The Secondary Saga - Prologue, Introductions

[Proto Man]

“Hey!” Top Man waved to the free-floating camera hovering a few feet in front of him. “Top Man, here, and I just entered the Tangled Green a little bit ago. I’ve been here before, and it doesn’t seem like they’ve done anything about the mosquitoes. How can you fleshies handle this nonsense? Little insects always trying to poke you?

“Anyway, I’ve been following something called a ‘Ghost Girl,’ that’s supposed to lead me straight to everyone’s favorite OG, Omni. I’m really hopin’ this is all that I have to do, because it’d be awesome if this guy just made trips to verses. Part of me thinks this is all just some terrible trap, but y’know what? No one lives forever.

“Anyway, so I’m thinking I can’t be too far behind the rest of the people tracking this thing. Yea, you heard me. Other people. I ain’t stupid. Plus… I’m a damn robot, so I know things. But for now, I’mma play it by my chest, you dig? I’ve been in my fair share of scrapes, Folks. You guys remember Volvagia? That big ole fire-breathing bro? I was scraping off the stains for months after that one.

“So let’s rock and roll, you feel me? Something tells me yinz are gonna love this one.”

***

Of all the places in the entire Omniverse, they just had to pick the Tangled Green.

That sad reality floated all around Top Man’s ‘brain’ as he trudged through detritus and overgrown scrubs. If his sensors and maps were correct, there was a big ole mass of things up ahead, which told him that’s where he needed to be. He doubted that the ghost girl was telling the truth, but even if Omni wasn't just hanging out in the trees, there would certainly be clues. He could live with clues... clues would keep viewers entertained and guessing along with their hero. With any luck, there’d be some violence. For whatever reason, his subscribers loved it whenever he got into scuffles. Violence sells?

As he stumbled ahead, Top Man heard what sounded like shouting and yelling in the distance. As he drew closer, he stumbled over a root jutting up from the ground. Although he was naturally graceful, he let himself fall, because it made people laugh. Only instead of laughs, someone called out to him from a few feet away. “You okay?” Top Man lifted up his head to see a small wooden boy standing nearby.

“Yea,” the Robot Master replied as he stood up off the ground and brushed the leaves away. A quick glance over his shoulder revealed that his camera was still doing its job, so he turned to the boy. “I’m Top Man… who are you?” As the question lingered in the air, both the wooden boy and the metal preteen heard a terrifying ruckus from the other side of the clearing they boarded.