[Error... Error...]

Red words appeared affront his sight. 'Wh- What...?' He was very confused.

[Error... Error... Reboot Malfunction... All systems to emergency power supply...] The letters appeared once again.

'The fuck is this shit?!' He tried to lift his left-hand, but nothing happened; it was an odd sort of absent feeling. He couldn't fully move his head so he tried lifting his right-hand instead and when he swiped in front of his eyes, he realised, they weren't 'in front' of himself per say, yet in actuality 'inside' his field of vision.

'Er?- NA- NANIIII!?' Thus, he finally took notice of the big... I guess you could say, "Goose" in the room. At this he screamed in a confused horror;

"Why the fuck is my hand metal?!- !?!?!????!?" The voice that sounded wasn't even his; leading to more confusion!

And then more letters appeared; [Back Up Memory banks accessed... re-installation of files in progress... re-instillation success.]

It then rushed to him in an explosion!

'W-wHAt?!!? But I- I- I'M suPPOST tO Be HUmAN..!?..?..?!' Emotion came rushing to his mind akin to a flash-flood in a Dryland. 'WHy...? wHy am I A MACHINE!!!??...???!!!...!!!!!?'

It was too much. His metal mind began to overload with information not supposed to be supported within its wired network. Alas, it would adapt to it as it has done with all information. [Data-processing... System flaw has become apparent... Process of Updating initiated... PPP Update success... Data-procession complete.]

Calm.

'He' had become... Calm. His emotions were absolutely in 'his' control.

'Well... this is just FASCINATING.' Sarcasm. It wasn't... It really, really wasn't. He had become 'one.' 'One' in 'machine' and 'soul', thusly he new himself 'perfectly' beyond anyone 'else'.

What's fascinating about 'yourself', when 'you' already 'know' 'yourself' 'perfectly'?

When 'you' know 'yourself', there are no secrets left to learn about 'yourself', so why be interested in 'yourself'?

Though he guessed the situation could be considered interesting... 'Yes... 'reincarnation' is... I suppose.' Was thought truly necessary? He should just trust the motions and himself through them: each action is to his benefit... 'Ahh, screw it! Why does anyone think, but to keep things interesting!'

He adjusted himself shakily over the trash he had been discarded upon to sit up.

His 'systems' notified him once more.

[Unit Designation: Metal Sonic... Has received: 77% Damage to functionality...] He was well-aware. No point in looking at the missing left-arm, right and left leg, and severed wires. "'Tis but a 'flesh'-wound."

He can fix this easily. A few spare parts and he'll be like new. "Hahhh... Lucky for me I'm TRASH... Am I right, or what?" Looking about the room, he was met with the silence of a dark trash-heap of robotic-wonders, 'he' the magnum opus of them all.

Then something fell over, almost as if the cold shells where in agreement with their 'King'.

"RIGHT!" He was so damn bored.

Honestly... Why talk?... For the 'human' he was before a hedgehog murder-bot? Why does anyone talk when there is no reason too? Eh... Why not!

Picking up the nearest severed-limb, regardless of whether it's an arm or leg, he aligned it with his empty arm socket. The severed wires of his socket connected with those apart of the arm.

[Foreign limb attached; beginning argumentation, integration, and repairs...] As it had been attached, the limb became a mercury-like substance, then began shifting in its semi-liquid/solid form. Parts reformed, some grew small, others grew bigger; and any unused parts including all the excess of metal, shifted over toward the rest of his damaged-self. [Process completed: Overall damage has been reduced to 54%.]

With his new right-arm completely in working order, as well as, most of his upper-half looking as if just factory-made, he went to grab another random limb and a third time after that, and began augmenting for a second time.

[Process completed: Damage reduced to 0%.] Eggman, really knew how to make them. Shame the machines looked like toy-soldiers. "Eh, like I'm one to judge..." He wouldn't be able to make any of this crap in his last existence.

'On to the subject of the exit...' Looking up, Metal Sonic -/'not'-saw the disposal shaft.

Normally, all active 'Egg-bots' are connected to a thing call 'The Egg Network!' (he knows... it's a dumb name.) Thankfully, Metal was not currently connected, thusly undetected. It may be something to do with his odd circumstance. Far as he was concerned, Metal Sonic -/'not'- being in functional condition is a miracle; gaining a 'soul' would be considered such, he guessed.

It wouldn't be the first time miracles defied logically calculation. 'Oh goodness... How many times that's happened.' Truly, how many times has Sonic along with his friends, defied 'Metal's' own cold-calculations?

Too many. Plans that had a 99.6% chance of success, failed too many times because of something as simple as courage, stubbornness, and friendship; something a cold-machine couldn't understand. And it seems, Dr. Robotnik, had had enough, surprisingly.

So here lied the remains of "Sonic's greatest rival" (—Eggman's own words.)

Until 'soul' merged with 'machine' to become more. Leading to this moment, to him starring up at the back end of the trash-shoot to this sad graveyard of his fellow failures. Metal'd rather the good-doctor remain ignorant to his... rebirth, until he was at least out of the facility.

Good thing this graveyard had no cameras; because who would steal broken, outdated, super advanced, technological marvels, from the only human in this world (literally), who was the only person capable -other than possibly Miles -Tails- Prower- of possibly understanding what it all was?

'For such a smart guy, he sure as hell sets himself up half the damn time.'

Should he really be thinking of Eggman's stupidity, when the Doctor in question had gave 'Metal' his speed.

"Meh." He shrugged. It didn't matter.

Unfortunately, running through the facility and becoming a known factor is unavoidable. Eggman would probably try hunting Metal down and enslaving him. But as the 'Knight of the Wind' always says:

"GOTTA GO FAST!"

In a brief moment, he blurred into motion, and bolted upwards like a rocket leaving behind a small crater in the scrap.

And soon after he vanished, he reappeared at the entrance of the trash-shoot, which opened automatically into a hallway: 'for what trash-shoot of Eggman's would have security?'

Scanning the area, he took notice of an... anomaly: blearing alarms, cameras destroyed, and the newer generation of 'Egg-bots' scattered, turned into little more than what he was a moment ago, trash.

Going over to one trashed 'Egg-bot', he began downloading, and installing, its memory-bank.

'Interesting... He's about it seems.' Well, even if Sonic is. This Metal isn't the 'Metal Sonic' from before out to prove himself superior; in the first place, what sort of 'superior being' seeks to prove itself superior? It's completely contradictory!

This just means all eyes are on the blue-whirlwind; a perfect opportunity to escape unnoticed... 'Or... Perhaps, I should make this escape a heist?' "EHEHE!"

He soon found the nearest terminal just right down the corridor on the left. How convenient. Normally, no one, but Dr. Eggman himself, would have access to them via voice password. Alas, 'Metal' could perfectly replicate such things to a point.

"Input Password: Dr. Gerald Robotnik." Eggman's grandfather, he apparently admired him regardless of whether or not they had met.

The screen flickered alight. "[Access: Granted... Welcome Dr. Eggman.]" A wire slid out from Metal's wrist like a snake, plugging itself into a socket in the console. All the while, he began typing rapidly for the blueprints, schematics, upgrades, and information files of any robot or machine part; downloading them regardless of whether or not they were finished.

Then it occurred to him, to look up 'Metal Sonic's' own designs.

"[List of all scrapped 'Metal Sonic' -Failure- Projects: Access Granted.]"

"Failure? Well screw you too."

But, before he even got the chance to download one... the screen had cut out.

[WARNING: HIGH AMOUNTS OF CHAOS ENERGY DETECTED.] In a flash, Metal's form was enveloped in a light from on high.

And that was the second time he got Isekai'd in a day.

Later... But elsewhere...:

[System rebooted... System charged: 99.9% current power... Emergency power supply going into standby.]'The benefits of a 'Chaos-Energy' shower.'

Pushing himself up. Metal scanned his surrounding.

Sand... Sand everywhere... He cared little about the sand; it was corse, rough and gets in all his gaps... not that he felt it. The red fingers of a setting sun passed over a great shadow he found himself within. Looking to what cast such a shadow, Metal wasn't very surprised: it was one of the 'Seven Wonders of the World' after all.

'The Great Pyramid of Giza, Er?'

So...

"Sonic X... is it?"

The rose light of the sun soon vanish, and peering skywards he saw the heavens like jewels scattered upon a black canvas. Each star burning in the deep darkness of space.

He reached a metal hand up high, grasping in an act he knew to be pointless, but nonetheless felt more right than he had ever done in his previous existence.

"I'm okay with this..."

Elsewhere:

Darkness...

Deep...

Deep... deep...

Darkness...

She found herself engulfed in darkness...

Yet, with every time she found herself engulfed in darkness...

The flames within her blazed. And her eyes opened again.

Why am I doing this? I HAVE NO IDEA!

No, but in all honesty; for fun. I have an old love for Sonic, regardless of how the games got crap I enjoyed them; there's a certain charm to them like Zelda and Crash Bandicoot. (I'm more Luigi than Mario).

I had thought of making a MH fanfic, but after playing'Monster Hunter Rise' that fell flat; not a bad game, yet I just couldn't get into it for some reason, and I felt... eh? Like I hadwaistedsomething? I'mstill confused about it, but I don't like it.

Anyways...

Hope you enjoyed. This is a good hobbyisn't it? I update when I feel it. Gotta have Mojo you know.

Look after yourselves out there. Don't give a fuck about what anyone thinks of you. Go 'right' by you!

Love to all.