OH BOY ITS BEEN A WHILE WELP HERE YA GO
Amy stumbles through the snow, white breath wisping in the treacherous winds as she went around the shaking house to find the basement Shutting off the generator should turn off the T.V, once that's shut off, hopefully Sonic could get the upper hand and free Tails' body.
Hopefully.
She stifles the urge to gasp after surprising herself with the dangerous afterthought. The door to the attic was becoming just barely visible in the blizzard, and she was trudging through the storm with all of her worth.The sooner, the better, she thinks, thinking back to Sonic, and how his dark form was now clearly starting to get the better of him.
Just hang on guys, just hang on…
WHAM! A shot to the stomach has Sonic gasping for breath and reeling as he is knocked into the outer wall, this time exacerbating the crack and shattering the side entirely. Cold air rushed into the room and pelted against Sonic's glowing skin, causing him to shiver. Blood dripping from his lip, he wiped it and found it hard to get back up once again. The wind was really knocked out of him this time. Shaking as he stands, cloudy puffs of air invade his vision, and he tightens his grip on Tails' plush body, the only thing keeping his old self attached to the world. Sonic felt his thoughts, no, it's Thoughts, start to invade him once again… he couldn't keep this up forever, but he had to stop this… thing… right?
Or maybe it's for the rush…
Sonic shivers once again, but a smile comes to his lips.
You haven't felt this excited in a long time, haven't you?
Shaking his head, Sonic grunts and knocks the side of his head once, trying to deter these thoughts away from him. He knows he is starting to lose his grip, but he very well can't give up now, not when he's so close… or is he even close?
This thing, now coming towards him slowly, almost with twisted, sociopathic amusement, and flicking those horrible appendages through the air like cracking whips. Sonic couldn't even bear to look at the face, the face of someone he loves so dearly, with soulless, unblinking eyes and horrible black teeth, Sonic refuses to believe this is even the same body Tails had before.
"Tails…" Sonic starts under his panting breath, "I'm sorry…."
Don't be sorry Sonic, it's going to be ok… Just have fun…
The dark form seems to be startled by Sonic's wailing cry, and RTails appears to be just as confused. These voices are REALLY starting to get to him, but Sonic knows that without the power boost, he stands no chance against the monster.
"Tails…I'm trying my best here bud…" Sonic stares up at his foe, but he has not accepted defeat. Not yet anyway… Not ever! Maybe? NO! But he's so tired…
"Tails…. I'm sorry…" He shakes his head and charges toward the foe, but with less power than before. He's getting weaker.
Jingling the lock on the door, Amy comes to the conclusion that the door to the basement is locked. Not a problem for someone with an enormous hammer, but, it felt like it was worth mentioning. With one mighty swing, the door was no more, shattered into hundreds of irreparable pieces. Amy dashes inside, the cold air not as heavy as the outside, but still hard on her petite figure. Running down the stairs, it only takes her a quick scan to find the panel she was looking for. Prying it open with the butt of her hammer, she throws the now-dented cover to the floor, and a clang vibrates through the room, in sync with one that had just occurred upstairs.
At about a hundred switches, Amy gawks at the panel painfully, frantically trying to decide which one would shut off the lights in the house. Rumbling and unmistakeable crashing noises tell her that the battle is still heavily underway, but the frequency of the crashes alerts her with the fact that someone's losing, and that she might not like who that someone is. Undressing her trembling hands from her gloves, she begins to flick the switches, near frozen by the blizzard, as fast as she can possible manage. The task is arduous, and the cold makes it no easier. She flips the first switch after a minute, a proportionally unreasonable amount of time. No way is she going to be able to find out the right switch in time at this rate, she has to try something else, she just has to.
She just hopes that what she's about to do next ends up doing what she hopes it will do.
Sonic lands across the room, skidding to a halt on the hardwood. The monster only looks to be getting stronger, meanwhile, Sonic is losing more and more of himself each second. He knows that in any other circumstance, he would never want to give up. And a part of himself doesn't, but a big part of it is getting… bored. He needs to do something, anything, to keep himself there, keep himself grounded. Keep himself Sonic.
Clutching Tails to his chest, he remembers a moment from the past, glitching in his clouded memories at the moment, but still strong enough so that Sonic could bring it to thought.
Sonic was in his room, and after just having a nightmare, Sonic had called Tails and Amy to help him out. He was having a really hard night. Tails had come in first, and tried to console the shaking hedgie. It was just after Sonic had finally gotten a grasp on his dark form, and he was having nightmares after the experience. Tails had gotten him a water, and then stayed to read to him for a little while. Amy had come and made hot chocolate for everyone, and they had stayed up till sunrise. Such a stupid memory… Sonic hit his head again. He needed to think as himself. What was so important about that moment that he'd decided to remember it now. Wait…
Sonic was very, very tired, but he just could not get to sleep. He wasn't feeling like himself for days, and couldn't sleep for that long either. Sonic was in bed one day, and Tails sat down next to him, equally as exhausted, and started to sing. A small tune, something he'd watched on T.V, that really spoke to him. But whatever it was, it had made both of the doze off, and no nightmares came that night either.
The lyrics still ran fresh on his mind.
And, against the terrifying monster, in the blistering cold, with the darkest thoughts calling to him...Sonic began to sing.
"Let's go in the garden…" RTails trashed at him, but Sonic evaded it, feeling lighter. Whatever he was doing, it was working. Sonic had begun to float almost, holding Tails to his heart, and hearing out the sounds of the monster rather than looking, shutting his eyes to concentrate.
"You'll find something waiting…" His voice cracked at the last note, but So did the shell of the monster as he has collided into it at high velocity. The screech echoed across the mountain, and a startled Amy jumped as she heard it, even in the basement.
"Right there where you le-" A shit right to the chest caused Sonic to spin into a wall, a split second before collision, he caught himself, standing sideways on the wall, and looked at Tails. With a sincere smile, he shot forward and let his lungs to the the work. Colliding his fist into RTails' main body, Sonic sang his heart out as the beast fell onto one of the couches, shattering it under his heft.
"LEFT IT! Lying upsi-ide down…" Sonic began to float, and he smiles, this time, with the assurance that he still held some control, and that control was growing. "And when!"
A grab at a tentacle, he sets Tails down at his feet as he uses both arms for power.
"You finally find it…!" Sonic spun and spun, and the monster followed, clunky and cumbersome at first, slowly gaining balance as the speed increased. Round and round and round, spin spin spin…
"You'll see how it's FADED!" Sonic Let's go, chucking the beast up the stairs like some kind of ragdoll of unholy proportions. The stairs are demolished in the process, yet the monster sustained a massive amount of damage. A low growl comes from him, and RTails stares at Sonic with burning eyes, an expression completely composed of hatred and malice.
"The underside is lighter… when you turn it around…" Sonic picks up Tails again, taking deep breaths, and slowly drifting upward, floating toward the monster. He's tired, injured, bloody, but he's not down for the count. Not yet. Not ever. Not when it comes to Tails. He'd run forever if that's what it took.
"Oh God… Oh God…" Amy tried flipping a few more switches, but none of them worked to her end. 5 out of a hundred, she was getting nowhere. More than anything, she wants to use her hammer right now, but she has no idea what's going to happen if she does. If she destroys the panel, and the power stays on, she'll never be able to turn the power off. But what other choice does she have?!
None, I suppose.
Hefting the giant weapon, Amy slams into the panel with every last bit of worth that she has.
A gush of electricity blasts her away, colliding her with the far wall. Her vision blurs as she gazes at the flickering lights overhead, before they finally go out with an audible 'clink'.
"Heh… I guess that worked…." Amy's hammer poofs away, and she tries to get a bearing on the floor, soon discovering her efforts are fruitless. She can barely feel her arms, and a soft twitching is radiating through her body. Her scarf flutters gently with the wind coming from above the stairs as she loses consciousness.
The lights from the whole house disappear, and the TV shuts off, causing the monstrosity to glitch and crackle, screaming in what can only be assumed to be agony. Swooping in, dodging the tentacles, Sonic heads straight for the main body. Unrelentingly, he grabs Tails' form, and begins to wretch it from the black mass surrounding it. Screeches increase in their intensity, and it takes Sonic all he has in him not to let go and cover his ears to dull the pain of the volume. Snapping and snipping echoes through the room, and one by one, the black, ghastly tentacles begin to go limp, eroding into foul smoke as the screeches continue on.
Tails, set dangerously on RTails chest, waits with a bated breath as Sonic is just about to set him free from his plush prison. He's had just about enough being a doll.
A voice broke the turmoil, and everything went silent.
"Sonic?"
Tails voice, undoubtedly his voice, perfectly… normal.
And that was what was so terrifying about it.
Sonic looked, his best friend, shoulders bleeding from his claws, claws he didn't even realize he had grown, just… there. In his hands, attached to this black gunk, talking perfectly normal to him, was his friend. The sight shocked him to say the least. He just stood there, paralyzed.
"Sonic, it's Tails! You know, your best friend?" Silence followed, as Sonic tried to get a bearing on the reality that, at this time, seemed way too bizarre to comprehend.
"Let go Sonic…" The Tails had said, sounding frightened. "You're hurting me…"
Something was off. Sonic could feel it, but maybe he was just paranoid? After all, that form had might him crazy, frantic, feral. But… even still…
He glances down at Tails' chest. The doll was still there. Tails. The real Tails.
"What stays?" Sonic says before he even realizes the words came out of his mouth.
The Tails in his claws made a small confused noise.
"H-huh?"
"Your song Tails," the raspy-voiced teen cooed, a melodic way about his words. Testing the waters. Tails was a smart kid. Tails would pass.
"Let's go in the garden…" Sonic sang, inciting confusion in the features of the fox. "In your song… tell me… what stays, but still changes?"
"A flash of anger crossed the fox's face, and the tentacles in the area started to shuffle ever so slightly. Once RTails' eyes changed their hue to a dim purple, Sonic had already wretched the body from the last of the darkness. Flarings of black electricity permeated the room; Sonic shielded his eyes as his spines turned bright cobalt. Hissing sounded, a high pitched whine broken apart by abrupt stoppings and startings. Binary flashed across Sonic's vision, hologrammed on the walls in a lightshow of horrific wonder.
"TAILS!" Sonic shouted, unable to hear himself over the clamor of RTails' destruction. Blink! Freeze. Gazing at the room in wonder, the explosions froze, and everything was green. The smoke in the air a slightly opaque lime color, binary methodically lining everything. Tails' body was surrounded by a gleam, standing in a way that made it seem like it was gripping it's skull.
The T.V flicked on, glowing the same shade of green, a low buzzing noise permeating the sounds of the wind. The screen flashed some words, 'Quitting. Please do not turn off the Console.' A two-second rumble and everything went bright crimson before being sucked back into the T.V. Numbers flashed before Sonic's eyes, he had to shield them from the blinding intensity; chunks of now-red mass tumbled through the room, breaking all in it's path of destruction. A spirit-looking thing, a horrible, glitchy form, with two glowing dots indicating its piercing gaze at our blue hero, gripped onto the edge of the T.V, staring, his voice too distorted to articulate a coherent sound. Sonic had fought enough enemies to know he swore his vengeance. With a pop! The redness had all disappeared, and static filled the T.V .In a second it was all gone.