(Oh man, I was using the exact same color thing as Sky... Man, I don't want in to his method but it's so effective. Ah well, I'll go back to normal, see how it goes.
He was still pumped. Even if the battle was over, his systems were still going nuts. He was ready for anything, any virus that might come his way. But he wasn't prepared for this. Victory. It had all just gone according to plan. Mostly. His systems checked and rechecked until he cleared the error blocking his normal routine.
Victory. That's right. He'd won. He'd won. IdiditIdiditIdiditIdiditIDIDIT "Yeah!" He dropped the shotgun prop as it dissolved into abstract bits. "Yeah!" he shouted again, stronger. ActionMan went so far as to pump his fist in victory.
"You did it ActionMan!"
"Congrats boss!"
He took a long couple moments to just stand there, his chest puffed up, proud and charged with a feeling of invincibility. I busted those things without so much as a scratch. Incredible. I'm amazing. His feelings wouldn't last long.
"ActionMan," Samantha called. "I can see you're having a moment so I'll give you 20 seconds before I rain on your parade. Be grateful."
What's that supposed to mean? But he didn't dwell on it long. "Ah," he sighed, "that was incredible. So that's what real virus busting is like."
"We really did it, didn't we ActionMan?"
"We sure did, Matt. We sure did." He decided to sit down for a second. ActionMan leaned up against one of the machines, listened to it's quiet hum. He just smiled and let himself bask in the afterglow of victory, but there was something more too. He was just able to simply appreciate the act of being. He wished he had a cigarette, like the heroes in movies, because he was absolutely certain he would look awesome. But then wouldn't he be a bad role model? Smoking is bad, kids.
"Alright, time's up." Samantha whispered. "Hope you enjoyed yourself."
"Sure did." And he did sound quite satisfied.
"Great. Now let's talk about why this is bad. It's 6 AM."
"Is it really?"
"Yes. Now, why is this bad?"
"It is waaay past Matt's bedtime."
"Good, that's part one. Now let's keep going."
"Hmm..." He scrunched his face up as he concentrated but couldn't find a suitable answer. "Can I get a hint?"
Sam sighed. "Where are you?"
"I was kind of hoping you could tell me, actually. I haven't really been paying attention."
"Alright, it's like this. You were in the PET."
"Right."
"And now, you're in some weird place you don't recognize."
"Right."
"Which means?"
"Which means... I didn't jack-in to Matt's desktop."
"Right."
"So where did I jack in from?"
"Would you believe a broken soda machine in the middle of ACDC?"
"No. There's no way Matt would jack me in to a soda machine in the middle of town at 6 AM in the morning."
"Well, bad news."
"What?"
"HE DID."
A full three seconds pass.
"WHAT?!"
"And the worst thing is, you encouraged him to do it!"
"I did?!"
"You did."
"Why would I do something like that?"
"Sir, that is an excellent question."
Ooooh no. No no no. This isn't happening. What is going on?
Matt's voice interrupted the quiet dialog. "Hey, you okay ActionMan? If you're done with your break, I'm ready to keep going."
"Yeah!" he answered, practically in a panic. "Yeah, alright! Gimme one second!" He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper as he directed his words to his secretary. "Sammy girl, what do I do?"
ActionMan couldn't tell what was going on in Samantha's head at that moment in time. But I, as the Narrator, have no such restriction. Poor Samantha was just dreading her lot in life, completely unwilling to accept that this moment in time was in fact hers, that she was trapped in that awful situation as a shadow manipulating an incompetent. She merely took solace that any greatness to come out of ActionMan would be likely on her part and her part alone, even if she would never receive any credit for it. "ActionMan, I hate to tell you this but the situation is even worse than it sounds. There's some shady business going on here. For now, I'm calling home."
Dread. Panic. Absolute fear. "You're going to do what?!" If the boss finds out Matt's strolling around at 6 in the morning, I'm going to be in so much trouble! And worse... worse still... What if he tells mom? I don't want to face the punishment of the heavens!
"Do we have any other choice?"
"Probably!"
"Are you willing to put Matt's safety at risk then?"
"Absolutely not." There wasn't a moment's hesitation in his response. His tone was deadly serious.
"Then this is the best thing to do."
He had no objections then. "Alright Samantha. I'm counting on you."
Nothing new there, she thought. "Right. In the meantime, Matt wants you to check this electronic device out for anything suspicious."
"Suspicious?"
"ActionMan," Matt called again, "let's go!"
"Yeah, ready! I'll go ahead and do a thorough sweep of the area."
"I'll help look too!" NarratorBot chimed in, eager not to be forgotten.
"Just be careful. Don't get Matt into anymore trouble than he's already in," Sam cautioned.
"You got it," ActionMan answered. He pitied any virus that would get in his way if his precious Operator was in danger. Even if he didn't fully understand what was going on, he'd give it his all. And he wouldn't let Matt sweat it either. He put on a cocky grin as he gallivanted on in a direction he deemed suitable. "Alright Operator, let's do this right! ActionMan, sortieing!"
"Ah, don't forget the virus data!"
Virus data? Oh, we covered that in school! I just need to download it and then we, uh... Action man stopped in his tracks. He was fairly certain he had no idea how to download data. Generally Matt or the Boss did it remotely and he had nothing to do with the procedure. It'd been taught to him a few times in school, sure, but did he remember any of it? I can't remember! Instead, he decided to pass the buck. "I'm going to be a bit busy with the search. Samantha?"
"NarratorBot." AM wasn't the only one who could play that game.
"Why me?!"
(Argh, dialogs are kind of hard in a back and forth fashion without something to break them up. Is it obvious who's speaking? Well, whatever. I'll work on that. Next time. If someone gets to this before I update it, next battle please. This stuff ain't gotta be perfect after all. But jeez, what was I thinking, 8 year old op walking around in the middle of night? Well, maybe I can rereg him as a little older. Maybe 12 or so. Still keep the kid thing, but 8 is ridiculous.
I'm drifting. Next battle, if you please.)