Author's Note: This was written to prove that my writing isn't.... lacking as much as it did before. This was written to occupy my mind when I was alone, or when I didn't feel well. This was written because part of me was pleading to write it. Also, because recently the Sonic section as far as writing is concerned gets pretty... bad. And non-Sonicish.
Blood Is Thicker
The sun rose later than usual, it seemed. The night had dragged through like it would never end, but at long last daybreak had gradually shone through past the mountains and over the tree tops...
Far below this, however... Past the sun's glorified morning rays... Someone whom everyone had come to know so well did not bother to rest. The dim light of the metal room gave everything a slightly odd greenish aura... capsules row after row... Robot prototypes, first copies, etc... A weary man pushed his goggles from his eyes to back atop his head, and let out a slight sigh, a cross between is massive annoyance, and exhaustion. Wearily, he let go of his metal tool and let it drop to the floor heavily, its metal-on-metal sound echoeing through the small area.
"AWAKEN, YOU USELESS PIECE OF JUNK!" he boomed suddenly, somewhat startling himself at the loudness of the tone. "...How many hours did I put INTO this useless thing anyhow...?" Easy question, easy answer. Far beyond twenty-four hours straight, that was for certain. Shining blue metal sat still... the eyes pure black due to its lack of complete restoration. The body of the blue machine was still scratched and the exterior metal torn.... Pieces were missing. Thus far, the only part looking as it should was the face. The face.... twenty-four hours of straight labour had only repaired that much. To a genius of that level, this was more than entirely frustrating.
Eggman kicked hard at the floor and slammed the capsule shut. "I wasted ages trying to repair you, Metal Sonic, and all I get out of this is a small amount completed." Annoyed, he stormed to the stairs and walked up. "Is there NO WAY to rid myself of that damned hedgehog?! Is this a fight I waste my time TRYING?!" He growled to himself, and walked to another capsule. Kept inside this one was another robot. Silver Sonic. Something he hadn't used in ages. The robot was far too slow for combat against Sonic, who ran easily thousands of miles an hour if he really wanted to. It definatly had the strength in its metal claws to tear him to bits, but it lacked the speed to catch him. Metal Sonic was the only one capable of keeping up; possibly one of his proudest machines, but likely one of the weakest.
And then... a blatantly obvious idea came to him. So blatantly obvious, in fact, that Eggman nearly kicked something over in idiocy.
Combine the two.
Metal Sonic was fast enough, but far from durable and strong enough, and Silver Sonic was strong and durable, but definatly too slow....
Excellent...
He immediatly set to it, wasting no time. He tore alot of good strong pieces off Silver Sonic and set to adding to Metal Sonic...
Meanwhile another mechanical genius was at work, only this one was using his skill for good. Miles "Tails" Prower rubbed sleep from his eyes as he realised it was now dawn, and smiled drowsily at his mechanic handy work. Like Eggman, he has unintentionally ended up with spending the entire night working, neglecting to rest.
"Alright...! Finished... My new Cy----" He paused as a huge yawn escaped his mouth. "...Cyclone MK II..." he finished. His eyes closed half way and he forced himself awake. "Gosh, stop staying up so late!" he scolded himself quietly. He decided to leave everything where it was; he'd clean up after some rest. With another loud yawn, he turned and walked to his bedroom, paying no heed to the oil all over his white and buckled gloves, or how messy his fur and tails looked.
Tails kicked off the red and white sneakers, and flopped heavily onto the bed. Dreams...
Late morning sunshine flooded across the city, over the huge buildings, across the highways... over the shimmering ocean nearby. All was realitively quiet... Not much more to expect on a Sunday...
"WOOOOO!" After the cry of thrill came familiar laughter, and moments later, hopping from building top to building top came none other than Sonic the Hedgehog. Grinning in a way that was almost trademark to him, he took a loop around the pointed top of a sky scraper, and ran straight down the side of the structure, swerving drastically until he was about ten feet above the ground... At this point, the continued his high-speed run over the roads, free as he liked, surpassing the speed of everything else there was.
Not a care in the world to Sonic...
"...Mwaha... Assembly nearly complete..."
Blood Is Thicker
The sun rose later than usual, it seemed. The night had dragged through like it would never end, but at long last daybreak had gradually shone through past the mountains and over the tree tops...
Far below this, however... Past the sun's glorified morning rays... Someone whom everyone had come to know so well did not bother to rest. The dim light of the metal room gave everything a slightly odd greenish aura... capsules row after row... Robot prototypes, first copies, etc... A weary man pushed his goggles from his eyes to back atop his head, and let out a slight sigh, a cross between is massive annoyance, and exhaustion. Wearily, he let go of his metal tool and let it drop to the floor heavily, its metal-on-metal sound echoeing through the small area.
"AWAKEN, YOU USELESS PIECE OF JUNK!" he boomed suddenly, somewhat startling himself at the loudness of the tone. "...How many hours did I put INTO this useless thing anyhow...?" Easy question, easy answer. Far beyond twenty-four hours straight, that was for certain. Shining blue metal sat still... the eyes pure black due to its lack of complete restoration. The body of the blue machine was still scratched and the exterior metal torn.... Pieces were missing. Thus far, the only part looking as it should was the face. The face.... twenty-four hours of straight labour had only repaired that much. To a genius of that level, this was more than entirely frustrating.
Eggman kicked hard at the floor and slammed the capsule shut. "I wasted ages trying to repair you, Metal Sonic, and all I get out of this is a small amount completed." Annoyed, he stormed to the stairs and walked up. "Is there NO WAY to rid myself of that damned hedgehog?! Is this a fight I waste my time TRYING?!" He growled to himself, and walked to another capsule. Kept inside this one was another robot. Silver Sonic. Something he hadn't used in ages. The robot was far too slow for combat against Sonic, who ran easily thousands of miles an hour if he really wanted to. It definatly had the strength in its metal claws to tear him to bits, but it lacked the speed to catch him. Metal Sonic was the only one capable of keeping up; possibly one of his proudest machines, but likely one of the weakest.
And then... a blatantly obvious idea came to him. So blatantly obvious, in fact, that Eggman nearly kicked something over in idiocy.
Combine the two.
Metal Sonic was fast enough, but far from durable and strong enough, and Silver Sonic was strong and durable, but definatly too slow....
Excellent...
He immediatly set to it, wasting no time. He tore alot of good strong pieces off Silver Sonic and set to adding to Metal Sonic...
Meanwhile another mechanical genius was at work, only this one was using his skill for good. Miles "Tails" Prower rubbed sleep from his eyes as he realised it was now dawn, and smiled drowsily at his mechanic handy work. Like Eggman, he has unintentionally ended up with spending the entire night working, neglecting to rest.
"Alright...! Finished... My new Cy----" He paused as a huge yawn escaped his mouth. "...Cyclone MK II..." he finished. His eyes closed half way and he forced himself awake. "Gosh, stop staying up so late!" he scolded himself quietly. He decided to leave everything where it was; he'd clean up after some rest. With another loud yawn, he turned and walked to his bedroom, paying no heed to the oil all over his white and buckled gloves, or how messy his fur and tails looked.
Tails kicked off the red and white sneakers, and flopped heavily onto the bed. Dreams...
Late morning sunshine flooded across the city, over the huge buildings, across the highways... over the shimmering ocean nearby. All was realitively quiet... Not much more to expect on a Sunday...
"WOOOOO!" After the cry of thrill came familiar laughter, and moments later, hopping from building top to building top came none other than Sonic the Hedgehog. Grinning in a way that was almost trademark to him, he took a loop around the pointed top of a sky scraper, and ran straight down the side of the structure, swerving drastically until he was about ten feet above the ground... At this point, the continued his high-speed run over the roads, free as he liked, surpassing the speed of everything else there was.
Not a care in the world to Sonic...
"...Mwaha... Assembly nearly complete..."