I had woken up in the dead of night, lying on one of the many lab tables in Dr. Wily's lab, as though a flash of something had flickered through my mind like a precious flash of time. Time that I would never get back again. I remember the dream I had woken up from; it's the same dream I've had for years, ever since my defeat at the hands of Mega Man. I'm staring down the barrel of the Mega Buster, my eyes pinned, my body locked in place as though the Time Stopper were stopping me instead, pleading for my life. Mercy comes in the form of a plasma shot, a gentle blow compared to the blades that the boy in blue used to rip me limb from limb.
I sat up slowly, glancing around the room. There was no one there, even though I swore it felt like someone had just been here. Everything looked the same as it always did. That was, except for a small clock that rested next to me. It was a blue rimmed clock with a clear cover. The hands of the clock were glittering gold--the kind of glitter that reminds me of the sparkles of the Time Stopper--and had intricate engravings that almost resembled circuitry. The ends of the hands appeared to be either jade or emerald, resembling eyes.
Me. Everything reminded me of myself, and it made me nervous. I stared at my reflection in the covering of the clock; my face was as flat as this clock, and rimmed in the same shade of blue. The hands seemed to be in the position of my eyes, even on the clock. I was terrified of this clock, and yet, strangely I couldn't let it go. Much like that desperate fight against Mega Man, I couldn't let go of the clock.
My green ocular units scanned the clock as though to try to ascertain the origins. I was sure Dr. Wily hadn't made this clock. Something about it seemed different from anything that my creator would have ever made. I had almost given up until I turned the clock over in my hands. Attached to the back was a white card. "To Wily Number 014, Flashman." I tensed up, my body seeming frozen like a helpless victim of the Time Stopper. There was no indication of who had sent this to me. Normally, skepticism would have taken over, but curiosity had gotten the best of me.
I opened the card, reading closely. "If you are reading this, Mr. Flashman, it means that you have received a Wheel of Time meant for you and only you. This Wheel of Time may only be used once, to turn back time to an eight minute span. It is your choice as to what date, what time, and what moment you re-live. You may attempt to change the past; however, be warned that this may have an impact on your future. Good Luck."
I turned the clock back over in my hands, peering into its depths. Any time, any day, any moment in my life? Like the clock that I couldn't let go, my mind went back to that fight. Maybe I could do things differently. Maybe instead of fighting with fear and desperation, I would try to go in with confidence. I would go in and lay an offer on him that I thought he couldn't refuse.
I took a glance at the hands of the clock; there were more hands than I had noticed. The longest hand was a year hand, and then a month hand, a day hand, an hour hand, a minute hand, and a tiny second hand. Carefully, I moved the card to access the gears of the clock. I turned back five years, the lab blurring itself around me into speedy motions of Dr. Wily moving in and out, building and rebuilding several robots. My clockwork clicked with excitement; it was working! I turned the month hand back to April. Visions in the lab became slower but blurred; everything was the motion of Dr. Wily rebuilding my brothers and I for the final fight, or working on a machine that I knew nothing of the function of. It was amazing! I turned back the day hand to the fourteenth--the day that I fought the little boy in blue. The scenery blurred around me until I realized where I was now: I was in the den of my domain, which Dr. Wily had housed me in so I could fight Mega Man. I turned the hour hand to the hour of the fight: nine at night. I did the same with the exact minute of the fight. It was nine thirty-three at night. All that was left was to click the second hand in to place. With a shaky motion I stepped the time back exactly twenty-three seconds. Now the stage was set.
The gated door clicked open and I glanced to him with confidence, my green eyes growing stern. I wasn't going to lose. Not this time. Small blue feet finally slammed to the slippery tile floor of my private room for two. Yes. It was time.
"I have a proposition for you, Mega Man. Join my side, and you'll be the greatest robot in history. You'll be my friend, and more. You'll have power beyond your wildest dreams. And all you have to do is join my side." I smirked. This should be like taking candy from a human infant.
Blue armor suddenly flickered to a copper tone. I knew that color of armor anywhere. Mega Man's armor had changed that color when he changed weapons to use the Metal Blade. No. I wouldn't let that happen! With a swift motion, I pressed the chronometer button on the arm cannon that housed my Time Stopper. Around me, the flashing of the tiles of my den stopped, as did the motion of Mega Man. I gave a smirk, firing off several rounds at the punk child who dared to challenge me.
He winced harshly, causing me to yelp and lose focus, dashing to him.
I hadn't realized my mistake until the first saw blade ripped through my right arm, cutting off my arm cannon completely. I gritted my steel teeth and swung a kick at him to make sure he couldn't grab my weapon off the ground. With haste, I snatched it up, pressing the chronometer button once more.
Everything froze around me again, and I slowly ambled toward Mega Man, stomping on his chest. "Hey, Mega Man. Join my side." I ground my foot into his chest. "You know you're going to be mine forever, as long as I keep stopping time anyways."
Angry blue eyes glared up at me. A Metal Blade sailed toward my face; at the last moment I pressed the chronometer button once more. My next order of business was to slip my finger in the hole of the saw blade and sling it back down toward Mega Man. He screamed out, gritting his teeth. He expected mercy from me? No. No more mercy. Time resumed once more, and he grabbed my ankle, wrenching it to throw me down.
"No!" He growled. "I'm not joining you."
I narrowed my eyes, pressing the button once more. I'd extend this eight minutes for all it was worth if I could.
"Mega Man. Join my side. It is imperative that you do. Otherwise, I will just keep attacking you, as long as it takes to defeat you." I frowned. "And I'd really hate to hurt someone I admire so much. A vision of strength and perfection."
I could hear something ticking within my head. One more minute, it told me. One more minute and this would be over. Time had resumed without me noticing. Mega Man fired a Metal Blade at my chest, shattering several of the gears that made up my clockwork heart. One last moment together.
With a sad smile, I glanced to him. "Finish me off. I accept this as my fate, the destiny of a dying machine."
"I'm sorry. I must do this." He murmured, firing a Metal Blade into my chest once more.
I fell backward with a smile, my ocular units fading to black. Scenery and moments of my life flashed around me and I found myself back in Dr. Wily's lab, lying atop the same table I'd been resting on before I had turned back the wheel of time. It was as though nothing had changed, as far as my history. However, I knew different. One thing had changed. This time I was finally able to let go of that moment, and time was no longer stopped at that moment for me. I could accept my defeat now. However, I finally realized one thing. No matter what, it ends the same. I know now, there's no turning back.