Anonymous asked:
can you write anything about AmyxMetalSonic? something romantic. maybe Metal feeling weird about having feelings for her for some reason despite being a robot
cutegirlmayra answered:
You just hit one of my guilty pleasures /-/ So, we all know that Metal basically (through gooey ways) downloaded basically Sonic's personality and everything about him from when he was a kid, right? I like to think he knew Sonic would find some attraction in Amy when they first met because of that. And since he's still 'classic sonic' basically, he still has those feelings. (Cause he hasn't grown up like Sonic has) so I find it adorably evil sometimes when thinking Metal Sonic has a hard time with that. Especially since we all know she can change a robot's heart (Omega's XD).. So~ I'm excited!
(x)
Prompt:
"Metal! You're main job is to kidnap the girl! Don't harm her or anything, just get Sonic!"
Metal commuted his objective, and sensed something outside the Doctor's HQ.
He turned to the window.
"Ah, I see." Eggman smiled, looking out at the sunny, bright day. "You've been deactivated for long enough. If you do this task well, and DESTROY SONIC! E-ehem." Eggman lost his cool a moment, bending down and tensing his hands out, looking obsessed with obliterating him, before clearing his throat and standing up straight again. "Then you may do as you please till I call for you again. Sound like a good deal?"
Was this… freedom?
Metal Sonic nodded his head.
"Excellent~" Eggman rippled the tips of his fingers down in a villainous devising manner, and then turned to press a button, lowering the window as if it was secretly a ramp as well.
"Fly off, now. I want that hedgehog's head by morning." he yawned, and walked off. "Wonder what else I could create before breakfast?"
Metal Sonic stared at the window, calculating the hours till the next day's morning, and then tried to retrieve archives of his memory of this… 'girl' Eggman was speaking of.
His circuits sparked to life and he lowered his head, looking fierce as he scanned through his memory data-boxes and found the only female organism he had ever known.
Her face appeared as bright and wonderful, almost like the day outside.
He didn't feel anything at first with it, but tried to find points of weaknesses.
The whole video played through as it was Sonic's original memory, and then turned to his first capture of the pink girl, and then his inevitable defeat.
He clenched his metallic finger-shards together into a tight fist, glaring as he recalled that memory file.
But still… There must be some connection with his increase in speed and power.. due to being determined to save her, he concluded.
His super-powered computer brain sparked to life once more as he fired up his engine, knowing he had to find the girl, but almost disgusted by how many points of weakness he could find on her appearance alone.
She was vulnerable on all sides.
He looked up to the sun as he took off, trying to determine if he could bring up her heat signature again or at least some way to track her down.
He circled the skies for quite some time, before he finally flew down and went towards a lake, shining brilliantly in the light of the day.
As he stared, he suddenly heard a foot fall, and spun around, firing multiple missiles towards it.
A flickie flew out in a chirped uproar, terrified as it flew off.
He watched it flail and spaz out mid-flight, and just seemed almost annoyed by it, as he looked forward, but moved his arm back to fire out another missile to completely erase it from existence.
"Nooo!"
A hammer intersected his missile, and his eyes shot back behind his shoulder, recognizing the sound waves and simultaneously overlapping them with Rosy the Rascal's signatures.
The two vocal lengths and patterns lined up as he tuned down and matured Rosy's vocal lines, and his computer sensors blinked green when it matched about the level of a 12 year old.
He computed time to be exact, and when he was sure it was her, he pulled himself back after turning around, and launched himself off to follow where the sound came from.
He heard breathing, but it was muffled by the squawking of the Flickie, who dived down to try and seek shelter from the threat.
Following it was Metal's best option.
He kept scanning the trees, looking for heat signatures, before finally seeing the Flickie land on something living, and the heat signature looking his way, before taking off deeper into the wood.
His eyes widened slightly, trying to get more range in his sights as he measured the distance and air-speed needed to catch up to them.
Her breathing was easier to track now, and he took off in the best direction to intersect with her now.
"He's back!? How can that be?!"
Her voice was now easily identifiable, and he downloaded a separate track of it to make sure he wouldn't lose that valuable information.
Wait…
He found himself looking forward, away from her heat signature, puzzled.
He tilted his head.
Why is her vocal signature… suddenly… valuable?
It's true he may need it for the future, but she was a weak organism with a strange hammer-summoning ability. Nothing truly valuable to her unless it's to lure out Sonic.
He sped forward and caught her off guard by blasting himself out in front of her way, looking menacing as he held his arms to the side and wide out, spread, ready to take her on.
"Ahh!" Amy shrieked, skidding to a halt and holding the flickie with a protective arm around it.
She narrowed her eyes, summoning her hammer and…
He was now even more discombobulated.
ERROR. ERROR. SHE IS ATTEMPTING TO ENGAGE.
His thinking was spiraling, even now he could see all the weak points easily identifiable in her positioning, but for some reason…
This life form was still going to kick back.
He found that highly intriguing, knowing that she didn't stand a chance.
"You're definitely NOT my Sonic!" she almost said that as if she was confident.
Was she confident?
Had time changed so much that something so inferior to him could have even the slightest inkling of a possible chance at defeating him?
He almost mentally laughed at the improbability…
Then… if he was so confident…. why did he compute the actual statistics?
According to his data of Rosy and himself, the odds were 12% for her succeeding.
He reared a clawed hand back and went for the stun, having his hand sparking and flinching from the electric wave-current meant to knock her out in one hit.
Considering… logically she would die at just one swing of his claws.
He was amazed at her speed, at first.
He looked up from where she had jumped and saw her land on a tree branch.
Flexible. Acrobatic. Even graceful as he could barely hear the landing.
His mind computer continued to show him the stats.
His eyes widened in rage.
23%.
Just that little show of skill in maneuvering brought her odds up.
His anger drove him to emote, a very Sonic like thing as he held out a hand and tensed it like he saw the Doctor do, then swipe it away.
"Huh? Did you not like that?" Amy blinked, a bit surprised. "What? You thought I'd just flail around crying for help like last time?"
His red eyes blared brighter, glowing with his rage at that insult to his calculations and predictions.
"Ha! You did!"
He flew up at Sonic speeds, not playing it off as easy anymore, to swipe at her again.
She jumped and this time, hooked her hammer on the branch so it was caught with her going down.
She winked, charmingly, before letting her hand go off her hammer and having the branch fling up and whack him straight in the face in a perfect vertical line down his body.
The hammer flung up too as she rolled, still holding the flickie in one arm, and caught it.
SHE'S IMPAIRED. AND YET, SHE IS ABLE TO STRATEGIZE.
He wiped his face from the left over bark, dirt, and leafs on his screen and splinters in his engine before looking back down at her.
35%.
He was growing more fascinated than enraged though… strange, for his programming.
"Run along, now~ Okay?" Amy let go of the scared flickie, as it fluttered weakly off down the road and she lovingly patted the air as if helping to give 'wind beneath his wings'.
Metal Sonic seemed to want to test her limits, thinking the data useful for later reviewing, and hovered down to access her.
He watched her turn around and size her up.
"…Huh? What's wrong? Aren't you gonna fight anymore?"
His scanners were tracking every moment, trying to find more fault and flaw.
She pouted on his screens and suddenly… his eyes moved up to only scan her face and features.
He tried quickly comparing her old self to her now, grown self, and find himself strangely… mirco-syncing them. As if studying each feature of her face more than he should.
"…Huh, strange robot." Amy put her hands to her hips, "I remember you being a lot more terrifying."
He twitched, as his scanners turned back to attack mode.
He shook as he lowered himself down, his fingers moving excessively as he was truly insulted by that statement.
"…Aww~ Did I insult the wittle robot's feelwings?"
He darted his head up, and sprang to attack her.
This time…
No stun.
Eggman's words were speaking the back of his memory files, his objective blazing through him to not hurt her.
He wanted too.. oh so badly… but he quickly, last second, turned on stun and went for the kill shot.
She…. she blocked?!
How on earth could she be that swift and concise? Powerful with a direct hit!?
She swung her hammer down to guard and then smirked, "What's wrong, Metal? Have I caught you off-guard?"
He looked up at her, completely frozen in how illogical it all was.
Females are naturally weaker in nature.
Yet, she was fighting with a strength he had never encountered before.
He blinked, a very silly think for a robot to emote.
She giggled, as he found himself recording it for some reason, and then she knocked him around.
IMPRACTICAL. I SHOULD NOT BE SO DISTRACTED.
He got up, rubbing his head, and then looking more seriously to her.
He wiped his muzzle, something Sonic would do, and flung the arm away as if emoting he was going to fight seriously now.
She got into a much more prepared position, but he didn't allow himself to look impressed.
47%.
ENOUGH.
He charged her, and their battle was high speed, missiles fired through but she rotated her hammer to explode them and minimize damage.
IMPOSSIBLE!
His eyes shook as he continued to give an on-slaughter of missiles, attacks, and finally got a few kicks and spins off on her.
She rolled back on the ground, as he stomped on her hammer, making sure that was out of the way.
His computer screens were fully locked onto her, but he didn't see her moving.
His eyelids moved up.
HAVE I DESTROYED HER?
He looked her over, before his systems started to panic, and he bent down, a very weak thing to do, as he held out his hand to her back, checking for…
Ah… there it was.
His eyes closed.
He measured each heart beat, and listened to it, recording it before hearing her move a bit and toss her head around.
He could stun her now… it would be quick and the pain would knock her out before she got the full-force of it.
He didn't know why he was calculating that pain intensity.
With his hand off her back now, he hesitated.
He then narrowed his eyes, not liking how his curiosity was keeping him from fulfilling his objective.
It was freedom against fascination. He wasn't going to trade up on his-
She looked up a moment, her head still down but her eyes lingered upon his for a moment, as she breathed in exhaustion from the magnificent fight.
Wait… magnificent?
He stared at her a minute longer, before deleting all files of Rosy the Rascal, and replacing them with every screenshot of her during the battle.
Amy looked to her hammer, and tried to reach for it.
His hand gently sparked a light jolt, and placed it at a pressure point on her neck.
She shook for a moment before he caught her and lifted her up, seeing her knocked out.
A small tase, she'd be fine.
It was only the objective that was making him hesitated.
It had to be.
There was no other explanation.
He held her over his shoulder, before staring a moment off in front of him.
His eyes looked to the corner of the sky as he recalled a memory file of Sonic carrying her away in another form…
He looked down, before gently pulled her over his chest, and carrying her bridal style.
He… thought this more comfortable… actually.
He also… could now look down at her face.
But… why was that important?
He looked away, confused by these irrational thoughts, and looked up to plan a good spot to lure Sonic out with, and took off into the sky.
(I love Metal Sonic! I ship him in a evil way with my version of Metal Amy though XD he's terrible! but I love it nxwnx)