The group gawked, jaws agape. There were way too many of those things... There was no way that would they be able to win this fight. Desperately, MegaMan looked around for an escape route, and his eyes were drawn to a path to the side that would lead them away... But it would be impossible for them to get to it in time. But just then, GutsMan stepped out to meet the feeding frenzy.
"Leave this to me! I'll stomp those runts flat! You two go on ahead... And don't let anything happen to Roll, or I'll knock you into next week...!"
MegaMan nodded.
"Good luck, GutsMan. Come on Roll... We have to get out of here!"
Without a further word, they sprinted down the path. GutsMan occupied the feed-happy horde, glowering as they pulled out all assortment of cooking utensils... Knives, forks, ladles, whisks and spatulas and egg beaters, cleavers and potato peelers... He regarded them all with a huff, and began to charge, rearing his fist back, windmilling it a bit...
"You want to take me on? I don't think... THAT YOU HAVE THE GUTS! YEEEEEE-HAAAAAW!"
And the fight began with a devastating haymaker, sending a group of viruses flying through the air.
Meanwhile...
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"Huff... I, I think we lost them... I hope GutsMan is alright..."
MegaMan put his hand on Roll's shoulder as a comforting gesture. "He'll be alright. He's not going to be beaten by a bunch of small fries like that."
She nodded, reassured. "You're right. We'll meet up with him later... But, for now... Where are we...?"
She looked around... They'd ran so fast and far, it almost seemed like a blur. This place was unfamiliar... The floor tiles were decorated in intricate patterns, in pastel colors... After a few seconds, MegaMan recognized them.
"...Yumland? We couldn't have gone that far... But then, where are we?"
He looked ahead to a security cube, blocking off further access to the area, when suddenly, they heard voices from behind!
"...So glad the boss showed up... That bruiser will get it now, for sure! I still can't believe he deleted so many of us... Nasty, nasty man..."
Three of the manic little cook viruses plodded along...
"...But at least he gave us the code to get back in... Guess it's time for the big guns...?!?"
The two groups took a good, long look at each other, before the viruses pulled out some non-stick frying pans.
"IT'S THEM! GET 'EM!"
MegaMan smirked. "We can handle you three!" He let loose a volley of virus busting code, taking down one who did not bring his pan to guard quick enough. The other two attacked quickly, one diverting MegaMan's attention while the other appeared in front of Roll, cackling a bit as it brought forth an entree dish and lifted the lid, revealing a sumptuous looking plate of cinnamon rolls, glazed with a thick layer of icing... They glistened on the plate, a delicious smell of cinnamon wafting over, filling her nostrils. A sensory overload of sight and scent overcame her, and she felt compelled to devour the entirety of the plate...
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