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sora-g-silverwind · 6 years

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White Bomber’s second audio diary, in which he recounts the unexpected connection he found with Plasma Bomber. (Where’s White’s first audio diary? Right here! Where, incidentally, you can also find some explanation as to why these videos exist.)

As before, watch other videos from Peter von Gomm on YouTube, and check out his Instagram too!

Full script is below the cut!

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Day 69 of Year 30XX. This is White, reporting in!

Well, I visited Plasma Bomber on Planet Scrapheap today, and that was a little scary. Not because of him or anything…but because I really, reaaaaally didn't want to leave my siblings home by themselves.

I mean, I've done it before when I didn't have any other choice, and it didn't always end in disaster. Sometimes things were only partly blown to pieces, instead of completely blown to pieces! So it's not a total recipe for trouble. But it's not exactly a recipe I wanna cook with if I don't have to, you know?

But you might be saying, hey! Why didn't I just bring all of them with me, like an older brother should?

And maybe I should have, considering that it seems like my siblings and the other former Dastardly Bombers want to see each other again. Red's been playing online games with Magnet and insisting that he's going to bomb Magnet into even littler pieces than he already is because Magnet's a "big fat cheater," and every time one of us checks Blue's email for him he always has messages from Phantom about…well, who knows. Each message is completely empty except for a single attachment, which are all named things like "OPEN ME IF YOU DARE!!!" or "ARE YOU GOOD ENOUGH TO CRACK THIS CODE?!" There was even one that was just titled "FWAHAHAHAHA!!" Yikes…maybe someone should tell Phantom how to talk to Blue so he'll actually bother listening. Or reading, in this case. You can't really dare Blue to do anything except sleep for as long as possible.

…I, uh…don't think Golem talks that much, but Plasma told me that his part of Planet Timbertree is filled with yellow flowers. Weird, right? I wonder what that's all about…

In any case, I am glad we've made some new friends. We're a little isolated here on Planet Bomber, what with being so busy with our training and all. (…or rather, with me trying to get everyone to come to training.) I could've dropped my siblings off so they could have some fun while I talked with Plasma, and then picked them up on the way back home.

But sometimes…I just don't want to worry about anything like that, you know? I hate to admit it, but sometimes I just need time for myself. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't give this up for anything else! But it's exhausting having to look after everyone. Plus, rest is just as important as training! It's dangerous if you push yourself too hard.

(Just don't tell any of my siblings I said that. Then they'll be even worse about not coming to training.)

That being said, it wasn't like I talked to Plasma for the fun of it. He'd sent a message the other day asking me to come see him on Planet Scrapheap, and while the message didn't say what he wanted to talk about, given what I knew about him I figured it had to be something serious. So I left Pink in charge and headed out.

When I arrived, Plasma was there waiting with the kid who got involved in our fight last week. The kid ran off to play with his friends, and Plasma explained that he'd decided to look after the children here, to make sure they didn't get into any trouble. And that made sense, because Planet Scrapheap's not the safest place to be, whether you're organic or robotic.

But it did make me wonder why Plasma came back in the first place. He'd said it himself: Planet Scrapheap was where machines like us ended up once we were broken or unwanted. There were other places he could've gone if all he wanted to do was to protect people. Why'd he come here, if he didn't have to?

When I asked him that, he wouldn't answer my question at first. He said he wanted me to follow him instead, so he could show me something.

I thought that was a little strange of him to say. But I had no reason to say no, so I went along with him. And man, the amount of trash on Planet Scrapheap really is unbelievable. Seeing it from space is one thing, but to actually walk around in it, especially when you're not thinking about other things, is just…well, I don't even know how to describe it. Scary, maybe, or creepy. Or even…

…

…anyway! The place Plasma led me to didn't look that much different from the rest of the planet. It had the same mountains of grimy machine parts, the same towering stacks of crushed metal, and the same piles of defunct robots as far as I could see. But I did see the arm of a broken construction crane sticking out from the top of a nearby trash heap like it was going to reach down and grab me, and for a moment, I was a little worried that Plasma hadn't actually been freed from Buggler's control after all — that what he wanted all along was to lead me into a trap to destroy me for good.

Well, of course, if that was the case, I wasn't going to go down without a fight! I turned to him, bracing myself to throw the first bomb if I needed to…

And then Plasma said…that this was where he woke up after Buggler resurrected him.

That definitely caught me off guard. I had no idea what to say, so I gave the scenery another look. Somehow it seemed even more terrible, then, and I hadn't thought that was possible for a place like Planet Scrapheap.

Plasma went on to say that he didn't remember anything when he woke up from being scrapped. He said that all he knew was confusion, and disappointment, and betrayal. He said he didn't know where those feelings came from, only that they only grew stronger at the sight of so many discarded robots around him. He said it was those feelings that Buggler seized on in order to brainwash him into doing the awful bidding of the Buggler Army.

Then he stopped, and didn't say anything after that.

But you know? Somehow I understood him anyway.

I told Plasma that I got it. That he didn't need to apologize to me for what he did or what he felt. After all, people don't always appreciate us robots. Just because I'd disagreed with his reasons for revenge back then didn't mean I hadn't understood them. And, I made sure to point out to Plasma that he himself had said that Buggler had brainwashed him! He could only do as he'd been ordered. It wasn't his fault.

Plasma didn't seem convinced. (And honestly, I can't say I wouldn't have felt the same, in his place.) Still, I told him that there wasn't any point in worrying about the past when he had the future to look forward to. Besides, I thought he had the right idea in looking after the kids here. That's what all robots are made for, after all — to protect people.

But Plasma said it wasn't like that, not exactly. He said that after everything that happened with Buggler, there was something else he felt he had to do.

"You asked me why I came back," he said. "Here is your answer."

Plasma gestured at the mangled, mechanical mess that surrounded us for miles, where dust-covered metal faces seemed to stare back everywhere we looked. He didn't say anything after that. And this time, I didn't understand him at all.

Thinking about it now, though, it seems so obvious! Makes me feel a little dumb about having to ask him what he meant. I don't think I can do justice to how he explained himself, but it's important, so I'm going to do my best. So here goes!

Plasma said that he'd come back for the robots who might one day wake up like he did, with no memory of who they were or what they were meant to do. He wanted them to know that, even though they'd gotten thrown away, there was still someone who cared enough to pick them back up again in this industrial wasteland. He wanted them to see that, no matter how broken they were, they could still find a function to fulfill. And he wanted them to realize, faster than he did, that they didn't have to lash out and hurt innocent people in their pain.

"The cycle of hatred will end with me — I swear it," Plasma said, and I remember him saying it just like that because…well…it was awesome! The way he held his fist to his chest with such determination was just so…heroic, you know?

Not that I told Plasma any of that. I have a reputation to keep, after all!

My response to him wasn't anywhere near as cool, though. I just gave him a thumbs-up and told him I'd hold him to that. Which was true, at least! If Plasma ever goes evil again, you'd better believe I'd be the first in line to bring him back to his senses. It's the least he deserves, especially now that I know more about him.

Okay, but that whole thing I just talked about wasn't why Plasma called me to Planet Scrapheap. All of that stuff with him explaining himself, that was just because I'd asked him a question first and he wanted to give it the response he thought it deserved. Wasn't that great of him?

Anyway, the reason Plasma wanted to talk was because he wanted to know if I knew anything about who created me and my family. I gotta say, of all the questions I thought he'd ask, that wasn't one of them. I started to tell him the little things that I'd found out or remembered about our creator, but he interrupted me in the middle of it, asking if our creator had a daughter. I didn't remember him having one, so I told Plasma no, and I asked him why he wanted to know.

It turned out that after we defeated Buggler, Plasma talked with Magnet, Golem, and Phantom, and found out that they were all starting to remember an old scientist with a daughter. Their memories weren't complete, but they were sure that this was the man who created them. But Pretty, who had ended up in the same part of Planet Scrapheap as they did, was from my family. So Plasma couldn't help but wonder if the four of them came from the same place she did.

In other words…Plasma thought that he and I…might have been brothers!

Heck of a thing to think about, right?

But I was a little confused. Why did he call me all the way out here to talk about something like that? He could've just asked about it when he sent me the message in the first place.

Plasma just waved it off, saying something about having been paranoid, so I let it go. In any case, as much as I respect him, I didn't think I wanted to have him as a brother, and I told him so. After all, I've got enough siblings to look after already, especially now that Pretty's back.

And…ooooh, that started it!

Plasma crossed his arms and said, "What makes you think you would be the one looking after me?"

And of course I was like, "What?"

And he went on all like, "It's clear that you don't have much authority over your siblings. While your skill as a bomber-warrior is admirable, I have less faith in your ability as an older brother."

Can you believe him?! No way was I gonna let that stand!

I let him have it. I said, "Excuse me? What makes you think you're any better at this brother business? One of your siblings barely talks and the other two are just…a little focused, that's all! I dare you to deal with my crazy family for even ten minutes!"

Plasma asked if that was a formal challenge. I had to make myself calm down and think about it before I said something I'd really regret. Eventually I said I'd settle for him bringing Magnet over to play with Red, because I was seriously concerned that Red was going to blow up our TV if Magnet didn't stop cheating at video games. And Plasma agreed…except that he insisted that Red was the one cheating.

Hmph — like I don't know my own brother! I told him there was no way it could be Red, because Red was hotheaded, not underhanded. Plasma's argument was that Red didn't even give all of Magnet's traps on Planet Technopolis a proper chance, so even if he had spirit and strength, he probably didn't have honor.

That did it. I let Plasma know in no uncertain terms that one day we were going to settle this once and for all, and he was going to see that I was the better big brother between the two of us! Which I thought sounded cool and dramatic, but…Plasma didn't seem that impressed. He did say that he was looking forward to that day, though, so…I guess that's something.

And you know what? I'm looking forward to that day, too.

…but hopefully that day won't come any time soon, because I just got home to find the common room almost completely filled with Charabom plushies, storybooks, and bags of candy. Black said that Green convinced Pretty to spoil him silly with presents, and now Pretty's out doing karaoke downtown with Pink and Aqua for the third night in a row. At least Pink made lunch before she left, but…sigh.

Look — I totally still believe in our bond as siblings. We're just…adjusting a little now that Pretty's back, that's all! Anyway, things weren't anywhere near as bad as they could have been, so I'm going to call this a victory for my big brother skills. Once Pretty gets settled in with us, we're going to show the former Dastardly Bombers who's really boss — again!

The four of them should have a new name, though, don't you think? I don't want to keep calling Plasma and his brothers "the former Dastardly Bombers." They shouldn't be stuck with such a terrible name when all the "dastardly" stuff they did wasn't even really their fault in the first place.

Maybe Red would have some good ideas. He's always coming up with heroic names for himself and everyone he knows. Well, mostly himself, really. And most of them…aren't that great. But I'm sure we could come up with something if we worked hard enough at it!

Wait. What if we just called them "the Plasma Bros."? Note to self: run it by Red tomorrow.

Anyway, this is White — signing off!

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sora-g-silverwind · 6 years

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Well, isn’t this exciting! It turns out that voice actor Peter von Gomm, who plays White Bomber in Super Bomberman R, is open to creative collaboration with others, so I sat down and wrote an SBR fanfic (told from White’s POV) for him to narrate and the art to go with it. (Because the thing you do when you haven’t written in a particular canon before is to contact an official voice actor from that canon and ask if they’d want to work on something together with you, right?)

You can see other videos he’s done (as well as more information about collaborating with him) here on YouTube. Also, check out his Instagram!

Be on the lookout for Diary #2, which I will hopefully finish editing Soon, No Really I Mean It This Time, I’ll Stop Holding This Story Hostage For The Purposes Of My Own Insecurities So Please Put Down Your Bombs --

Below is the original script I sent. Note that there are at least two instances where Peter seems to have made minor changes to it, but it doesn’t really affect the overall story. EDIT: MY BAD, those changes were mine. I was looking at an older version of the script when checking it against the video. /double facepalms

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DIARY #1: AFTERMATH

Day 62 of Year 30XX. This is White, reporting in!

...not that it would be anyone else recording these diary entries, of course. I don't know why I always announce myself on these like you're going to suddenly hear Black babbling about things instead. Can you imagine if he had to do a diary entry? The entire thing would be a book's worth of words just on how perfect his antenna is. No way are you going to hear him summing up his day and thinking about what he might've learned from it. You may as well tell Yellow to stop drawing all over the walls, and we all know how things turned out when I did that.

(Can you believe the town is still finding crayons in the sewer tunnels, a month and a half later? And apparently a helicopter just spotted some scribbles on a skyscraper window that they missed the first time around. How did Yellow even get up there?! I know he's climbed some trees that even I won't touch, but man…)

Oops, I'm getting sidetracked. Sorry. But there's always a lot to talk about when it comes to my siblings, you know. Never a dull day when it comes to the lives of the Bomberman Bros., that's for sure!

Speaking of, listen to this. After breakfast this morning, this crazy madman named Buggler showed up on the TV outta nowhere, and declared that he was the new ruler of the universe!

Naturally, we weren't...or, I guess, I wasn't...about to let that stand, so we set out for the Starry Sky Solar System, where Buggler had begun his takeover. He'd sent his Five Dastardly Bombers there to keep each planet in the system under his control, and as you can probably imagine from their name, they were pretty tough cookies. Magnet Bomber used magnetic traps to mess with our bombs; Golem Bomber tried to crush us with his brute strength; Phantom Bomber almost got us trapped in cyberspace; Karaoke Bomber practically paralyzed us with her horrible singing, and Plasma Bomber was an unpredictable but skilled bomber-warrior. In the end, though? They were no match for the combined power of the Bomberman Bros.!

But then —

Wh…what the heck was that?! It sounded like a crash from upstairs…ugh, hang on, I'll be right back. I swear, if Red is picking fights with the birds again...

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Okay, I'm back. Whew! You'd think we'd all be too tired from a long day of fighting bad guys to start fighting each other, but...

Anyway, where was I? Right, we'd defeated all of the Five Dastardly Bombers. But once we defeated Plasma, we found out that all of the Dastardly Bombers were just scrapped robots that got resurrected and brainwashed by Buggler! And one of those robots? Was our long-lost sister, Pretty! Can you believe it, after all this time? I never thought I'd see her again after that accident...

Oh, yeah — apparently Black and Pretty were arguing upstairs over which of them was, well, prettier. The way Aqua told it, the two of them were going to settle the issue with a singing contest, since Black still refuses to fight girls, but then Red complained about how a singing contest wasn't exciting enough, and Blue complained that a singing contest was going to keep him from getting any sleep, and Green said he didn't understand why Black and Pretty were fighting over this because he couldn't see how Black could be prettier than someone actually named "Pretty," and Black got mad at that and told Green to stay out of "grown-up business," and Red told Black that he needed to start taking criticism like a Bomberman, and then Black got mad and kicked Red right in the face, and finally Aqua stepped in and…handled the situation.

That was what that crash was, by the way. Aqua punched Black and Red into the ceiling. Note to self: fix the ceiling tomorrow.

*sigh* You know, I'm glad Pretty's back with our family again, but if tonight is any indication, that also means I've got one more thing on my plate to deal with from now on.

…ah! I never finished talking about Buggler. It turned out that all that stuff with the Dastardly Bombers taking over the planets of the Starry Sky Solar System was just a distraction from Buggler's real goal, which was to turn Starry Sky's sun into a black hole large enough to swallow up the entire universe. He merged all of the Dastardly Bombers into a fearsome giant in order to destroy us once and for all, but when that didn't work, Buggler transformed into his ultimate form, becoming almost as big as the solar system itself. With some help from the freed Dastardly Bombers, though, we took him down, once and for all!

Well…I guess not "once and for all." Before he faded away, Buggler said that he was created from the evil in the hearts of all life-forms in the universe, and as long as that evil exists, he'll always return. Figures, right? Not that that'll change anything for us, of course! Justice always prevails, as I like to say, but it also doesn't get much sleep, what with always having to keep an eye out for any sign of trouble and all.

The good news is, the black hole disappeared and the sun came back! So Starry Sky is back to normal now. And we are, too. As normal as we can be, anyway.

You know…sometimes I wonder why me and my siblings were made the way we were. Our role is to protect the universe, but we have some serious issues getting along and understanding each other. And that seems kinda weird, doesn't it? Surely if we're supposed to protect the universe, we should be working together like a well-oiled machine, with all parts moving like clockwork. But instead, we're more like a bunch of parts that still need to be assembled.

And I can't help but think...did our creator make some sort of mistake with us?

Now don't get me wrong! It's not that I don't care about my siblings, or that I don't see what each of their strengths are, or anything like that. Of course I do! I'm their older brother. That's what I do.

But if we were created to protect the universe, what possible point could there be to something like Blue's constant laziness? Or Yellow's total inability to notice danger? Or Pink's strange sense of priorities?

Or...is there something wrong with me...because I can't see how those things are supposed to help us out...?

Well, I don't think I'm going to get anywhere worrying about that tonight. Maybe it's not even that important to know, anyway. We saved the day despite all our problems, and that definitely counts for something. It might even count for everything! Really, when you think about it, it's amazing that we pulled it off at all! Yeah, we can always do better…but it doesn't mean that what we did accomplish wasn't already good to begin with.

*yawn* Oh, boy. I guess that's my cue to head to bed. I've said enough for now, anyway. Peace may have returned to the universe, but it definitely hasn't returned to our family here on Planet Bomber. Not that it was ever here to begin with, I don't think.

Anyway, this is White — signing off!

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