FINALLY! I get to post these. These are quick stories I've written that fall both in and out of normal Canon, and one branches off into Hero Factory. So, without further ado, I give you:
Mr. Makuro coughed loudly, shocking the robots tending to him. They weren’t used to tending after anything even remotely organic, let alone a being that was more than half organic. They didn’t know how to fix him. Oh well. He had lived a good life. He pressed his head weakly against the pillow behind him, and slowly his thoughts turned back to a time before he had created all this. A time when he was a hero, and before that when he was just a villager without a purpose. A time when he didn’t know the meaning of the word responsibility. A time before Hero Factory. A time before time. He smiled as he closed his eyes for the final time.
As soon as the founder was dead, the world faded away around him, changing from a room in a huge robotic city to a calm beach. Palm trees blew in the breeze, their verdant color gleaming against the stark blue of the sky. The ocean below was deep and mysterious, and there was a giant capsule resting gently against the golden sand. He slowly opened his eyes. He realized he didn’t remember a single thing, and then noticed a blue object in front of him. He walked over to it, shielding his eyes from the light shining off his red and yellow armor. Picking up the object, he noticed it had a strange face etched into it, with an elongated mouth, and eyes sunk within deeper holes. There were gashes in the side and top of the object. For some reason, he placed the object on his face, and to his surprise, it stuck. As soon as it was firmly on his face, he felt rejuvenated, and then noticed a small blue figure, similar in stature to himself, waving at him. He picked up the sack lying next to him, slung it over his back, and walked toward the being, adventure rising within his mind. Whatever his past might be, the future was before him. It was time to get started.