- Three months later -
Sonic lay in his bed, just staring at the ceiling - once he got up, he looked as though he was dead.
After realizing he'd killed his friends, Sonic had dragged their corpses to the nearest city; the least he could do for them was give them a proper burial - or at least take them to someone who can give them a proper burial, since Sonic assumed he couldn't take a step into a city without G.U.N. wanting to capture him, or without the humans and Mobians to call him a murderer. It wasn't the first time this happened, mind you; due to his demon form, there were people who feared him, despised him, wanted him to be locked up, or worse. Those people existed from the start, but they were a minority until he killed his own friends. That's when their number grew.
With anger arising within him, Sonic punched a wall, surprised when his fist smashed right through it. Sonic shook the dust off of his fist and glanced at his hand. He'd found that this was something that came about after his demon transformation - his strength, speed, durability, etc - they were all increased. His theory was that, due to him absorbing so much chaos energy, some of that energy crept up into his regular form. Though, since Tails was dead, he couldn't go to him for an analysis...
Sonic, for a time, considered suicide, but he eventually shot down that idea: it probably wouldn't have worked anyways due to his durability. So he opted to disappear, never to be seen again - barely anybody wanted him around anymore, and he really didn't want to show up in public, even if they didn't hate him.
Right now, he was living in a house that he kept in secret, even to his own friends. It was place where he could rest and have some time to himself, though considering how much he traveled, he didn't use it often. Sonic remembered when he was yanked into the Arabian Nights in this place: he was just in the middle of a cold, and wanted to rest, only to be thrown into another adventure. Sighing to himself, Sonic decided that resting there would be the safest option.
He knew he would eventually need to leave to grab something to eat, or get back into traveling the world again, whatever comes first. Usually, he used a cloak to cover himself from the rest of the word, or to comfortably go to the funeral of one of his friends without attracting attention. Looking back, it was a miracle that nobody tried to look behind his cloak, but at least he managed to pay his respects without much trouble. He remembered how many people went to weep for their heroes - the Chaotix, Cream and Vanilla, Gemerl, Big, many of his past friends,, and even G.U.N. came for team dark (he was completely wrong about those guys). He remembered how angry people were at him, wishing he was brought to justice...
Feeling empty, Sonic sighed and went to sleep.
Cubot could only cry… or at least, the robot equivalent of crying, while Orbot was pacing around, unsure about what to do. They managed to survive Sonic's rampage, mostly because Sonic didn't consider them worth the effort of killing. He had proceeded to wreck the rest of the robots in the area, leaving them alone. They were saddened by the death of their creator, or father, as they had previously called him. Sure, they tended to mock him, but they still cared for him! And now that he was dead, who would lead the Eggman Empire?! They weren't ready for that kind of responsibility!
They were snapped away from their thoughts when someone entered the facility: Metal Sonic. He immediately arrived to where the two robots where. "Brothers!" he said as he greeted them. "I heard what happened to father!" He too, was affected by Eggman's death.
"METAL! IT WAS HORRIBLE! FIRST SONIC AND HIS FRIENDS ARRIVED, AND THEN THEY GOT INTO A FIGHT WITH DAD! AND THEN SONIC WENT FOR THE EMERALDS AND THEN...A-AND THEN…" Cubot couldn't even finish the sentence, trailing off, not wanting the memories to resurface.
"Sonic went crazy like usual, but this time, he ascended a level beyond super form - something our father called 'hyper form'. He proceeded to kill everyone, except us..." Orbot looked down at the ground.
"So, that loathsome copy killed our father. Hmph." Metal clenched his fists. "Well, I can't let him get away after that! From this day forward, I shall lead the Eggman Empire!" He tapped into the power he'd gotten from the labyrinth years ago, as was quickly surrounded by a purple aura that flickered with electricity, just as Sonic's demon form did. "I shall reign in my father's place as the ruler of this world! AND I SHALL REMAIN, AS THE ONE AND ONLY SONIC!" His aura flared up while he laughed manically, before it dissipated entirely, and he seemed to relax after his little episode. "Now, if you excuse, me I'm gonna change my appearance to fit my new role as the leader of this empire." By that, he meant things like regaining his Neo form, which would help to increase his power, as well as giving himself new abilities, such as shapeshifting. He intended to paint himself black - he'd always wanted to do that, but Eggman had always refused. With that he left.
Orbot was torn. On one hand, Metal could indeed be a worthy successor to Eggman - he was his most successful creation, being one of his strongest, so he could certainly defend himself without extra machines and his genius, on occasion, could rival the late doctor's.
On the other hand, the robot was very clearly deranged, probably not having got rid of his insanity after he was previously defeated by Sonic. He tended to have Sonic's flaws like his recklessness, his ego, and his temper, which could get worse now that Eggman isn't around. The little episode he suffered now could very easily be an indicator of what was to come. True, his father was insane as well, but he knew how to keep his composure, and could still plan ahead, even when he was fueled by his ego. Orbot guessed he'd just have to wait and see what the future had in mind for them. He then went to Calm down Cubot, who was fearful for his life.
In the middle of a particular one of Eggman's factories, robots laid broken and in pieces, while some monochrome jackals looted the place. The leader of said jackals picked up his phone. He had heterochromia - with a blue left eye, and a yellow right one. His left eye also happened to feature a white scar over it. He donned military clothing like the other jackals he commanded.
"Yes… Okay, I understand." He turned to the other jackals. "Jackal squad, we've been offered a job by G.U.N. Once we're done here, we shall head to the G.U.N. headquarters. Understood?" He then received a collaborative "Yes, sir!" from his fellow jackals.
The leader then glanced at his phone once more. "I wonder what G.U.N. wants with us…?" And with that, he went to wait outside.
Can't help but feel unsatisfied with this chapter.
Anyways, editor is nia way/blaze. You are awesome
