Commission for TheMaskedTime on DeviantArt. I do not own Sonic The Hedgehog or The Mask.

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Finally!!!

Eggman was positively giddy as his mechanical walker strode through the forest, taking some delight at the woodland creatures scattering to avoid being crushed. After years of searching, he had finally found it - a remote temple in the northern realms of the United Federation, with a power source even the ancient echidnas could not control.

Best of all, he and he alone knew about this discovery - that filthy hedgehog Sonic was blissfully unaware, and would soon be no more than a mere pawn in Eggman's grand plan. It was all coming together…

Making his way through the final trees, he stared up at the grand temple, all his for the conquest. But then…

"WHAT?!?!?!?!? THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!"

Someone had been here!!! A single small plane sat parked outside the entrance, although its owner was nowhere to be seen. Great quantities of vines could be found laying just outside the entrance, as if blown there by a great storm. And the marks in the ground - looking like burnt rubber, it suggested whoever had been here had left quickly - perhaps not quite of their own will.

"This can't be possible! I was the only one, THE ONLY ONE, who knew of this great discovery!!! How?!? HOW?!?!?!? HOWWWWWW?!?!?!?!?"

Face becoming beet red, Eggman could only scream more.

"CURSE THAT INFERNAL HEDGEHOG!!!!!!"

Eggman's great source of power was now gone - and yet, this would turn to be the least of his problems.

West Side Island - the home of Eggman's great chemical plant, although most others would quickly disagree about its greatness. With towers standing several stories tall, noxious fumes and smoke pumped out of the plant 24 hours a day, quickly becoming devoid of any natural life. Various robots were all that inhabited this space, just as the doctor preferred.

Somewhere in his mind, normal Tails was questioning why he would want to come to this place - but the green-headed being he had become was a new man, and he needed to show what he could now do. Whipping off his goggles, he looked around as he made his way inside.

"Boy, I haven't seen anything this polluted since the Cuyahoga River!"

A giant tank of "mega mack" stood nearest to Mask Tails, a particularly toxic purple liquid. No matter to him - pulling his goggles back down, he reached into his pockets to pull out an oversized box of baking soda and a gigantic bottle of vinegar. Dumping them into the tank, he waited for the inevitable reaction.

"Remember kids, don't try this at home!"

BOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!

A huge explosion ripped the tank apart, sending pieces flying high into the sky. His fur suddenly singed from the heat, Mask Tails gave himself a quick shake off, his green head and yellow fur restored.

"Ooweee, I almost ended up extra crispy!"

Preparing to continue his cleanup, Mask Tails felt a tug on his lab coat - and suddenly, he was sent hurtling towards a pool of blue sludge, sinking like a rock as his body disappeared below the surface.

The crab badnik bot responsible for this disposal beeped a response of success, and went off on its rounds again, free of this unwanted intruder. But there was one problem…

In the midst of the blue sludge, a single glove emerged, then an arm, then a leg. Standing up none the worse for wear, the masked fox was rather displeased at this rude treatment.

"Hey, you can't do this to me! I've seen Terminator 2!"

Before the crab bot could get far, Mask Tails was back in front of it, a frustrated scowl on his thick rubber head.

"A crab one, huh? You know, I don't think I've ever seen a crab fly before - perhaps you'd like to give it a try!"

His twin tails began spinning, and spinning, and spinning - far faster than Tails could ever do on his own. When they had reached jet engine speed, he turned around - and the crab bot was sent flying, random explosions being heard as it bounced out of control throughout the plant.

"Excellent, I've discovered a new life form! Well, before this place falls apart, I gotta blast!"

Jet pack forming on his back, Mask Tails was off again, admiring the beautiful blue sky as he left the island's smog. But he couldn't help but notice a single gray cloud disrupting the sunny day - this could not stand. Thankfully, his new mind was already thinking up a solution.

A short time later…

"I've done it! The world's first portable localized weather creation machine!!!"

Already smart as a whip unmasked, Mask Tails was able to build his new gadget in the span of mere minutes. To the naked eye, it looked ridiculous, with all sorts of beeps, light bulbs that flashed off and on, and nailed together metal that looked like a garage experiment. To Mask Tails, it was absolutely perfect.

"Now then, all I need to do is push the big red button, set it to sunshine, and voila! No more clouds in the sky!!!"

He pushed the big red button, waiting for his masterpiece to roar to life - but instead, he got a loud series of beeps, along with an unusual error message.

INSTRUCTIONS UNCLEAR. INSERT NWS REPORTS.

"NWS reports? The * does that mean?!?!"

Setting it on the ground, Mask Tails gave his creation a big kick - perhaps a little percussive maintenance would do the trick. Sure enough, the gears inside began to hum and whirl, as rotors popped up from the top. But then, a rather disturbing message appeared.

TORNADO MODE ACTIVATED. ASCENDING TO 10,000 FEET.

"Tornado mode?"

Before Mask Tails could react, the machine had taken off, lifting high in the air and orienting itself towards Station Square. This…was not good.

"How am I going to stop this? It was supposed to create beautiful sunshine, not horrible storms! Think Tails, think!!!"

His green head forming thick wrinkles, Mask Tails pondered and questioned, until a light bulb appeared above him.

"I've got it! If I'm smart enough to build that machine, I'm smart enough to destroy it! And besides…I can create tornadoes too!"

In a yellow and green twister, Mask Tails was off again. The citizens of Station Square were in for an epic battle…whether they wanted it or not.