Another Perspective

BY : Poison Chamomile
Category: +M through R > Reboot
Dragon prints: 418
Disclaimer: Reboot and it's characters belong to Rainmaker Entrainment and Mainframe Studios. I am not making any profit off this work, it is written for my own entrainment value.

Rating: Teen

Warning: Contains swearing, one sided attraction

Pairings: one sided MBxB, one sided HxB, MBxD, AndxM, BxD,

Authors note: This chapter is a transitional piece between Sacrifice and My 2 Bob's. This is my first reboot piece written in years so please excuse any mistakes in characterization. Comments, reviews, kudos are welcome!


Chapter 1: Not Your Toy

Song source: Not Your Toy, La Roux


Love, love is like a stubborn youth


He peered into the illumination of the rippling portal. Chocolate eyes narrowed at the golden sphere in front of him. The pseudo guardian’s core-com thumped rapidly in his chest, his blue fingers flexed in tight fists. He tapped a black boot against the rocky surface of the asteroid, as he drowned out the strange dialogue from his new companion.  A sense of weariness swept over him while he recalled that eerie encounter with the cracked, fanged mask. He figured he should heed the mask as an omen, especially since it flaunted that familiar, infuriating smirk.


That you'd rather just annoy


Curiosity filled him over his dear sister’s fate, but without her interference his scheme was guaranteed to succeed. It was a gamble nonetheless. His mind raced with possibilities when he heard it, a faint voice echoed through the portal.

“Please don't go. Stay,” A soft, heart-rendering voice pleaded, “marry me.”

There it was, his opening. His eyes slid shut, a sigh escaped his blue lips.


              I'm walking on a broken roof


With a confident smirk, he marched through the portal with an air of familiarity. Crossing his arms, he thrust his hips to the side, his eyes reflected playful amusement

“Marry him?” The virus (in guardian clothing) announced. “I don’t think so!” He detested that saying but desired the effect All sprites immediately stared at him, breaking up that touching scene.


While I'm looking at the sky


They all gawked in astonishment; Phong his usual frail self. A pity, he was more tolerable as a head in that glass prison, he thought wickedly. Behind the old sprite stood the burly renegade, who held his beautiful lover against him. Both sprites had wide eyes and slightly parted lips.

Ah yes, the pretender and the game sprite. He inwardly winced as he remembered  the trident’s blow and the searing pain. They will suffer dearly for my humiliation and end file together, as young star-crossed lovers should. 

Beside him stood a young sprite in a navy guardian uniform. The boy? Another young pretender? Megabyte’s persona raised a silver brow at the boy, who gawked back with curious wide eyes.

The pseudo guardian noticed the hacker who posed flirtatiously and winked at his strange companion. Ah, the surfer must be a precious commodity of the hacker. That may prove useful later.


It's all false love and affection


Well, if it isn’t the lovely Dot Matrix. There was Dot, outfitted in her military format and kneeling on the step. She cradled the real guardian close, her hand on his silver chest.  Her gaze roamed from the pseudo guardian’s short, silver-mane down to his boots.

Poor, unfortunate Miss Matrix. You have yet to hide your true intentions, he thought slightly sympathetically.  Her violet eyes peered into bright hazel; they reflected: pain suffering, astonishment, loss, and weariness. That will be your undoing, my dear.


You don't like me you just want the attention


Megabyte’s new soft fingers tapped rapidly against his elbow. He peered down at her with tightly crossed arms, his foot tapped against the platform’s grey surface. He desired to show some animosity towards her; after every scheme, every annoyance, every battle tactic, every infuriating plan. He couldn’t, instead he uncrossed his arms and flashed her a soft, Bob-like smile.

“Hey Dot! How’s it hanging?” He greeted softly in his borrowed voice.


I'm not your toy


Dot’s ruby lips spread into a small smile. “We’re..ok.” She returned, pulling the flickering Bob closer against her chest. “Welcome home Bob?”


This isn't another girl meets boy


Finally, he glanced at the real guardian, whose own shocked, chocolate eyes peered back.His arch nemesis seemed weaker then what he remembered; degraded, weak, broken, fatigued.

Pathetic guardian. The virus’ chocolate eyes narrowed then immediately blinked back to wide and caring. 

“What… in the net?” Bob questioned while his drooping eyes struggled to remain open. His silver form became translucent and the flickering increased. His eyes slid shut, his head rolled sideways to rest on the’s shoulder.

“Bob!” Dot cried, “Stay online! Please!” She pleaded, slightly shaking his biceps.


Love, love I'm in a smoky light


Without thinking, the viral guardian sprang into action. He wrapped an arm around his nemesis shoulders and gently removed his enemy from Dot’s hold. “Allow me,” he flaunted that annoying, trademark smile. “Come on,” he urged a little sternly, “sit up guardian.”

The real guardian sighed and struggled to raise his head. Megabyte remained close as Bob sat up. He observed the quick rise and fall of the silver-plated chest and the skin translucency. Both chocolate eyes linked in that moment.


I can never find the truth


Don’t you dare delete on me. The pseudo guardian nodded at his counterpart. “Steady on,” Megabyte muttered as he prepared to transfer.  Bob nodded back, then arose. He slowly progressed forward. Not before I can bring about that deletion.


Boy, your touches leave me mystified


Megabyte’s borrowed hand clutched the silver armor, his curious fingers caressed a shoulder plate. He gazed at the guardian in his arms; silver scales that adorned his strong, blue face, soft lips slightly parted, expressive chocolate eyes, lovely chrome-hair that flowed to his shoulders. The guardian matured beautifully.


I wish I could believe in you


Both blue sprites slowly approached the stairs at the Principal Office’s platform, Dot hovered nearby. Bob rested his head on the pseudo guardian’s shoulder-armor, shaky feet landed on the first grey step. Megabyte noticed the burly, emerald sprite who paced over to the pair.

Oh, pitiful irony. The virus (in guardian clothing) resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The renegade’s wide eye reflected hesitation and weariness.  Must all Matrix’s share that same predictability? He cocked a silver brow and flashed a comforting smile to the renegade.

“Hey, a little help here?” Megabyte tilted his head towards the guardian in his arms.

The renegade’s features relaxed. “Oh right,” Matrix wrapped an arm around the silver guardian’s waist. “Bob, lean on me,” he reassured him.


Yes, it's all false love and affection


Megabyte observed as the real guardian nodded and leaned against the renegade’s large chest. Bob glanced up, his lips curled back in a weak smile.

“Thanks,” Bob muttered. Matrix nodded back.


You don't like me you just want the attention


The viral guardian ignored the compulsion to roll his eyes once again. He raised his silver brows, keeping a steady arm around Bob’s shoulders. “Yeah, thanks…uh...”

“Call me Matrix.” The renegade corrected, then quickly looked ahead.


I'm not your toy


“Right... Matrix. Nice to meet you.” Megabyte averted his eyes and glanced over his shoulder. He noticed tired, violet eyes adorned with dark circles. He flashed Dot a flirty wink and smile. The battle weary returned a small smile. Bothersome Matrix’s.


This isn't another girl meets boy


Both sprites slowly escorted the guardian up the white stairs past their audience. He spared the gateway command a passing glance. So, that is how Hexadecimal discovered me. A weary sigh seeped from his lips and he shook his head- breaking character. You’ve infected the net, dear sister. It must have been magnificent.


I'm not your toy


“So...” Megabyte trailed off, interrupting that line of thought. “Looks like I missed some high-density action.” He remarked, making sure to add that annoying jovial tone.

There were nervous chuckles from the sprites beside him. “You could say that.” Came a tired, weary response from the real guardian. Bob’s lips curled up in a small, sorrowful smile. “Completely random.”

“Random,” the viral guardian parroted.

The sprites continued in silence, the sounds of their footsteps echoed off the barren halls. They arrived at the white door with a red cross on it. Matrix nudged it open with a shoulder and slowly guided the blue sprites inside. Megabyte gently transfered the fading guardian to a hospital bed with an IV drip. Both he and the renegade laid Bob supine while the doctor examined the patient.

“He’s losing energy, we’ll need to give him a transfusion.” The binome stated, clearly looking at the other Bob.

Megabyte narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. “I don’t think so,” he refused calmly. He raised his persona’s eyebrows in concern. “My code hasn’t been scanned yet.”

The medic nodded in understanding. Inwardly, Megabyte sighed in relief. Matrix sat down in the chair by the hospital bed. He revealed a muscular, inner forearm, ready for injection.

“He can have my energy,” Matrix peered down at the sickly guardian and slightly grinned. “You saved AndrAIA, I'll return the favour.” The real Bob smiled back in appreciation.

Their connection is going to be problematic. Megabyte’s persona raised a silver brow, his eyes still widened in concern.  He noticed Bob study him. The real guardian flinched when the medic injected the IV into his hand.

“Who…are …you?” Bob inquired, voice full of fatigue.

The viral guardian averted his eyes to the ground and scratched the back of his head. Megabyte glanced up, his eyes narrowed. “I’m you.

“That’s impossible,” Bob protested. The renegade glared at the other Bob, his shoulders tensed up.


This isn't another girl meets boy


Megabyte blinked and leaned over the bed. He laid a hand on the guardian's shoulder, his fingers squeezed lightly. "Hey, take it easy." He whispered, eyes wide with concern. "We'll catch up at the diner." Both pairs of chocolate eyes meet in silent agreement. "Stay frosty."

The real Bob smirked. “Can’t believe I use to say that,” he muttered, his eyes slid closed.


It's all false love and affection


Indeed, guardian. Megabyte observed the guardian’s skin returning to a healthier complexion. The rise and fall of the silver-plated chest ceased its erratic rhythm. “I should go.” He stated softly to both the doctor and the renegade. “I’ll go, go check on the others.” He suggested, averting his eyes to the exit.


You don't like me you just want the attention


Matrix’s facial features softened, his shoulders relaxed. “Thanks.”

The pseudo guardian nodded then turned to exit the infirmary. “Hey Bob?” He glanced back over his shoulder. “Welcome back.”

Poor fool. Megabyte’s lips curled up in a reassuring smile. “Just doing my job, Matrix.” He remarked and strode through the white doors. He sighed in relief and closed his eyes.  Just as doors closed behind him, he noticed Dot. She stood against the wall outside, her eyes downcast and arms crossed tightly.


I'm not your toy


“Oh Dot.” The pseudo guardian glanced up and immediately composed himself.  

“How’s he doing?” she asked, her eyes wide with worry.

“He’s fine,” Megabyte reassured, “just low on energy. That guy…uh Matrix is with him.” Inwardly, he praised his newly acquired acting skills. “Where are the others?” he asked, he scratched the back of his head.


This isn't another girl meets boy


Dot uncrossed her arms and placed them on her hip. “Mouse and Phong are scanning the system for malfunctions, Ray is patrolling it.” She gazed into the guardian’s eyes. “AndrAIA, and... Enzo,” she hesitated, “are back at the diner.”

“Malfunctions? That sounds bad!” Megabyte exclaimed, he once again congratulated himself on his newly acquired acting skills.


I'm not your toy


“Very bad,” The weary pinched the bridge of her nose. “It’s been an eventful few seconds.” She took a few shaky steps before him.

“I noticed,” Pseudo Bob muttered and glared down at the ground with crossed arms. “I missed out on so much.”  A green hand clutched his forearm. Dot inched closer, her face micro bits from his.

“But you came back,” she reassured him. “You saved Glitch... Bob and you’re here. That’s all that matters now.” Dot’s fingers squeezed his forearm.

Glitch-Bob? Slowly Megabyte inched closer; both sprites stared transfixed, lost in the other’s gazes. Perhaps, things will run more smoothly then I anticipated.


This isn't another girl meets boy


Quickly, Dot turned away and stepped back.  She flashed the young guardian an apologetic smile. “Care to escort me to my office, guardian?”  

“Certainly, ma’am.” Megabyte placed his hands on his hip and puffed out his chest. He returned a playful Bob-like smirk. How ridiculous. “Anything to help a citizen,” he purred.

“Good,” The spun on her heel, “I’ll fill you in along the way.” She glanced over her shoulder.

The viral guardian chuckled and strode beside Dot.

And so, the charade begins.


I'm not your toy


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