Okay this is a story about Dot and her feelings about Bob and Enzo leaving.

Disclaimer:  I don't own Reboot. I so wish I did, but I don't.  If you want to 

sue me go ahead; you won't get much besides a book, a few C.D.s, and 20 bucks.  

That's it.

 

And There Was Hope..  

By: Pixie

 

      He was gone so fast.  It took only a nano and then He was gone.  Shot in 

the web right in front of me.  Right in front of me and I couldn't help him!  I 

watched as Megabyte pressed that button and Bob shot up screaming and yet I 

couldn't help him! What if..no..don't think that way Dot.  It's useless to go 

through all the ifs.  There's so many of them and none of them help you or Bob.

 

      It was hard in the beginning, to have to break the news to Phong and 

AndrAIa and to..Enzo.  I will never ever forget the look in his eyes as I told 

him that Bob was gone, that he was in the web.  The look he gave me when I 

handed him Bob's keytool.  The immense sadness, as great as my own, his eyes 

filled with tears.  He took the keytool and screamed with rage, with anger, with 

hate.  It was something I hadn't heard since our parent's death and then it was 

quieter, full of less fury and hatred.

 

      There was a change in everyone, it was small and no one else seemed to 

notice it, but I did.  I noticed it immediately.  We were all more quiet and 

angry.  Sometimes in the first few cycles we still joked and smiled, but of 

course it was different.  It wasn't us; it was like we were playing parts in a 

play.  We laughed and smiled and acted almost like normal, but underneath we all 

were screaming and crying.  We were trying to stay calm when at the same time we 

were pleading with fate that Bob would be alive.  That he would come back to us.

 

We all went through changes that cycle when Bob was lost to us, but Enzo 

was changed the most.  He would sit in corners and be so quiet that he would 

almost blend into the wall.  You could practically feel the anger and sadness 

coming from him.  When I went to comfort him, he would allow me to hug him for a 

few minutes before pulling away or he would jerk away from me before I could 

even try to hug him.  It hurt me.  It was like he was blaming me for Bob being 

shot into the web, for Megabyte betraying us.

 

      Slowly it got better.  He stopped sitting in corners and started begging 

me to allow him to play the games.  Help the system.  He was determined, had his 

mind set on something.  When he told me that promise to bring Bob home I knew he 

would do it.  Something deep down inside of me told me that he would keep his 

promise.

 

      The tide began to turn.  Even though Megabyte had Hexadecimal's power we 

were slowly turning the tables.  Games were being won and we were coming up with 

ways to trap Megabyte, to beat him.  The firewall, a brilliant idea even if it 

had never been tested before.  We were able to trap Megabyte and his troops in 

it.  Cage the tiger and you may walk the forest floor freely.  Such a good 

proverb for that moment Phong.  It looked like we were going to win.  I was 

beginning to smile again.  There was hope...

 

      It was shattered.  That precious hope along with my heart broke into a 

million pieces when that voice spoke.  Game Over. User Wins.  They were lost.  

Nullified.  I hated myself for seconds and seconds.  I was depressed.  I was 

broken.  No one could reach me.  Not Mouse.  Not Phong.  Not Megabyte.  Not 

anyone.  When Hexadecimal blew the firewall open and Megabyte broke free, I 

fought only because I still had that dim sense of fighting for freedom in me 

deep down.  That sense and the faint hope that Bob might me alive out there were 

the only things I fought for.  I didn't fight for myself or anyone.

 

      When Megabyte took over the Principal Office I fled with Mouse and 

everyone else.  I left Phong behind and again my heart was torn from my chest 

and stepped on.  Again I was depressed and only came out for brief moments to 

try another futile plan to regain the P.O.  Another stupid attempt to try and 

hold on to more false hope.

 

      It was like this for cycles.  On and off.  I tried plan after plan.  

Attempt after attempt.  They never worked and hope slipped away father and 

father into the deep recess of my mind, my heart.  And yet I still wished that 

one day all of them would come back to me.  I thought I was crazy for believing 

that, until that day that Mouse came to me and told me there was some activity 

in the web.  That something was trying to come in and that hopefulness leapt in 

my throat.  Thoughts of Bob and Enzo and AndrAIa safe and running to my arms 

came to my head.  I scolded myself for believing that they could be alive.  I 

crushed that optimism and continued working like nothing happened.  

 

      Then I saw him.  Hack and Slash called me, told me they had a surprise for 

me.  I turned, ready to fake a laugh and scold them for stopping my work for 

some games.  But then they stepped away and I saw whom they had hid behind them.  

It was a tall rough looking green man with strong muscles.  He had black hair 

over his eyes, one that was robotic.  He had tattoos, an earring, and a gun yet 

it was Enzo.  It took me a moment to remember him, but when he called me sis.  I 

saw instead of that rough large man, a little boy with a red cap who always 

wanted to play games and tackled Bob to the ground.  I ran to him and hugged 

him.

 

And there was hope