Chapter Hall: Oats
Jet and Metal Sonic paced the roomed and stared at the non-awake Sonic the Hedgething.
"Why is love so complicated?" asked Metal Sonic with his life depending on wise hawk words.
Jet wanted to reveal a sediment, but didn't because he had gloves.
"I only want perfection to come across as genuine…" said Metal Sonic.
Jet then began to speak in code: "D4, Alabama. 29. Lemon. Manta Ray. Belligerent. Benign. Assign. Design. Crowd. 32. 45. Square. Trapezoid. Mystic."
Metal Sonic was a robo tho. He could do code in his mind of steel. He thought the words and was able to decode the message. He then walked up very close to Jet and took a trophy.
"Why are you taking that trophy?" asked the hawkboy.
"I have a mighty reason!" said Metal and he stuffed the trophy into his satchel. He could feel the power getting goodly.
"I want Sonic awake too," said Jet with a concerned look of bird and fowl. "Do not get hasty. See? I do not steal, but you are doing just that!"
"That's because I'm a steel-type, homie!" explained Metal Sonic. He then ran away crying and trying to form ideas about love and quince bread.
Metal Sonic then saw Blaze on the horizon. He prepared the attack. "You are a doer who did?" he asked with a reasoning response.
Blaze noticed Metal and did her walk up to him. She was wearing two obvious rings on a single hand. One fingy each to accompany her powerful power.
The robot Sonic gasped and took out his sledgehammer. "This is a warrior's moment!" he cried with gumption.
Blaze did fire and burnt the hammer to a dead hammer state. "Now look at what you've accomplished here, man!" she said with her spirit of flames.
Metal cried and held the dear hammer because he finally experienced love for the first time. It was in the worst possible way because he only learnt it due to the loss of his truly treasured item. This was a philosophy statement that he had not wished to partake in, but it did grant him an infernal sense of knowledge. "This great obelisk!" he pondered as he made metaphors in his iron head.
"This is a destructive nuance. Please don't do any more knowledge-seeking, Broseph!" said Blaze to the weeping metal man.
"You hurt my feelings, person!" Metal wailed, then he shot tremendous laser action!
Blaze killed the lasers with her ring power. She was a poem of courage and destruction.
"Who have you become?" asked the metal fella.
"Behold my mission of death!" said Blaze. "I am an ascended chicky babe!"
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