(Fan/Act/SF) Lesser Sprite [T]

WARNING THIS MAY CONATIN SCENES OF VIOLENT NATURE, MATURE SUBJECT MATTER, AND HARSH LANGUAGE.

Ok this would be my first non-school, non-BA peice of fiction. It I guess would be classifed under FanFiction seeing how it take place in the ReBoot universe. I know not everyone is framilair with certian aspects of ReBoot terminolgy so I will explain before I continue.

The ReBoot world takes place in your computer, each computer is called a system and most have ports to the net which allows the inhabitents to rome freely. There is also the web which is more dangerous due to major information buildups. The show which i am basing this story off of was the first ever CGI animated show. For more info on that google it because i will make little to no references to the show from here on out. Now allow me to try and explain the ReBoot terminolgy.

Sprite:This is the most impotant thing to remember. They are mostly huminod figures and are the main inhabitants of the systems(cities) there represent diffrent programs. The come in every color some even more then one. The are human in every way there bodys function almost identical. Except they have a code which is basicly like a soul it controls them sorta it changes how they act and under certain curcimstances sprites codes can change or be taken completly for short periods of time. If you find yourself getting lost with this term think of them as multicolored humans.

Bionome: Robot like people that also inhabit systems. There are two kinds 1's and 0's the ones consit of three blocks pilled up but not touching each other, with arms, legs, feet, mouths, ect. The zeros look like a billard ball with arms legs so on and so forth.

Viruses: They are well viruses they usually look evil and have powers far beyond a normal sprite usually. Diffrent viruses act diffrently but all are deadly and programed to be evil. Some can infect sprites causing them to become virals infected sprite or bionomes.

Gaurdians: Sprites who have gone threw a garudian school called the Academy. They have been programed to mend and defend. They mend tears(more on them later) and protect from viruses, and games(more later). They are assigned a system and protect it using knolage they have accuired and key tools(Later again).

Codemasters: Are powerful sprites who have amazing skills. They are usually hiered mercinarys, and they stick to there guilds not bothering to deal with the affairs of sprites. They are feared and hated. They have a Gibson-Coil-Pike a staff that varies in looks between Codemasters. It is capble of a large number of things to numerious to mention. Using there weapon they can travel anywheres on the net or web. (FTR- Codemasters where hardly mentioned in the series but play a big part in my story)

Keytool: A special tool used by gaurdians that is cable of transforming to almost anything. Using it gaurdians can travel the net using high leverls of energy(Nomraly tear energy). They have less acsess then codemasters but more then regual sprites.

Games: A purple game cube(Made before nintendo mind you) Drops from the sky and sprites or binomes have to go inside. Once there they click on there icon and say(You may have guessed) ReBoot. It changes there look and gives them information and skills usefull to beat the game.

User:You and I playing games. It is sprites goals to stop us, some have multiple lives.

Tears: A rip caused by high level energy flucations, can be large or small but dangerous unless they are mended or turned into a portal to another system or the net.

Ok that is the basic of the basics there are somethings I will explain in story to save you some reading. Sorry for the legth but it was neccary to those unframiliar. Only a few more things then I'll be done and we can start the story I swear.

First thing this story will be in first person point of veiw, but I will change the veiw throught the story between two characters. When you see * * * * * in a line of its own that means I am changing the POV.

Time is diffrent is diffrent between our time and sprite time here is the basic translation.
Our time Sprite time
Second - nano
minute - micro
hour - second
day - cycle
week - minute
year - hour
(Not offical time I made it up myself)

Chapter one: A Shaky Start

I come from the web
I traveled through systems
people, and places
to this place
Hixt

My format, I have no format
My function is to find meaning
in this place called the net
The darkness began to creep in as I walked down a long road. They always seemed so long, so lonesome. I was alone abandoned meant to fend for myself. I was alone so desperately alone. I longed for someone anyone. I knew it wouldn’t happen it seemed the user destined me to be alone I let out a small sigh, continuing my hopeless walk.

“Hey kid where ya think yur goin?” I turned around to see a large sprite smirking like he won the lottery. He was about 6’1 one his hair was a deep purple, and his skin was gray.

“Where I go is no concern to you?”

“Well we wouldn’t want ya to get lost,” A voice said behind me blocking the way out. He was tall and lanky his skin orange his hair blond and tied back,” A kid like you could get hurt walking these streets alone. How old are you anyways boy?”

“Doesn’t matter” I lied, to be honest I didn’t know, I wished I knew.

“Poor kid don’t got any credits I suppose” the large one said pulling a knife out of his pocket. His friend did the same, it seemed like I could never be left alone. I mean from those who didn’t like me.

“Go away, your only going to find yourself hurt.”

“Oh ya got some balls on ya don’t ya, ”The lanky one said trying to mock me.

“Yeah,” the gray skinned one snickered, “If they dropped that is.”

“Even if ya ain’t got any credits I always enjoy kicking a smug ascii(ass).” The lanky one said moving closer with each step. If it were anyone else they’d be scared I guess. I do have a secret for stuff like this. I smiled a lonesome smile taking out a weapon of my own.

“Hey man is that a…”

* * * *

“Gibson Coil Pike!” I said to myself staring down on a mugging going on below me. “Bout time something interesting happened in this two byte system,” As a guardian I should have helped the little guy. He looked to be only 1.1, but he had a powerful weapon it had to be interesting. He looked odd too his burgundy hair was braided and down to his wait. A tunic of sorts that tied at the waist covered his dark green skin, and similar style pants. Both where black, truly it was an odd sight.

“That toy doesn’t scare us boy.” Right then I heard a familiar voice.

“Listen Mess you gunna let that kid go, here me,” I yelled at the orange sprite wielding a knife, “One more incident like this and your going back to jail for a long time.”

“You again don’t ya get tiered of being the good guy,” Mess yelled up to me, to be honest yes I did. I hated being a guardian in a city like this. I thought I was going to fight viruses become a hero, but no all I get is to defend a little system called Hixt. Barely large enough for it’s name. Taking off my shades I addressed the kid calmly.

“Get back to the academy kid. I am surprised they even let you in considering your reputation.”

“I don’t gotta be back till next cycle. In the mean time I am going to have some fun.”

“I know kid,” Wither I liked it or not I had to defend all the citizens or this place. All the other guardians taught classes at the academy, I got to defend street urchins that might have been a Codemaster for all I knew.

For the first time the little one said something.

* * * * *

“Go away I can handle this myself guardian,” I heard my self hiss at the intruder. O course wearing his standard blue suit and his short blond hair. He was riding a surfboard instead of a zip board and his skin seemed to be yellow or golden I couldn’t tell. I hated them always butting into other people stuff, I could have deleted them right there and then but then he had to show up and ruin everything.

“You two leave before I call the CPU’s and get ya expelled.” With that the two ones I had was about to delete scurried off like the rates they where. The blond haired one flew down to me and knelt in front of me to get eye to eye. “You ok kid?” He said trying to be comforting putting a hand on my shoulder.

I rapped his hand off me with me pike then shot death glares at the annoying guardian. “Listen I am not a little kid I had it under control. Now **** off.”

“Got a tongue on ya don’t ya boy.” He said scowling and returning to his feet. “I was trying to be nice, but whatever boy. Sense you’re new here. I am guardian 467 state your name function and format”

“Fine” I said hissing, they always did this once they saw my pike. I shrank my pike down and retuned it too my belt, “I am Cott no last name. I have no format my function is also obsolete.”

“How can you not be a Codemaster boy,” He said in obviously fake confusion, “You have a Gibson-coil-pike. We all know only Codemasters can use them. Who you trying to fool me or yourself.” He said with a smile as if he was proud of his assumption.

“My code is no concern of you,” I said. I hated them when they got like this always-cocky bastards thinking they know everything and fix everything, “And stop calling me boy I am no child I lost my innocence long ago.” I said scowling and turned away.

* * * * *

“ Boy get back here,” I called out as he formed a portal with his staff. He flipped me off and went on his way. “I better talk to the system administrator.”




“Are you sure?” A blue haired young man named Catlin said in shock. His mouth hanged almost open at me.

“Positive,” I said smugly.

“A Codemaster here. It is so weird. You say he was only 1.1?”

“By the looks of it. He didn’t admit he was a Codemaster though, but I knew it. He even had a Gibson coil pike.”

“Still he just seems so young even for a Codemaster to be on his own. Why would he want to come here of all places we don’t have anything of value except the guardian academy, and what in the we could he want with that.”

”I don’t know possible his pike is broken, and he came here by accident.”

“Whatever the reason you should keep an eye on him. Big or small they are still threats to the system and I’ll be deleted before something happens to Hixt.” He said slamming his hand down on the table to show he was serious. Like I didn’t know already. The Idea of watching a little kid didn’t please me, but I had to do what he said.

* * * * *

I appeared almost the same place I was on purpose. I stayed in the time drift only long enough till he was gone. I hate them so much, guardians who do they think they are telling me what to do. They don’t know what I’ve been through seen the horrors I’ve seen. They just went to their fancy academy…**** I hated that place and everything about it. I don’t know how I came across one I wasn’t looking for this lowlife system that for sure.

I sat down a buried my face in my knees. “No one understands me,” I muttered. I couldn’t stand it I was so alone, and no one liked me. “Why” I screamed tossing an empty can at the wall in front of me. I could feel my emotions building ready to burst. “Why do I have to be a stupid little kid,” not like I could really help crying it just happened, every time I thought about my parents. I had been young then much younger then I was now. They got deleted in an explosion set up by those creatures those supposed ‘Guardians’.

No one could even begin to describe the hate I had for there kind. Killing my parents just because they where Codemasters. They couldn’t understand what they did to my life. How they made me life of what I could steal or kill. I hated every nano of my life. Suicide popped into my head again, it always seemed to be a thought, a dark thought trying always trying, trying so hard to trick me.

“NO!” I screamed standing up my face wet with tears. My parents wouldn’t let me, for there memory I moved on trying to make my thoughts go away trying to sit in alone without these things always trying to end me. I sighed a deep sigh whipped the tears from my eye’s and continued. I only had a few credits, but I figured it was enough to get me a bite to eat without having to steal again.

<Warning incoming game>
<Warning incoming game>

A loud voice rang out. “Cursors,” A game I had to defend it, but I hated myself just a little bit for doing so. I looked up and saw it slowly descend over me a tingling feeling a temporary blindness then my world changed to grassy hills and a large racetrack. I knew the game Double strike, but who was my partner. I slowly turned around to see a familiar face.

“Not you!”

* * * * *

I remembered the game, used to be my favorite at the academy. I didn’t even notice Cott was there till I heard him mone. “Not you!”

“What are you doing here boy, games are no place for little sprite,” I advised him, even though I knew he had no intention of telling me the truth.

‘It dropped on me I couldn’t get out of the way,” He mumbled to me, he way lying but I didn’t know why.

“Whatever just don’t slow me down,” I Said figuring the kid knew nothing about games.

“Whatever lets just get this over with,” He said bleakly double tapping his icon, “Reboot” He said aloud and I did the same. After the tingling feeling was gone and I could see again I felt myself chuckle a little at his appearance. He was a little taller but he was fat wore blue overalls and a red shirt.

The boy looked at him self and sighed deeply. “Alphanumeric,” he said sarcastically rolling his eye’s.

“Stylus game stats,” I spoke into my keytool. Even though I knew the game I had to be sure I remembered everything, “Ok boy it seems that this is a racing game with four levels. We are on the last level. We have to work together one is the driver the other throws items to delay the user or game sprites. You getting this all boy? The goal is to finish all three laps before the user does. It seems that we just need to beat the user and not the game sprites.” I looked at the boy waiting for a response

“I know I know I have played this one before,” He must have seen the surprise on my face after he said that, “What?” He asked more annoyed then confused.

“You play games?” I said in a half laugh, “ I didn’t think Codemasters liked games.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he hissed at me, I wonder what I did to get on his nerves, “And I told you before I am not a Codemaster.”

“Sure kid whatever you,” I replied, still wondering what caused him to get so annoyed,” Lets just finish this game without you killing me,” Jumping into the drivers seat I waited for him to follow.

* * * * *

“What makes you think you get to be the driver?” I should have figured this guardian would be cocky they all are.

“You? Drive? Boy your legs couldn’t even reach the gas. Just hop in, and try not to screw up,” He said holding in a laugh. Always being judged User I hated being treated like a little kid.

“Fine!” I snarled. Reluctantly I climbed into the attackers seat waiting for that stupid game to end.



Games, I never liked telling people the reason I played them, and however much I hated it I did enjoy them. I loved being in a different world with a set goal. I could focus, and block all other things out of my life leaving my alone with my goal. I always wished life was more like a game, having it planned out for you. If you failed you died no suffering the consequences of your actions only death sweet and blissful. “Final lap”

“Get ready boy,” The stupid guardian said as if I didn’t have a clue,” This is about the time the user will try to take the lead.”

“I am not basic,” I hissed, “Besides I have played this one before you know.”

“Sure you have boy,” He laughed.

“Stop calling me that. If you fell the need to address me at least call me by my name.” Disrespectful slime.

“Fine then bo…Cott,” He said half-heartedly.

“The sooner this game is over the better.” I replied refusing to look at the disgrace. I waited on the back of that stupid cart waiting for the user. After only a few nanos he was right on our tail carrying some sort of weapon. A bomb, all I had was a turtle shell, of course just what I needed. “****” I muttered under my breath.

“You gotta stop saying that,” The guardian said smiling at his own pathetic excuse for a joke, “What is it boy.”

“You don’t listen much do you,” I replied in my usual scowl,” He has a bomb.”

“Oh,” he said surprised, “Doesn’t matter the finish line is just up ahead.” What kind of guardian is this? A user is always a threat no matter what, and he is playing him down like he is nothing. If he isn’t going to stop the user then I will, I thought to myself.

I studied the user carefully trying to figure out its plan. He should have thrown it, but he didn’t. It took me a second until I saw what he was doing. Right before the finish line there was a cliff we had to maneuver around it to the other side. The user planned on throwing his toy over it hitting us dead on. Simple enough. All I have to do is throw my shell at it just as the bomb can’t be too hard, I tried to reassure myself.

As I had thought the bomb went ailing over the cliff head straight for.

* * * * *

I heard a whooshing sound right behind us, almost instinctively I turned around to see what was going on. My face surely looked surprised as a bomb came sailing over the cliff. Somehow thought the little runt say it coming. He tossed his turtle shell right at it. “What are you doing! Trying to get us deleted,” I screamed.

“Shut up and drive,” he snapped back almost commanding. I hated this little kid trying to give me orders, but if I planned to survive I did need to keep my eyes on the road. The explosion went off with a deafening bang sending shockwaves across the course. The cart refused to respond to my actions going into a spin. Maybe it was because I was dizzy, maybe it was the explosion, but I saw something even if it wasn’t even for a nano. It was white teeth shining in the shadows and a pain of eye ghostly staring from its shadow. It was gone as soon as we reached the finish line.

<Game over>
<Game over>

I loved that tingling sensation that goes over me as the game leave. It always gave me a feeling that I was just as good as I thought. I could go on, but there was something more important in the midst. A virus screeched for the whole system to hear rising into the middle of the city flying high above it. It started calling a name over, and over. It wanted someone, someone I just met.

“Cott oh Cott I know you’re here show yourself,” His piercing tone rang over. I grabbed my board and went to meet him.

“Stylus virus analyzer,” I called to my keytool. Finally something exciting. It was a class 6 chaos virus. It looked like a shadow completely black, and waving it seemed to have a cloak on although it seemed to be attached to its body. His hair or at least what I thought was his hair was wild waving blending into his body. The only white part was his sharp teeth and eyes that stood out like a sore thumb. I had to admit it gave me shivers. As I tried to ride away something grabbed my board out from under me sending tumbling into the street below.

* * * * *

My pike extended grabbing the guardian’s transport from under him. He landed with a hard thud on the concert ground below. It had to be done I had to meet him again. I hopped onto his board speeding straight into danger. I hated this virus more then anything. When it seemed like I could finally be at peace he would show up running everything. I had seen the damage he could do it seemed like he was programmed to torture me out of a life. This time I would deal with him once, and for all.

It was weird I went to meet my enemy, but my mind wavered if only for a micro. I guess it was the first time I got a good look at the system. It was divided into four parts one had tall buildings stretching what seemed like forever. Another was smaller filled with apartment buildings. The third had many small homes so small from where I stood. The last was the most precious it had trees rivers it was complete different from the others it seemed so peaceful there on it’s own. The only building on it was the large Guardian academy it was the only thing that ruined that sector for me. My mind snapped out as I heard a voice I loathed so close.

“My dear Cott did you really think you could escape me,” His voice slithered white teeth shining at there points.

“Why do you pursue me what have I done to endure this constant torment,” I replied as loud for the whole city to hear.

“It is in my programming,” His voice crawled up my skin,” I am programmed to fins one sprite, and make his life hell. Then another then another till my deletion finds me. I guess I chose you, you where in so much pain it made me almost happy being near you. So I feed off your suffering stalk you make it worse it makes me feel good, almost.”

“Your sick, and twisted let me end this NOW!” I screamed taking out my pike.

“Why let us talk for a while,” I felt his voice, it had a taste of pain in his words,” let us talk about your parents.”

“What…” I said almost under my breath. A different emotion beside that of hate began to crawl up my skin it was sadness. He knew what he was doing.

“Yes wouldn’t they be proud of their only boy now. He has killed so many disgraced so many people that trusted him. Even today he would kill for food. What a waste of the only thing your parents ever gave you. The power you abuse they must be so proud of you now.”

“Stop! You know why I do what I do, I have to too see the next cycle to see something better then what I live now.”

“Fool you never will live to see what is next, as soon as you come close to happiness I will take it away again,” Happiness that word cut through me more then anything. I had never felt it I always wanted to he stays to remind me where I have gone wrong. My dark green skin felt colder that nano then any other.

“Once I am rid of you today things will get better,” I hoped.

“You wont be rid of me,”

“You will be deleted before this cycle is over,” Where the only words I could mange before I shot a purple blast of energy at demon of my life. He smiled his sickly smile dodging it what could have been his black cloak was the only thing it hit.

“Foolish boy now it is my turn to play,” He laughed sending streams of black viral energy at me. I managed to dodge two of the three, however the last one clipped the guardian’s board sending my tumbling into the streets below. My brain went a thousand miles per nano I thought so much about my life trying to convince myself I had something to live for. I failed.

More out of instinct then want I used my pike to send a line to a tall building. It hooked onto the top and I felt my body fly fast into the side of the building. I don’t remember what happened all I remember is a cold sharp pain then black.

* * * * *

I awoke only a few micros later a bump on my head. I was alive, and kicking which was more then I could say about Cott. I woke up to see him smash into glass and fall into a tree far below. My guardian instinct came in, and even though I didn’t like him I had to help him. But first things first, there was still a virus on the loss, and I had to deal with him to make sure no one else got hurt. Odd as it seems I was actually happy I had something to do.

Luckily I always kept a zip board on my just incase. I threw it making it spin out two silver disks connected by a bent metal pole floated just above the ground. It wasn’t a board, but it was enough to get me around for the time being. Using it I flew high enough that the scum of the net could here me.

“I am guardian 467 state your name, and function,” I Said in a loud clear voice as I was taught at the academy.

“I am specter,” He hissed, “I cause chaos to whomever I please,” He smiled his sickening smile as stylus scanned him quietly. He had transfinite power limits, game-hopping ability, the ability to fly, and the ability to travel threw shadows. Great I thought to myself, he is a lot more powerful then I expected.

“What do you want with this system it had done nothing to you,” I snapped back.

“I have no quarrel with this pathetic little system, if you try to anger me then I will,” He said back to me showing no fear of my guardian status.

“Then why have you come here, viruses don’t travel threw games for no reasons.”

“No matter to you guardian,” He spat disappearing into thin air. For a second I thought my eyes deceived me he was there only a second earlier. None the matter I had more important matters. My guardian code instructed me to help the boy from death.

When I finally found him he was in a bad way. His entire face was drenched in blood as was man parts of his body. I had to move fast if he was to live to see another day. I checked carefully to see any signs of life, surprising enough he was breathing he was much tougher then I thought. Checking around I noticed his arm was broken and he had a few cracked ribs. Blood continued to flow endlessly from his wounds drenching the ground staining it a deep red.

He struggled as I tried to pick him up he was barely conscious. He tried to speak but all that came out was a cough of blood. I knew that it wasn’t internal bleeding from the color only blood that found its way to his mouth. He tried to speak again, “Am…I…dead…yet,”

“No,” I tried to be comforting,” You will recover,” His reply startled me.

“Why…do….I…always…survive,” Was all he could mange before he passed out. That shocked me to say the least. I would have expected him to be happy he survived what should have been death. It seemed like he just wanted to end his life there. At the time I thought I was the best guardian, but it seemed like I had a lot more to know.

I zipped quickly over to the principle office, the tall building spiraled in and odd fashion. With a small ball protruding from the top. It was in the direct center of the city for all who needed it to access. He needed it badly.