What are we? (Sonic x Metal Sonic)
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Why do you have to haunt my dreams?
Sonic had made a tombstone for Metal. It was secret, since the others would probably think Sonic was nuts for making it. He even brought flowers sometimes, blue and yellow ones.
He wondered if Metal would've liked those colours because Sonic liked them. Or hated them because of it. Metal was similar to him, but… but not like that. He had been his own person. For as long as he was still 'alive'.
I tried to save you, didn't I?
They went back to the site yesterday. The lava had stilled somewhat, and the place stirred up a whirlwind of bad memories. Tails hadn't been thrilled to go there, but when Sonic had found that disc, Tails had squealed excitedly and asked if he could have a look at it.
Of course he could. There was nothing for Sonic to see there anymore.
I didn't hate you, in the end
It was just… the way he went down. Sonic could still recall the heat of the lava, how it felt like it burnt him even though he wasn't that close to it. It must've burnt like – like he didn't know what down there. And Metal swatted his hand away.
Tails said Metal would've just taken Sonic down with him, if Sonic had managed to catch his hand. That they both would've melted together, faster than what you'd think was possible…
But what if Sonic could've dragged him up instead?
Did you hate me?
Tails said that the disc was incredible. That there as so much information, and… and that Metal's personality was there. All of it, saved there, intact. –But that Metal's memories were gone.
Did Sonic want a blank and memoryless Metal? Did he want him back? At all?
I'm sorry you had to go
"I don't have anything to install it on, 'cept for this computer. Do you still-?"
"Yes," Sonic said. "Just… do it."
Tails nodded a bit awkwardly, and then he pressed a few keys so that a loading screen appeared. He typed something in, and the computer whirred audibly. Sonic barely dared to breathe, and tried to stop hoping…
Tails pressed one last key. He got up from the chair, and said sheepishly, "It should be done in a few minutes, but I had this thing I should do so…"
"Yeah, yeah. Thanks," Sonic said, and waved Tails away. The fox quickly disappeared – he hadn't liked Metal – and that left Sonic alone with the computer and the chair. He sat down, and stared at the screen, which glowed blue in the darkness.
Will this really work?
And suddenly the computer dinged. Sonic startled, and waited without breathing for a few seconds. At first, it was just incoherent rows of various symbols typing themselves on the screen. And then it stopped.
Who are you? It wrote in square-like letters. Sonic's eyes widened, and he hesitantly began typing.
-A friend.
There was a pause. And then a few sentences appeared, Friend. There are countless definitions of what a friend could be. Someone who has a close personal relationship of mutual affection and trust with another is the dictionary's definition of a friend.
Is that what I am to you?
Sonic didn't hesitate this time. Yes. You're my friend. If you want to, he then added.
Processing.
Yes. Having a friend would be the optimal choice. I would like to be your friend.
-And Sonic finally grinned again, after all those horrible weeks. Yeah. Friends
