his car honked at him and yelled to move out of the way. Startled, he quickly did so before the driver ran him down... his instinct processing units told him he would be likely to do so if he didn't follow the command. He then ran off into a less crowded street, though darker than the last... there didn't seem to be any streetlights at all. Only the illumination of rocket ignition from the cars, burning trashcans, and building signs barely helped make the surroundings below visible.

The more Virtual kept walking down the alley, the more frightened he became as he witnessed the 'activities' that were taking place. A gang of thugs were bashing what looked like a box full of computer chips and motherboards with baseball bats. Down even further, a salesman was selling rusted robot parts and was begining to eye him with a malicious grin. And a homeless person was trying to keep warm by throwing old game cartridges into a flaming bin for fuel. He cracked an unnatural cackle... mainly because part of his face had a big chunk missing, exposing wires and metallic bars to where his cheeks would be.

The cyborg hobo suddenly took a lunge for him. But Virtual sidestepped out of the way of his gnarly arms, with a look of terror written in his eyes. His attacker went and lunged again, more unstable this time. He didn't know why or what he was trying to do, but he didn't wanted to wait to find out... so he ran as far as he could from all the dark figures looming over him.

He didn't know how long he sprinted for... it could have been 10 minutes or even hours. He couldn't tell out anything from this city. It all looked the same: black, gritty, and unwelcoming.

As he sagged down on a brick wall to relax, he looked to make sure that there was nothing nearby that could harm him. The alley he was in was completely deserted. He sat down and brought his legs to his chest, hugging them for support. He had one thing on his mind while in his quiet chilly moment of isolation...

"I had enough of this... I w-want to go home..."

This deviation is more darker than what I usually submit, but it's part of my character's origin story.

In the distant future, there was a company that produced robots for many different jobs (much like the Megaman world)... and Virtualboy2558, or simply Virtual as he's came to be known, was created to be a video game partner compatible with literally almost every video game on the market. The '2558' in his name, if you're wondering, is his registration number... meaning he's the 2558th of his model.

Then one day... just before he was manufactured and sold, the company and the hometown that it was in was burned down by a savage war. Many innocents were killed or injured, and many more robots were utterly destroyed. Virtualboy2558 was seemingly the only survivor after climbing out of the rubble...

Poor Virtual went and trodded to look for any sign of life... but the after effects of the war left pretty much everything into ruins. His world was shattered, once had hopes that he'd be given to a happy family... and so, working beyond his normal sequence of programming, he travelled into the unknown world. He eventually found a city teeming with life eventually, which is where this picture comes in. Guess he chose the wrong place to find civilization. XDDD

I'm still not complete with my bio of Virtual... but what I do know is that he gets beaten up to the point of deactivation, and seemingly gets left for dead... until 's character, M.E.R.255, finds and repairs him back in working order. And after that, they go on dimensional adventures with each other. Heehee... he's my guardian angel!

Play this music in the following link to set the scene for the story above : [link] (I pick this since Mother's original version of "Factory" was more techno and creepy than Earthbound's. I also have cameos of KAOS from Donkey Kong Country 3/Donkey Kong Land 3 and the Octobot from Earthbound. )

Description
The sky was dark like charcoal, layered by smog and air pollution to block out any rays of sunlight. Dirt, grime, and oily sludge littered the streets, as shadowy figures lurked in every dark corner and grumbled as they past him. In contrast, he stuck out like a sore thumb with his brightly colored clothes.

Virtualboy2558 shivered as some of them glared at him with blank lifeless eyes. This wasn't what he had hoped for when he found civilization... but what haunted him even more was that there were no children around. Even though this detail seemed irrelevant to most people when going out in pubic... to Virtual, the population severely lacked any trace of youth in his optic sensors.

He thought... where could they have all gone? Are they at school? At home? Is it a weekend or holiday? He couldn't fathom the reason... but it somehow sent chills up his circuits...

A grim man driving down the road in his car honked at him and yelled to move out of the way. Startled, he quickly did so before the driver ran him down... his instinct processing units told him he would be likely to do so if he didn't follow the command. He then ran off into a less crowded street, though darker than the last... there didn't seem to be any streetlights at all. Only the illumination of rocket ignition from the cars, burning trashcans, and building signs barely helped make the surroundings below visible.

The more Virtual kept walking down the alley, the more frightened he became as he witnessed the 'activities' that were taking place. A gang of thugs were bashing what looked like a box full of computer chips and motherboards with baseball bats. Down even further, a salesman was selling rusted robot parts and was begining to eye him with a malicious grin. And a homeless person was trying to keep warm by throwing old game cartridges into a flaming bin for fuel. He cracked an unnatural cackle... mainly because part of his face had a big chunk missing, exposing wires and metallic bars to where his cheeks would be.

The cyborg hobo suddenly took a lunge for him. But Virtual sidestepped out of the way of his gnarly arms, with a look of terror written in his eyes. His attacker went and lunged again, more unstable this time. He didn't know why or what he was trying to do, but he didn't wanted to wait to find out... so he ran as far as he could from all the dark figures looming over him.

He didn't know how long he sprinted for... it could have been 10 minutes or even hours. He couldn't tell out anything from this city. It all looked the same: black, gritty, and unwelcoming.

As he sagged down on a brick wall to relax, he looked to make sure that there was nothing nearby that could harm him. The alley he was in was completely deserted. He sat down and brought his legs to his chest, hugging them for support. He had one thing on his mind while in his quiet chilly moment of isolation...

"I had enough of this... I w-want to go home..."

This deviation is more darker than what I usually submit, but it's part of my character's origin story.

In the distant future, there was a company that produced robots for many different jobs (much like the Megaman world)... and Virtualboy2558, or simply Virtual as he's came to be known, was created to be a video game partner compatible with literally almost every video game on the market. The '2558' in his name, if you're wondering, is his registration number... meaning he's the 2558th of his model.

Then one day... just before he was manufactured and sold, the company and the hometown that it was in was burned down by a savage war. Many innocents were killed or injured, and many more robots were utterly destroyed. Virtualboy2558 was seemingly the only survivor after climbing out of the rubble...

Poor Virtual went and trodded to look for any sign of life... but the after effects of the war left pretty much everything into ruins. His world was shattered, once had hopes that he'd be given to a happy family... and so, working beyond his normal sequence of programming, he travelled into the unknown world. He eventually found a city teeming with life eventually, which is where this picture comes in. Guess he chose the wrong place to find civilization. XDDD

I'm still not complete with my bio of Virtual... but what I do know is that he gets beaten up to the point of deactivation, and seemingly gets left for dead... until 's character, M.E.R.255, finds and repairs him back in working order. And after that, they go on dimensional adventures with each other. Heehee... he's my guardian angel!

Play this music in the following link to set the scene for the story above : [link] (I pick this since Mother's original version of "Factory" was more techno and creepy than Earthbound's. I also have cameos of KAOS from Donkey Kong Country 3/Donkey Kong Land 3 and the Octobot from Earthbound. )