Chapter 08

Mystic Mansion-Cell

Celestial groaned as she awakened, a sharp pain in here head. She opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by darkness, only able to make out a slight glow from a grate in the cell door. "What is going on?"

"You've been brought into my keep." Came a cold voice, one that sent a shiver down Celestial's back.

"Who's there?" she asked, getting to her feet, the pain hitting her worse for disobediently trying to move while it was there.

There was a laugh. "I am just someone concerned with the way you're life is going, dear Celestial."

Her eyes widened. "How do you know my name? Oh god, am I… back in GUN?" she knew she couldn't take it, being in control of them again.

The laugh came again. "Oh, do not worry about that, Celestial. I am the opposite of GUN. They are quite corrupted by there own mission for a utopian world. I, however, have a clear view on making the world a good place for creatures such as yourself."

"Who are you?" she asked again, fear in her voice. She hated this darkness. She couldn't tell where the voice was coming from, and she didn't even know where she was.

"My identity is unimportant for now. I simply give you an ultimatum."

"What's that? Die or join you. I'm sick of organization's that think they're helping the world through threats and-"

"You misunderstand. I have no thoughts of killing you, my miracle."

"Miracle? What are you talking about?"

"You do not see yourself as such? A perfect being created through technology and organics. You, one made with such power, and you don't think you are great?"

"I'm used to being called a freak, or a monstration. And that's what I am. A being that was created in a test tube, treated as nothing but a killing machine, shown no love. SO, even if you consider me perfect, I'm not. I'm just an uncared for monster. Even the people I thought were my friends think so. A 'bioengineered freak.'" She said, quoting Funk's words. Tears were welling up in her eyes.

"You are nothing of the sort. You are someone who deserves to be treated as royalty. Someone who-"

"Just give me your damn offer." She said angrily, tears rolling down her cheeks. She pushed the quills covering her eyes back, only for them to fall back into the same position.

"You can either go back to the loneliness and cold that you've felt for you're entire life. Or, you can help me, help make the world understand what creatures like you and I are good for. What do you say?"

Celestial sat there, curled up, thinking for longer than she knew. A home? People who cared for her? She'd never thought that would be possible, even with Funk and Endigo. What could she say? She thought over it more than anything else in her life. But finally, she gave her answer.

And Metal Sonic, though he couldn't smile, sure as hell would have.

To be continued…

First, sorry for taking so long with this. Secondly, sorry for it being short. But, on the second, I won't be seeing this computer for a year, and I have no way to transport the words I've written, so, a short chapter. However, I promise a very long chapter when I next update. Actually, whenever I make a promise, it fails, don't it. Well, it'll be longer than this. Peace.