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Metal Sonic
He stood atop his impromptu tower, his throne, as it soared through the night sky. Lightning flashed, providing illumination as he looked down on all those that were before him.
How small, how insignificant, they seemed as they looked back at him. They all had assembled this one moment all for him to destroy. How fitting, that they who had mocked him be all present here to witness his ascension.
Two figures immediately stood out to him. One was his "creator-in-body." He would do what this creator could not do physically, fight on even grounds with his nemesis, with his metal body, finely honed with the most durable, strongest metals. His mind was a processor of the most advanced technology, that could calculate an infinite number of ways to proceed in any situation to obtain optimal results.
The other was his creator-in-spirit, his "image." He himself, created with that one in mind. To be his better, to surpass him in every way, in speed and strength. In that sense, he was made to be the best, with no equal to his power.
...and yet, despite all these advantages, he had failed. Time and time again he'd failed. First he was used was used to lure his image into a trap, atop a world "outside of time," and he was defeated. Months later, he would clash with him again shortly afterward, only to be beaten down again by him and an ally of his, a younger one.
He was rebuild and tried again later on, this time in an attempt to destroy his spirit via proxy by defeating his friends, this one with strength to match his image's speed… and again he was smashed to bits, (In hindsight, he was certain that had the red one not encountered and fought his creator-in-spirit first, then he himself would have won if only through the element of surprise).
After this defeat, he was supposedly shut down for a while, placed inside a green prison, for how long he wasn't sure. He wasn't entirely inactive though. He could see, and hear that which went on around him. Most of the time, it was his creator-in-body, ranting to himself, alternating between moments of brilliance, or moments of defeat. On occasion, he would be taken out of his confinement, and hooked up to various devices, taken apart, and reassembled…
Time passed, his body now was different, stronger and more powerful, and it was at this point where he realized that he was different than the other creations that he'd seen in the memories of his creator-in-body.
He had evolved. He had become aware of himself. Maybe it was his creator-in-body pushing his AI to its limit. Maybe it was a result of his constant defeats. It could have… maybe even been constant exposure to the mysterious gems that both his creators-in-body spirit seemed to come in contact with. Naively, he had hoped that this time he would finally be given his chance to achieve his purpose…only to be placed back in what he now viewed as his prison.
He realized that his new found self awareness was both a blessing and a curse. He'd gained a soul, a will of his own. But he'd also realized, what did he have to live for? He'd failed in his so-called purpose with constant defeat and humiliation. His creator-in-body now looked down on him, when he'd tried his best. He'd been cast aside, forgotten, and locked up for who knows how long, only to be remembered on a whim, given the hope of another chance, and had that ripped away from him.
His creator-in-spirit, his image, always beat him down and never looked back, NEVER acknowledged his efforts. After their encounters, he was left literally a broken wreck, or in pieces, lying helplessly with nobody to come to his aid, to help him, to thank him for at least trying his best.
He was worth more than that. He was more than a servant to one creator and a plaything to another. When his creator-in-body finally released him, he struck back. He supposed it was humorous in a retrospective way, although cruel in that he hadn't realized it sooner as well. This was who he'd tried to impress? This weakling who needed others to do his dirty work for him? He locked up his creator-in-body with contemptuous ease. Now there was only one left to go…
He glanced down again at the figures below him. They were not beings of metal and wiring, but rather flesh and blood. It was ironic in a way. He was created via two organic beings like them, and he'd now possessed a soul like them. What did they live for?
His eyes then began glowing, an angry red, and he knew the answer. They existed to deny him. They would also deny his purpose. They would deny him the ability to live up to his potential. Did they care? No! Did they realize that he deserved to be viewed as an equal? They beat him down mentally and physically before, but this time, THIS TIME, things WILL be different.
His sensors picked up seven distinct energy readings in the small crowd. They were so familiar… these were the same gems! The same ones that may have given him life and a will of his own!
He laughed, an ominous electronic cackle. How fitting! All of his creators were here to bear witness to him surpassing all their expectations!
A memory came to him, one that his creators-in-body and spirit had used before. It apparently had something to do with will, and power. Very well then, he would pay tribute to his creators one final time…
He raised his hands, and lightning crackled around his fingers.
"The servants are the seven chaos emeralds…" His lightning blast discharged, and destroyed the tower on which he stood, its metal fragments began orbiting him….
"Chaos is power… living to yield before my might…" …. Energy surged through him as he the fragments of metal formed a massive body of armor around him. Huge claws and spikes emerged from his limbs and back...
"The Master is the one who controls the living chaos…" Giant metallic wings erupted from his frame...
"...and ALL LIVING THINGS WILL KNEEL BEFORE THEIR MASTER!" Metallic jaws opened, and out of the gaping maw, a ear-splitting roar erupted from within.
This new body soared up above his creators, transformed, as those below watched in a mix of awe and horror.
NOW they realized. He was insignificant no longer. He was their SUPERIOR.
Author's Notes
Whew, who would have thought I could get so much out of a robot, reportedly an emotionless being? I guess I was trying to give Metal Sonic some kind of inferiority complex, given how many times he's been defeated by Sonic and co.
For time line references, Metal Sonic is referring to Sonic CD, (First encounter with Sonic), Sonic Triple Trouble, (Boss fight against Sonic and Tails), Knuckles Chaotix, (Fighting Knuckles and his friends), and finally, Sonic Heroes which is where and when this scene takes place. His "green prison" is a reference to the stasis tube that he's seen in inside Eggman's base in Sonic Adventure 1/DX.