Janette Morgan FF

Janette Morgan FF

Bob watched the flames burn merrily away. He smirked slightly, yes, nothing made him feel better than to watch something burn. He watched as the navis ran about, bits of data coming off. It wasn’t very satisfying, they didn’t explode like robots did, but screams were screams no matter who they were from. Bob’s moment of basking in his flames were interrupted by someone yelling at him.

“As an official netbattler, I’ll give you one warning, stop that right now!” Bob turned to see who was yelling at him, some red navi with long gray hair.

“What do you want, old woman?” This quite ticked off the navi, Bob knew he wasn’t an old woman but he liked to irk people and that navi was practically asking for that comment with long hair like that.

“How dare you! Don’t you have any idea who I am?!”

“Not the faintest and I don’t really care. I’ll do the same to you as every other navi I’ve run into since coming to this God forsaken place. But since you think I should know, why not tell me right before I incinerate you?” Bob formed a massive fire ball and prepared to throw it at this new nuisance.

“I’m Blues.EXE, and if you think I’m on the same level as these other navis, you have another thing coming.” Blues was about to prepare for a battle when Bob suddenly let the fireball fade and his arm dropped.

“Wait… you’re Blues?”

“Yeah… that’s what I just said. So you have heard of me and are scared, eh?” Bob wasn’t paying any attention at this point. He was too busy following a train of logic that went a little like this: Blues is the Japanese name for Protoman. Bob is a Protoman recolor. The navi in front of him was Protoman, so it stood to reason that Bob was a dark gray version of that navi. That navi had long, girly hair. Bob quickly felt behind himself for a mass that had been weighing against his back. He had simply assumed it was a scarf; Protoman wore a scarf in the other comic, a scarf he had a black version of. Bob had just assumed that the navi version of Protoman, and therefore himself, had a scarf as well. What Bob pulled from behind himself was not a scarf at all, but long strands of orange colored hair.

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Blues was a bit confused, the strange navi had suddenly just stopped and was staring at his hair. This was very strange indeed, it was almost as if the navi hadn’t realized he had hair at all. What’s more, Blues was starting to realize just how much the navi looked like him. He had just resolved to sort all that out after giving the guy a sound beating when the cyber world around them literally exploded.