I've been alive and I've been dead. If I had to choose between the two? I prefer dead. There's a lot less pain. I pushed myself to my iron clad feet and looked my adversary in the eye. How many times have we repeated danced? Fighting, racing, making each other's lives miserable. The only thing that keeps me from shutting down for good and to keep Robotnik from putting me back together is that I enjoy our deadly dance, and I will finally sleep for good, is when this copy puts the original blue blur six feet under the earth.

My name is Metal Sonic, and I enjoy my dance with this arrogant hedgehog.

I fought him with my fists, feet, his own abilities, heck, I've even used guns, followed him to alternate realities. I've sided with the blue blur on a few occasions as well, and saw where his power wells from, but never for long.

The kick comes in fast and high, knocking me back once more, this time into a nearby tree. He was always quick to use the environment to his advantage. I fall to the ground and I knew that if I had a mouth I would have that same smile that he has on now. Who could have thought that a being of bolts and rivets could find a brother made of flesh and blood?

I dash forward and catch him in the jaw with my right hand. The blow sends him flying, but not for long, he lands in a roll and on comes his signature spin dash, the sudden change from prey to predator isn't unexpected. I stand my ground, and catch the blue blur, pushed back a little bit, but it's not enough, and before I can get a good grip on him he leaps off, landing in a crouch.

Ready for trouble, chaos is second nature to him, always unpredictable, but reliable to those he calls friends. Speaking of which, the red unit, Knuckles I believe they've called him, appeared under my feet, his fist caught me under the chin, and for the briefest of instants, I lose all sense of up and down.

Another difference, I envy him and he doesn't envy me. The two stand before me, like two towers of steel, unshakable, unmovable, supporting each other. However, in a flash of insight, I notice New Mobotropolis behind me, I realize I can go and wreak havoc for a time, but I throw the notion away. My goal was emerald eyed, blue, and incredibly fast.

I will die, but I don't care, as long as I can repeat this dance for as long as I can I don't care and once more, and many times after I speed forward, to my goal, to my death, to my enemy, to my eternal friend, and only true family.

I once told him that there can only be one sonic. But I no longer believe that we are the same. Maybe I never did, but, so long as the other stands, our fight will never be done. We share an intense joy in our fight, and it is a joy I wouldn't trade for the world

My name is Metal Sonic, and I love the dance of death that I share with my brother.