Hey guys. i know i haven't been updating my stories for a while, I'm sorry, but stuff gets hectic when the end of school is near. Anyway, i'll try to update as much as I can, and just as often during early June, because that's when i get out of school (YAY!).

Until then. Stay calm and read on.

One week I thought, I have one week to show Silver something that will stop Eggman in his tracks for good.

I was already back inside my house, flying down the stair to my basement where my workshop was, basically exploding with anticipation of what I was going to make.

I can't make something big, I began brainstorming again, bigger guns means larger target, Eggman never seems to learn that. As I reached my workshop, I grabbed two blueprint sheets, six mechanical pencils, and two measuring tools, tossing them onto a metal table in the middle of the room as I passed it, and finally, as I waltzed to the table, began feeling the true excitement of building. something I hadn't felt in months, ever since Sonic vanished. Once again it was up to me to protect the Green Hill Zone. but it wasn't just bears or wild robots looking for destruction, it was Eggman himself. Somebody who's intellect sometimes matched my own in the inventions he created. Metal Sonic and Omega were clear examples of this. but they all had one thing in common, I began writing sketches.

All of the weapons that Sonic and I actually had trouble beating were fast, for that was Sonic's greatest asset when fighting Eggman, so if I could manage to create some kind of combination of everything that Sonic had difficulty beating, and put my own twist onto it, it could definitely become something to protect the land with, and perhaps something permanent.

the first sketch was a disaster. I had attempted to create a bulky, slow moving, yet extremely powerful machine that slightly resembled Omega and Knuckles. the colors were different of course, blue and yellow to represent me and Sonic, built with enormous cannons and guns to bring Eggman down. a war-machine, if you will. the reason it was a failure is due to it's enormous structure. Sure it could take a beating, according to my calculations, if fully prepared it could survive two atomic bombs falling point-blank on it, and still be functional, but from past experiences, i know Eggman packs way more of a punch that two atomic bombs. I recalled the time we fought with knuckles, Team Dark, Team Chaotix, and Team Rose to defeat Eggman. He had plenty of ships at his disposal. at least twenty for each person. with this in mind, I recalled how Sonic previously sped through one of Eggman's fleets and got to him within five minuets, right before he let his guard down and turned into a Werehog. Speed helped him greatly. not Weapons.

The Second sketch was different. complete focused on Speed, stealth, and Stamina. Sure it had some weapons, razor tails, laser cannons in the arms, life support systems, but it was mainly focused on Speed. But this was no metal sonic. this weapon looked like me. Not of Pride of course, although i will admit the sketch looked devilishly handsome, but Eggman's fleet or army or whatever the heck he was going to attack with, is most likely going to be in the sky. and who is better in the sky than Miles Prowler? I was much more comfortable with having this protect the zone. I would create DELTA. there was no acronym for the word. it's just that I like the name. Plus Iron Tails is most likely copyrighted.

I stole a glance at the clock. it was 12:00 am my talk with Silver was sometime near 6:00 pm. I hadn't noticed I had worked for so long. "Jeez" I gasped, "maybe the construction part can come tomorrow." I stretched "right now I could go for a nap" I yawned. I walked up the stairs to my bed, removing my shoes and socks and throwing them into a self-cleaning contraption I made to clean and preserve my shoes, then collapsed onto my bed, falling asleep immediately.

Dream:

Sonic was running from something, something big, with thousands of arms. he looked terrible. his arms and legs coated in dried blood and burn marks. His face was even worse. for the first time I've ever known, he wasn't smiling. no dumb, unnerving grin on his face. just pain. whatever was coming at him was fast enough to actually hit sonic, his beaten body was proof. flurries of metallic, blades came towards him as he dashed away, running for his life. Sonic grunted as he was cut in the leg by one of the blades, tripped, and fell onto the ground. the Arms suddenly retracted back to wherever they were being held, and just as Sonic began to stand, electrified cables shot from nowhere, coming straight for him from every possible angle. "Can't a guy get a break around here?!" he yelled, once again breaking into a run and dodging the cables "Where are you?" Sonic demanded while running "This game is getting pretty old!" a cable suddenly wrapped itself around Sonic's leg, electrifying and tripping him simultaneously, he fell once again, yelling in pain due to the electricity.

And then I woke.

Did that seem awkward to anybody? the way the story was written? it felt awkward... Anyway, you guys know the deal, comments are always helpful, and if you want me to start some new Fan fiction, send me the subject and I'll get back to you within a week.

Please tell me if you have any problems and i'll get back to you... Soon.
Ill be updating a lot more now, so be patient. until then, Later!

-Timelocker