"Glitch. You're late."

Footsteps answered him.

"You knew I was like this."

The sound of a man driven was the reply.

"Would you like to know why I did it?"

Glitch didn't raise his eyes, couldn't bring himself to look at the man he thought might be a friend. Glitch refused to look at this monster.

"I don't care why you did it. Not matter the reason, you have to die now."

Bill raised his hand coyly to his mouth as he fluttered to the ground, sword in hand,

"Angry are we? I don't know why. I didn't hurt _you_"

Glitch continued on at the slow but deliberate pace. He activated his beam sabre.

"You'll bleed for what you've done. Sp... I'm gonna kill you."

Bill was on the ground now. For the fight, so he could use his new toys, Bill had taken off his armor. The visor he always wore, however, was still on his face.

"Look at me, Glitch. Look at what I've done, what I've taken from her."

A nasty grin appeared on Bill's face,

"See the fruits of my love for Ambrosia."

That was it.

"You sick fuck! GO TO HELL!"

Glitch was on Bill in a second, punch and lashing out in a blind rage. Bill, with his seemingly infinite supply of calm, easily dodged most blows.

"I had such a thing for her, you know? It was short lived, before I learned what an abomination she was. If someone like her couldn't love me, then they had to bleed. And repent."

"Don't say bad things about Spam!!!"

Even without any rhyme or reason to his flurry of attacks, Glitch was getting closer and closer to the target. Bill compensated, however, by fluidly dodging and blocking the attacks. No lucky shot was going to bring him down.

Glitch wasn't thinking straight. His brain was screaming at him to fall back and come up with a strategy, but his fevered emotions told him to get Bill quickly and painfully. In a lazy compromise, Glitch slashed low, at Bills legs. In slow motion, Glitch saw Bill begin to jump the attack, but could do nothing to stop himself. Bill cleared the blade and Launched his knee up, catching Glitch squarely on under the chin. Glitch's teeth crunched together and his head snapped back. He blow threw Glitch five feet away from where he had been. Bill landed smoothly on the ground, the whole event only taking seconds.

"You expect to deliver revenge like that? How pitiful. You're not even worth the effort to kill."

Glitch coughed and spit out blood that had accumulated in his mouth.

"Maybe I should fight the girl. I'm sure she'd be fun."

Glitch growled but did nothing, still reeling from the blow. But, out of his frenzy, he was reading the situation properly,. and looking for solutions to the problem at hand.

"Glitch," Bill began, "Me and you are not all that different."

He spread his arms as if he was encompassing the entire planet,

"We're both pretty fucked up in the mind. All BioSuits are, really. But I know I'm crazy. You... your the dangerous one."

"What are you talking about?"

Glitch didn't care what Bill had to say, but he was stalling, trying to force his virus system to activate.

"You see things that aren't there. Need more?"

Glitch narrowed his eyes, that had gotten his attention.

"What do you mean."

"Too late. Times up."

"Huh? Ahrg!"

Bill's rapid mood swing had caught Glitch off guard, and because of it, Bill now had his claw to Glitch's throat.

"Now the fight begins. Get a load of this."

Bill dropped his sword and brought his left hand to his face, to his visor. With all his strength, he pulled. The bolts on each side moaned and then shattered.

The destroyed eye ware fell discarded to the ground.

"Look. Look into the face of death."

A scream rose to Glitch's throat, but would not emerge. Through shear, absolute terror, his Virus System activated.

And Bill smiled.

Black eyes. Black as space. Black as Lucifer's wings.

With pure white pupils.

They were unnatural, completely against anything that should be. His eyes, just his eyes, were like fear incarnate.

Glitch felt as though his entire body was growing. It felt like mud was flowing through his veins to every part of his body. The purple lines on his hand appeared, and he could feel the slick wetness fall from his eyes. Too thick to be tears, he was crying blood.

Spikes, metal spikes of every shape and length were growing out at seemingly random angles and random points. Three from each knee, one long spike for each vertebrae under his neck, and a dozen more from various other areas.

New strength from the painful transformation allowed Glitch to break free of the smaller man's grasp. With a shudder, all the skin on Glitch's right arm seemed to drain into the emerging metal tube, much like the prosthetic he had for a left arm. The claw for this viral arm, though, was larger, with four pincers.

All of the larger growths began to glow, and a red warning that flashed "virus" appeared on top of them.

Bill smirked,

"See? Now we can have some _real_ fun..."

Both of Glitch's prosthetics flew at Bill. With a grace that would be impossible for any human, he had jumped the first and, in mid flip, deflected the other with his blade.

Glitch pressed the small opportunity he saw and rushed Bill before he had even landed or Glitch himself had retracted the prosthetics. Before he could arrive, Bill saw the attack and prepared for it. With a mighty flap of his wings, he propelled himself back and out of danger. With out missing a beat, Glitch threw out his prosthetics again, this time the smaller of the two reaching it's target and clipping Bill's left wing. An explosion of bone, feather and blood awarded Glitch's hit, as did Bill's short fall the ground.

"Ow!" Bill barked with the impact, "You know these are Ambrosia's wings, don't you?! You can't hurt Ambrosia!"

Glitch raised his arms in a mockery of what Bill had done earlier, retracting his prosthetics.

His face remained passive.

"They use your blood. They're diseased. I'm the cure"

Extending his left arm, he grabbed his beam sabre, and attached it to the claw.

Bill spit some of the blood which had accumulated in his mouth.

I can't lose yet! Cried Bill inside his head, It's too soon for this to be over. I have to... take control... of the situation...

"Clever lines won't get you out of this."

Throwing his weight into a spin, Bill flung himself to his feet and simultaneously sent his claw flying at Glitch. Glitch knocked the incoming attack away with one of his own claws and rushed Bill. Sword high, Glitch swung at the red winged foe. Bill's own sword was up and ready to defend instantly, putting him with a distinct advantage. Hardily smashing Glitch's attack aside, he used his left wing to upend and toss the long haired warrior across the battle field.

Glitch landed with a loud thumping noise almost 30 feet from where he had started.

Glitch hadn't even gotten a chance to react by the time B07N had gotten up to him, his short sprint having brought him almost face to face to Glitch. Glitch attempted to slow the smaller man's journey with his prosthetic, but Bill simply jumped the extended limb. Lunging for the wayward claw instead of Glitch, he caught the man off guard. He grinned savagely.

He had done it.

Both hands on the hilt, Bill made a forceful upward slash, severing Glitch's claw from his arm in one forceful move.

Glitch watched the scene rather disconnectedly. He watched as the blade passed almost effortlessly through his arm. He watched as sparks flew in a burst from the new wound, and then he watched as the blood began to spray out.

He simply stood there for a few seconds, before the pain caught up with him. The virus system had mercifully kept it at bay for a few moments, but it could not hold it all back.

"Ah... AHHHARRRGGH!"

His damaged prosthetic looked like it was having a seizure, twitching and whipping about by it's own accord.

Glitch clenched his eyes, which were already stinging with tears of pain, along with the bloody leakings from the virus system.

Bill swung his sword again, and caught Glitch in the head with the flat side of his sword. Glitch fell bodily to the ground.

Glitch tried to get up, to clear the fog from his head, but Bill had other plans. He stabbed his sword into Glitch's left shoulder, severing the nerves which had, just a moment ago, sent waves of almost tangible pain through Glitch's body. At the same time, the sword pinned Glitch to the ground, preventing movement.

"You are at my mercy. How does it feel? How does it feel to lose?" Said Bill slowly.

He got no reply to the almost rhetorical question, not that he was expecting one. Glitch should still be reeling from both the pain in his arm, then the pain in his shoulder, as well as the pain in his head.

That pain turned out to be a blessing. The sharpness of the agony he felt cut through the effects of Bill's blow to Glitch's head. He resisted the overwhelming urge to shake his head, for fear of the added injury it might cause, and it would alert Bill to his state of well being... or lack thereof.

Bill began to twist the blade, and it was all Glitch could do not to scream, not to reach up with his claw and remove the weapon from it's place in his shoulder. None of these options were of any particular use to Glitch, on the ground and at Bill's feet.

"He never wanted you."

Glitch looked bleary eyed into the man's face.

"Is that so."

Bill cracked a smile, "Yes. You are a mistake. A Glitch. You were never meant to be. No one wished you into existence. You appeared without anyone's consent. Did you know... that Mr. Gates wanted to have you wiped from the system? He knew, before anyone else, that you were the disease. If only they had listened, then he wouldn't have hated me!"

Bill's eyes burned with intensity.

While Bill had been speaking, Glitch had rerouted the nerve signals away from his brain. Being a biosuit had some small advantages. Too bad he couldn't turn the pain off all together...

"Are you finished?"

The claws on Glitch's viral prosthetic were all pointing forward.

"You think I don't know I wasn't meant to be? I've long since came to terms with that. It was never a problem for me. I was unique. I wasn't a doll like you were. Like you are."

"I AM NOT A DOLL!" Bill bellowed. He brought his claw up to punch Glitch. Right now, he'd forgotten that he wanted to drag out Glitch's suffering. All he wanted at that moment was to splatter Glitch's brains all over the cement.

"Predictable"

Glitch rolled out from under Bill's attack, tearing the Sword from his flesh. The claw imbedding itself in the ground. Glitch didn't have time to feel the pain from the action; doing so would mean his death. He searched through his options. He felt a great desire to knock Bill over, and make a run for his Beam Sabre.

That would have meant death too. Bill's prosthetic would reach Glitch way before he would get a chance to get anywhere near his Sabre. So, Glitch took the next best option.

"See you in hell, Bill!"

Both of Glitch's prosthetics, damaged and not, tore towards Bill. Bill had spun to face Glitch when the man had yelled, and had no protection from the assault. The damaged arm missed by almost a foot, but the Viral claw hit Bill dead in the belly.

The claw continued on, propelling Bill along with it. Only when the Prosthetic reached the end of it's length was Bill freed from it, the inertia from the hit sending him meters backward. Glitch tried to rush Bill, to do what Bill had done and pin him down. He needed to.

Unfortunately, Bill had distinct advantages over Glitch, even in his Virus state. When Bill had rushed pinned Glitch, he was down an arm. Not only did Bill have both of his arms still, he also had his wings.

The wings...

"Oh shit, how did I forget the wings?!"

Glitch ran right under Bill as he took to the air. Bill was looking down at his foe with a toothy smile.

And that was that. He knew he had won at that point. The look of shear incredibility on Glitch's face proved that.

Sure, he knew he had won.

Now he going to guaranty victory.

Glitch realized it was out of his hands now. He knew he was overmatched. With wave after wave of self hate and fear washing over him, he struggled to comprehend how HE, the inferior model could hope to best his better equipped and better motivated rival. Glitch realized that in Bill's mad grasp for appreciation and attention, the man was going about it in the most emotionless way possible. At least for the important parts, anyway.

That had given Bill a metal advantage over Glitch in addition to his various physical ones. Bill viewed his rivalry with Glitch as the justification to fight. He wasn't fueled by purely hate or anger, just a sense that he needed to beat Glitch.

Glitch, on the other hand, had gone into this fight for blood, fueled purely on emotion which, as powerful a motive it is, is one of the least renewable resources available. Almost before the fight started Glitch could feel his resolve crawling away, the sharp pain of the injustice Bill had done to Spa- Ambrosia - already fading to a dull ache. And without that tiny bit of an advantage that fury could grant him in battle, Glitch had precisely zero chances of winning.

Even if everything had been matched on the physical playing field, Bill still had him beat in the mental game.

So it was with a sad laden heart that Glitch watched Bill begin to transform. He knew from his opponent's confidant smirk's almost imperceptible change to a grimace that Bill's revenge, a viral rage held back for a decade while he waited for the perfect moment to strike it's killing blow.

The irony of the situation was not lost on Glitch. Bill had almost lost his life to Glitch's Virus System nearly 10 years ago, and now the same would happen to Glitch, although he had no doubts in his mind that Bill would finish the job and rid himself of the black mark on his record.

"A black mark?"

Glitch lost focus of his surroundings. Was he only a Black Mark? A stain on Bill's soon to be impeccable record? Bill had brought a superior model to it's knees, and was about to tear apart the only thing between him and absolute superiority.

But if he was only a black mark... that meant Bill's quest for perfection would never be complete.

A small, confident smirk appeared, on Glitch's face this time. He raised his eyes to Bill, ignoring the ripples of flesh across the smaller man's bones as viral spikes and suspicious wires that snaked around bill's body grew. He looked past the looming wings and the blood that started to pour forth from Bill's discolored and unsettling eyes. The purple haired man, with one claw, one broken metal prosthetic, and several jagged spikes sticking every which way, simply looked at his rival, his brother in creation, with the smirk that brother had given him so many times before.

"She didn't love you. And she never will. In doing that, she's made you less then you ever hoped to be. With that simple denial of your will, she's made sure that you've lost."

Bill did something unexpected.

He laughed.

It was a mean laugh, which turned quickly to an uncontrollable laugh, the kind you wanted to keep in, because it wasn't appropriate, but it spilled forth anyway. Bill laughed so hard he clutched his sides, all the while his viral growths increasing in size and fierceness.

Then, he screamed.

"YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT?? BUT WHEN SHE'S DEAD, IT WONT MATTER!"

The tiny wires, which Glitch _had_ thought were fairly ominous, plunged into him. they made their way through his body, searching for nerve bundles which were particularly adept at relaying pain. Whether this was by design or simply by Bill's cruel intents, Glitch didn't really care to know. He was, quiet frankly, in too much pain to think of anything at that particular moment.

Bill looked down at the fallen man, wires currently not in use waving in a simotaniously humorous and fear inducing way through the air, almost like dozens of tiny tails. Then, they too, plunged forth to find their prey, piercing Glitch's skin and running none to pleasantly through the grounded man's body.

If he hadn't taken the moment to gloat, he might have survived. Bill might have noticed the shadows creeping overhead.

"After you're obviously misinformed triad about your, ahem, "metroid-y" friend, I did some research. Found some interesting things."

Glitch wasn't paying attention, barely even hearing the man standing over him.

"I looked through archives of this "multiverse" of yours... Interesting stuff, really."

Glitch had again rerouted the pain signatures away from his brain.

"Wait? How'd you find it?"

Bill smiled for what must have been the dozenth time that night.

"Followed your trail. Being the bloated mass of AI you are, it was simple to see your trail across the internet. I know all about your supposed encounter with all these imaginary people... your crazier then I am!"

"They're real! I've lived among them!"

"Delusional... As real as they may seem in their little corner of reality, if they were to come here they'd be no more real then your other little quirk."

"If they're not real, then what about UltraTroid?!"

Bill barked a laugh,

"And there lies the core of the matter! You were sooo desperate for a friend, you came up with one that would be convenient for you. One nobody could see. One that was all in your head... but something happened. If you were just hearing voices, it would be fine, because you would at least know it wasn't something you should talk about. But what if, oh, at some event or another that you couldn't control, like your precious multiverse, the little friend you created came to life? It was alive there in the first place, as far as you knew. And if it was just in the multiverse, it would be fine... but"

Bill raise his arms dramatically, indicating not only the place they were in, but their reality as a whole,

"In the REAL world, no one could see it. It was fueled only by your mind,and as such, your ‘special'condition, care of the Underground, was made apparent. You have acute schizophrenia. Acute, because you look logic in the face and laugh in order to justify your little insanity.

Glitch looked crushed.

"No... it's not true..."

Bill laughed again and pointed a finger at Glitch's face. Purple veins pulsed just beneath the man's skin.

"How could a video game character exist in the real world?! Or did you not notice that whenever you weren't alone, ‘UltraTroid'was nowhere to be seen?"

Glitch clenched his eyes closed. There had to be some way he could prove Bill wrong. His only friend, for almost 5 years... his partner... he had to be real...

He looked up at Bill, who appeared to be waiting expectantly.

"But... he saved me... Here, in the real world... He saved me from the Mass Production Models!"

Bill jumped to his knees and slapped his hand, and claw, onto the sides of Glitch's head. His face in Glitch's, he laughed his ass off.

"Yes! You remembered that! UltraTroid didn't save you! You blacked out!"

Glitch was wary of the proximity of Bill's face to his but ignored it.

"Yeah.. and he saved me while I-"

"Notice how your back hurt afterwards, even when it hadn't much during the fight..."

"Yeah, but-"

"Notice how weak you felt after only a little bit of fighting?"

"Well, yeah-"

Bill pumped his arms into the air!

"Here's the big one! You passed out, activated your virus system and blocked it from your memory, so that your fantasy could remain, to you at least, a reality!"

Glitch finally broke eye contact with Bill, now avoiding the man's victorious stare.

Glitch didn't have much time to ponder over his apparent psychosis. Bill had gotten to his feet, and looked ready to do something.

"Okay! Now that that's done... I get to kill you."

Bill brought his sword up to bear one last time.

"Goodbye, brother."

Glitch saw shapes circling the air behind Bill. He wasn't sure what to make of them... they all looked like vultures... birds of prey. He noticed, off handedly from the shell he was building around himself, that the shapes were becoming increasingly large.

They looked.... they looked kinda like Spam...

"Spa...m?"

"WHAT?"

The Mass Production Biosuits, what seemed like hundreds of them, all swooped down at Bill. The man, fighting their grasp but failing because of the shear number of them, was lifted into the air. The tiny wires, still inserted into Glitch, weighed down the effort. Another dozen MPB grabbed Bill and lifted him, massive wings pumping furiously. Slowly, the Type 7 BioSuit B07N, and his brother, the Type 6 BioSuit DamnGlitch, rose in the air.

Bill was in a frenzy. He was, all at once, scared, angry, sad, and... happy? Happy? These things were going to kill him, and he was happy?

Bill smiled slightly as the MPBs powered up their beam sabre claws. He looked down at Glitch, who was only showing rudimentary understanding of what was going on, and said silently goodbye to the only family he had ever had.

When they came, weapons brandished, he kept his eyes open. He didn't want to miss one second of his death.