Metallic Need
S2, Chapter 1
By: Cutegirlmayra (By popular demand, here's season 2 of Metallic Need!)
Ever since the change of its metallic body, Omochao has never stopped fulfilling the measure of its creation: Helping the Sonic gang on their adventures.
Although, now a days, Omochao happily sits on the seat of announcers next to Toad in the latest Sonic Olympic games. Most don't know its past, considering it a creation of Tails or Eggman's failed contraption possibly turned good. The Sonic gang never bring it up, so many speak to Omochao as simply a robot with an advanced AI system. But it's pretty content with its life,… Omochao enjoys getting to know people through a new face, new memories, and feels its help is really appreciated-
"That's pretty obvious, Omochao."
"O-oh? Forgive me! I was simply instructing you on how to perform the perfect-"
"Yeah, you don't have to repeat yourself."
"O-…oh… My apologies."
Omochao flew back from the team's meet-up room before the next big game was to happen. The little robot usually liked to gather intel, and spread awareness of game rules and mechanics whenever possible, but many competitors seemed to get annoyed with her constant data dump which they had already knew and heard before.
Omochao hovered back and tapped its big, pudgy arms together. Looking a little down, the previous conversation didn't daunt the little robot's pep for long!
It flew back to pick up its microphone and meet up with Espio again, its cameraman, and set out to interview the team for the big, Olympic games.
"Espio! Are you ready? You can click the red power button to engage-"
"Yes, Omochao. I'm aware." Lovingly, showing some amount of patience for its eagerness, Espio let out a small chuckle that showed he wasn't too bothered by its usual speech patterns.
"Hehe!" Sweetly sensing this, Omochao simulated a giggle and tried to balance the mic between its fingerless hands, but fumbled immediately when she saw-
"M-M-Metal Sonic!" Her old memories came spiraling back to her. Horrific images of his twisted sense of passion and pleasure caused her to flail in the air and drop her mic entirely. The Classic form of her previous master walked onto the running track, not even seeming to notice her.
She flew behind Espio, shivering and trembling in great fright as though having some form of PTSD.
"What's the matter with you? You must remain perfectly poised in front of the camera." Espio placed two fingers up by his horn, a ninja's gesture as he gave his advice, but she just kept shaking and simulated frightful noises.
Eggman walked by but was unaware of her new form, so she took the opportunity to fly over to him, picking the mic back up from the ground. She figured if she'd straddle it, she could lift it better.
The mic was magnetic and that was usually how she would hold it, but she was shaking so much that this would have to do for now.
"Ugh, not you." Eggman saw it coming and looked off in disgust. Trying to swat the robot away, he seemed to dislike the fact that it mostly wasn't his own creation, therefore, he had an entirely different spirit about it. "Shoo, shoo! Don't you have other people to annoy?"
"A…Annoy?" Omochao's eyes—made of a light upon a yellow, swirled material—showed the light bend down at a slight angle, revealing an expression of hurt and confusion, but shook itself free of the harsh comment.
"Dr. Eggman… how is Metal Sonic at this event? And participating to boot!"
She could feel her wind-up key faltering in its spin, cranking against her nervous gears as she tried to keep herself afloat in the air. Without that key, she would begin to slow down and the spinner upon her head would cease to move…
Espio, thinking this a typical interview, turned on the camera and directed it towards their conversation.
"You little pest… I-!" he was about to shout in her face, stomping his foot and pointing his finger up high but halted as soon as he noticed the camera's red light flashing on. With his mouth wide open and ready to holler, he glanced back at Omochao and took on a new, charming approach… placing his hands together and tilting his body more professionally to the camera. "...I~ Decided to recreate him. It's got more obedience software than a robotic golden retriever and fetches just the same." He smirked just then, taking his once raised finger and replacing it with a snap.
Classic Metal Sonic came soaring through the arena and grabbed Omochao, freaking the poor robot out as she flailed and shouted, "Noooo!"
All of her nightmares seemed to come true at once, and her gears began to spiral uncontrollably, causing them to sometimes almost tip over their cogs and screws, tilting in unusual manners as they spun against each other from the wild flailing and terror coming from their master computer.
Espio saw the horrible shakes and tremors from the little tike and quickly moved the camera down, "Omochao..?"
The feeling of being trapped and captured again,… but this time—in this life—was too much for her.
"Let me go! Stop this! Call him off!" Omochao struggled in hysteria, trying desperately to escape before the new Classic Metal Sonic looked to Eggman, who nodded with a smile as he released her.
Omochao simulated heavy breathing as it took to the air.
Its eyes flickered as its body looked in a state of panic. Its systems didn't have a fight system or defense procausions at all… it made every part of Omochao that was still Metal Amy uneasy and afraid…
Espio reached down, picking up its microphone and handing it over, "You alright?"
Omochao reverted back to its neutral mental state and took the microphone, holding it up to Eggman with its metallic hold and acting as though it was just an innocent interview.
It had to suppress her. For the sake of its continual happiness… it had to bade her back to the shadows of its being.
"V-Very impressive, D-D-Dr. Eggman… We hope you show the true capabilities of your new and improved Metal Sonic at the races today!" It still shook a time or two but was able to see Eggman fold his arms and laugh, going off about how his robots were number one!
It didn't pay much attention though… staring off and seeing to the aftermath of its previous life's memories…
The weight of such a undertaking caused Omochao to tune out most of the world, even the scary interview, and pretend that this Metal Sonic wasn't standing directly behind her… staring at her…
Eggman snapped her out of her thoughts when he gripped the microphone out of her grasp, and she was left an empty tin-can having an internal struggle to place her corks and screws back in their proper line and order. "-And I declare I will show the world the amazingness of Doctor Eggman's creations! No other inventor is greater than me! This Metal Sonic will prove it's the greatest! My number one creation…" He patted Classic Metal Sonic's head, like a proud and sports-driven father expecting so much from his son. "Has been, and always will be!" he mused in little twitters of doting affections to his metallic son.
Once the camera was off, Eggman shoved the microphone back to her and looked tiredly annoyed, grabbing Metal Sonic's arm and walking back to the starting positions.
Espio moved the camera away from his eye and looked worriedly to Omochao, still hovering silently with only the helicopter upon her head making its usual whirling sounds. Seeing her staring off into space, he opened up his hand for her, "Omochao…" he called, and finally she stirred from her dreary, dead look and turned to him. She hovered down slowly to his hand and rested upon it. Looking confused but being respectful that the little robot seemed down, he carried her over to the benches below the bleachers, kneeling beside her.
"Are you alright? I've never seen you lose your cool to that extreme before…" He seemed genuinely troubled for her, trying to understand as Omochao sat cutely down and pointed its limps inward on each other, simulating vulnerability.
Its head lowered down in a sigh of submission as well to his questioning, but there was a sadness that was clearly being determined by Espio's sharp eye… he was used to spying on people anyway, but he was slightly impressed with himself for being able to tell this robot's emotions.
Or… he was impressed with whoever created them, without being aware of how long Omochao had studied… how much it risked… in developing those emotions further. Through the freedom of Tails's metallic chao body, the new and improved robot could achieve greater simulations of life…
But it wondered about what it would like to be a real chao… to be real at all.
Still… this was a silent dream it had given up on. A previous life's dream… and was rather content with the freedom and announcer or reporting job it had been given in recent times.
"It's…" the robot tried to be honest but just couldn't muster the energy to tell its whole, metallic life's story. "It's nothing… I just thought I was gonna die!" It looked up with great fright and shook again, making Espio laugh.
"You're alright." He comforted, placing a hand on its head, and stopping it a moment from its fear.
It was used to Sonic and his team holding or throwing it at enemies from their previous adventures, but nothing was as terrifying as being held by another Metal Sonic in a death grip!
However… it could feel the soft hum of it's metallic receptors, picking up the gentle stroking that Espio gave it upon its head. His words were processed through its brain once more, for extra measure… and the meaning of his tone and actions were translated through its heart programming…
If it weren't for the surprise of what his actions and words meant to the frightened little robot, it may have tried to act like a real Chao, swaying its head and enjoying the affectionate touch but instead…
Omochao stared blankly ahead.
"We're here for ya. Nothing's gonna hurt you."
It took Omochao a moment, but it felt secure after hearing those words.
It felt them… not just heard and processed them.
"Espio! Come on! Get my good side!"
Vector called from the stands, Charmy also waving his hands excitedly around and chanting for Sonic's team to win.
"We'd better get back to work." Espio took hold of Omochao's pudgy arm and helped it up, lifting it until its little spinner began to start up and turn.
With a cute little spin and back flip, Omochao nodded in a formal bow like gesture in the air, swaying slightly from its propeller being turned sideways and not straight from the action.
Espio nodded too, glad the little guy looked happier than before, and got up to flip the camera's screen out to start shooting for the big crowd once more.
Flying confidently again, Omochao proceeded to take her mic again…
'I'm no longer Metal Amy…' she told herself. '…I'm Omochao now.' The robot looked up and with great conviction, flew off with Espio tagging along behind.
In the dark of a sparking laboratory, a figure slouched in its chair, watching the games…
"…The greatest..?" The robot kicked a can over, standing up…
His place looked a mess… with cords and dented robotic parts scattered all around him… it truly seemed like a garbage heap then a laboratory. Mismatched pieces of newspapers and headlines torn out were scattered by the television, the only light source available in the dark abyss of robot pieces and spare junk piles littering the dusty steel floor.
Holding a can of oil in its own hands, he drank it down and crushed it, "Number one..? The most amazing..? That metallic wannabe..?" The can was then incinerated by a burst of flames that began to melt its hallow hide… the soft pops of the compounds of its making began to crumble and crunch down till it was burnt all the way through…
Red eyes blasted through the dark.
"Prove it… Doctor…"
"And the games are afoot!" Omochao announced over the intercom, "And the fans are going nuts! Here's to the amazing crowd! But now, onto our contenders! Who will rise victorious? And who will take the long walk home? It's the Olympic games!" Everyone cheered, and for a moment, Omochao felt at peace in her new life again.
"Nice touch." Espio complimented her, smiling and nodding at how she got both the spectators and the athletes riled up.
"Olympians! Take to the start!" Omochao announced again, and eagerly, the competitors took to the starting line.
Bending down for the race, you could see the excitement on their faces. The serious look of a competition sizing each other up, ready to dart onto the track, and the taste of victory upon holding that gold metal…
Then, like a gunshot, a flare rose up above the stadium.
"Begin!"
Omochao jumped with enthusiasm, hitting the air above herself before noticing no one was cheering anymore.
"H-huh?"
Espio seemed startled too… staring at something fizzing like a firework in the distance…
When Omochao looked and squinted her eye-lights to try and see what he was looking at, she only noticed the sparking… remaining… in place…
A steel claw gripped the flare that had been released to start the races with his bare hands…
Lowering the sparking firework towards it's face, the crowd gasped again as the embers flickered off Metal Sonic's metallic hide…
He swiped the flare behind him, having it fly off beyond the stadium… since he and the two robots beside him had flown and climbed the rest of the way to its rim.
"…Kill them…"
Just from his command alone, the audience frightfully ran as Metal Knuckles and Metal Tails's eyes flared red and dived towards the center tracks.
Omochao felt all the world clashing and being sucked into her like an endless void, filling her with every amount of dread and physical pain it could stuff inside her bottomless, metallic soul…
Her being shook once again, it's gears not able to contain all the emotion being simulated.
Espio lowered the camera, stepping up to the glass.
He seemed ready to take action after a moment,… so Omochao had to speak up.
"E…Esp…Espio…"
He turned to her.
"P..Please…" her violent shaking caused the clanking noises to intensify.
"H-help me… Save me…"
Espio ran through the frantic crowd with Omochao ducked under his arm, her small whimpering only heard by him as he tried to keep her from shaking, looking for his friends. The crowd was in a up-roar of terror, and it was by fate only that Espio saw Vector waving his hand over them.
"Espio! Here!" He cried out, his large gator mouth swinging with the motion. Charmy rose up above the crowd as well, waving…
Espio wanted to join them, but his heart was torn between what to do about Omochao… and what to do about Metal Sonic…
Espio turned to a corner, getting pushed and shoved by the crowd as he went against the current, and placed her at the corner where she wouldn't get hurt. "Stay here." He instructed. "Try and find one of Sonic's friends."
Her pudgy hands pushed together, fear causing her to not know what to compute to have him stay. In the end, he was gone before she could say anything.
Terrified with the rushing of feet, creatures of all shapes and sizes… flashing by her like lights of colors. Her super computer couldn't calculate any way of escape. She felt so trapped… so alone…
She simulated crying noises, turning her head away from the people's frightful faces… no one bothering to look down at the terrified robot…
Maybe if she was an organic child… maybe if she flew a little…
With the last of her courage and systems that fought being frozen in her panic, she looked up, cowering as the twin propellers on her head started to engage…
Slowly, but surely, she rose up in the air, trying to fight against the whiplash of air from the passing, moving bodies of the spectators fleeing quickly from the stadium.
She tried once more to desperately look around. "H….Help!" she cried out, but her metallic cry wouldn't pick up over the distress calls of the crowd.
"P-please… H-help me…"
Discouraged once again, she looked at her body…
No weaponry.
No means to defend herself.
She was a sitting duck.
She couldn't even form fists with her own being… she couldn't even forge a tear, let alone create a trembling lip.
She was helpless.
She was…
"Omochao!"
Omochao's head immediately flung up.
She looked around frantically in the air for the voice that spoke her name. Her new name. The name that should have meant her freedom from such fears…
"Y-yes!" she cried out, "I'm here! I'm.. I'm Omochao!" she swayed her body in the air, her eye-lights revealing her worry at not seeing a figure she recognized.
Her eyes scanned each passing face, but no one looked familiar in her data bases until…
"Chao! Ch-chao!" Cheese flew over the crowd, and with great courage, grabbed Omochao.
"Ah! Cheese!?" Omochao exclaimed with great joy, flailing her arms and then hugging him happily with simulated laughter. "Then that means…" she looked around again as Cheese pulled her towards a small, kind-looking rabbit…
"Here, Omochao!" Cream hand her arms up and together by her chest, knees bent in nervousness, but opened them wide to invite her into them. "Cheese and I will protect you!"
If a robot could cry, she would have.
"Oh, Cream…" she felt her systems unfreeze and the tense clanking of metal finally subside. "Creeeeamm!" She flew into her arms as Cheese flew to the front, guiding Cream through the hectic crowd with confidence.
As Omochao was pressed lovingly against Cream… she began to calculate the things around her better now.
Metal Sonic… Why was he here?
What profit would he have attacking Sonic with all these heroes surrounding him? All his friends?
It was illogical and errored on his thinking.
She was so useless… so afraid…
She heard something over the intercom and looked up as Cream's bobbing body from running would intersect her vision every now and then.
"Everyone, Neo Metal Sonic has attacked Eggman's Metal Sonic. His robotic henchmen are after Sonic and his team. Please don't panic, just head to the exits and leave in an orderly manner. We still don't know the reason for this attack, but we're certain he's not after random lives."
Omochao climbed up Cream's shoulder, looking up at the television screen that showed Neo Metal Sonic tearing through Classic Metal Sonic, not even giving him enough time to beg to be spared, or even counter-strike.
"…He gave up his organic layer…" She was referring to the form he took to match more like Sonic. "…Has he fully turned from errors?" she spoke that with grief in her heart programming, but wasn't sure why her figurative heart would simulate that emotion at this time.
Then it struck her…
She slowly angled her head down…
"Omochao,… Omochao, get down please! You may fall! I'll lose my grip-!" Cream tried to warn, but Omochao was calculating something…
This was her new life…
Weapons or not…
Her head, robotically, moved up tick after tick back into a forward-looking stance.
With great conviction, she nodded to engage her propellers on her head and wiggled out of Cream's protective arms.
"Omochao!" Cream turned around, reaching for her but the crowd pushed her back and away with the current. "Omochao, no!"
Omochao flew without another second thought. 'I am not giving up my new freedom! I swore to protect Sonic and his friends! I wanted to help! That's what it means… what it means to be called-!"
She swiveled through the crowd, finally making it back to the entrance of the coliseum for the Olympics, a large circle that came up and ended just before forming a dome. She hovered above one of the many levels of bleachers, seeing Classic Metal Sonic sparking, holding his arms up as if trying to defend himself against attacks, crawling back on the ground.
Her anger rose.
She hunched and puffed out her arms, ducking her head as her propeller spun at incredible speeds, whirling loudly.
"You're supposed to be Eggman's greatest creation..?"
Neo Metal Sonic grabbed his arm.
"Pathetic."
He ripped it off.
Omochao flinched back, memories of Metal Amy causing tremors that started in her feet, making its way through her body…
Where was his metallic laugh?
Had he forsaken everything since her destruction?
Neo Metal Sonic… she knew the form, not so much the name.
He stomped down on Classic Metal Sonic, as he struggled to free himself.
"…Behold… the original counterfeit Sonic."
Metal Sonic froze then, stopping his struggling as Neo Metal Sonic leaned down, his eyes flaring red like headlights.
"And you're imminent destruction."
Metal Sonic made computer-like sound effects.
"What..? Overlord..?" Neo Metal Sonic leaned up. "I've abandoned such pointless goals. I simply wish to destroy Sonic, and all he protects…"
Metal Sonic rose his other arm back, flexing out his claws.
"Enough chatter… This is the true worth of Eggman's creations…" he tilted his head, a frightening last sight. "Your fate is simple… scrap metal."
As his arm flew down, Omochao's body raced through the sky, smashing into his head and causing his stance to wobble.
He was thrown off Metal Sonic, as Metal Sonic's annoyed face looked to the creature.
Omochao didn't bother looking to him.
She knew he didn't want a thank you. If he was anything like the Metal Sonic she knew…
Neo Metal Sonic shook his head, a blue scrape against his side was visibly against a dent that he felt with his long, deadly fingers…
…. His eyes widened with silent anger, turning back to the little robot.
In the silence, the only noise was the fading screams of fleeing fans… and Omochao's propellers.
"…I… I was worried about my friends." Omochao's shaking had stopped. "I wanted to just hide away… but hearing the screams… You're my problem, Metal Sonic! I feel I can't just hide away as something… Something I'm-…" she shook her head, deciding against revealing herself.
Might be a bad idea…
She gulped, "Anyway!" she continued. "I can't allow myself to cower in fear and do nothing while you terrorize my friends!"
He slowly rose up, showing his full height… Staring…
Classic Metal Sonic communicated to her through wireless computer signals upon the ground, not wanting an explanation, but simply declaring the probabilities of how suicidal her chances were if she engaged in combat with Neo Metal Sonic.
She didn't need him telling her that…
She bonked his head. She'd need about 5,006,000 pressurized attacks with her body to even weaken him slightly in his metallic mold. And by then, her body would have given way at 40 full-body kamikazes.
But being even more practical, she couldn't generate enough force with her little propeller to even ram him like a metal fist jab with such agility and frequency so many times. One grip of his claw and she'd be-
Omochao began to shiver once more. The image of Classic Metal Sonic having so easily sped up and gripped her only moments before… she knew that with only a little bit of power, she could have become nothing more than crumbling pieces of circuitry.
She let out small whimpers again, her confidence faltering, all the while Metal Sonic was still unable to look pass something she said…
"…What are you?" he looked barely phased by her, as if the little robot's words weren't even worth hearing or even processing through.
But she had stopped herself… mid-sentence…
Her behavior was similar to another creation he knew.
He scanned her signal, as Omochao could feel the waves and figuratively held her breath…
The signature was strange.
He let it slide.
"I'm…" she forced all power to her propeller, ignoring the statistics. Something a robot wouldn't normally do.
She had been flung at enemies by Sonic and his team before, maybe she was more durable than science might suppose!
She knew that was false, but she had organic hope. And she knew that that hope could not be trumped.
"I'm..!"
Her voice became more powerful than before. Her leg lifted up and she angled her arms to where one was in front, the other behind her.
"I'm Omochao!"
He stared at her.
"…I don't care."
"H-huh?"
He flipped his cape back, rotating his shoulder a moment and then popping it back into place. An apparent injury he had acquired while fighting his metal clone.
"Your fate shall be the same as all of Sonic's forgettable acquaintances."
Casually, treating her as a minor interference, he moved back to Metal Sonic.
"Now… Where were we?"
She realized she wouldn't get his attention with proud speeches alone…
"You sadistic… bucket of… rusted, ironed out, useless and disgraceful bells and whistles that don't pile into a scrap heap without an electrical, burnt through, floppy-disk!"
Neo Metal Sonic stopped.
He looked expressionless as his head came up as if surprised to hear the pesky, blue robotic fly still talking to him.
"There isn't even an insult that makes your kind anymore, obsolete, worn-down microwave oven!"
"Are you…" he turned from Metal Sonic. "trying to insult me?"
She simulated hard breathing, spinning up into a higher place in the sky.
She reverted to an old memory, standing with her head higher than his, and holding herself as though she had the power to back it up.
"I know why you've come."
His eyes bent down.
"Amusing." He turned back to Metal Sonic. "You can remain there while I rip into all your carbon-based lifeform friends… After I finish with this imposter." He still didn't see her as priority over Metal Sonic…
"There are far too many Sonics… It's only fitting you should come to destroy the true rival to his name…"
Then… Neo Metal Sonic paused.
His head twitched over his shoulder.
"What was that..?" He shifted his entire being to her in the air.
"…It's only fitting the wastebasket… thrown away, outdated mech that once stood to rival Sonic The Hedgehog… would be jealous of former, glorified and reinvented successor. You're a has-been. Your metallic junk couldn't rival Sonic even if it tried!"
Neo Metal Sonic glared as Classic Metal Sonic barely mustered to look to him, and then to her.
He communicated that she better run.
Neo Metal Sonic burst after her as she spiraled up and out of his clutches. One death-grip of his steel fingers and it was game over. She led him away from the stadium, like harry potter and the golden snitch; they twisted and turned through the air, dodging the metal beams of the Olympic games and spiraling away from the others.
With a forest nearby, she took cover, but he was gaining on her faster than she had time to spin herself up and dodge his slashes.
Luckily, he was looking to destroy, not to grab. She had the advantage of that, and she was flinging herself into the leaves of branches to try and create more cover for herself. "Yaaahhh-ah-ah-ah!" she panicked with a wimpy cry as his claws just narrowly skimmed her side.
Metal Knuckles and Metal Tails, damaged from their fight with Sonic and his friends, looked around for their master.
They looked to each other, and immediately fell back, blasting out of the stadium to try and find where he had gone.
"This isn't good." Sonic looked where they were heading, and immediately got into a running stance. "They're retreating… I'm going after them!" he took off before anyone could say anything in return.
And Tails did indeed have something to say, "Sonic!" but the dust from the field sprayed into his face and he spat and wiped his face off from it. "Pah, ugh! We don't know if they've planted a bomb or something…"
"Metal..?" Eggman bent down by Metal Sonic, weakly trying to strain himself upward, though his ripped arm sparked wildly with his messed up right eye. "Ohh… dear…" Eggman picked him up, cradling his creation in his hands. "Activate protocol 7, immediate shutdown. Restore what you can. I'll rebuild you shortly." Metal Sonic's eyes flashed twice before a power-down noise followed the fading of his eye-lights.
"Eggman…" Tails was uncertain about addressing him, but as Eggman moved up, he could see the slight sorrow in his stance.
"This is all my fault." Eggman spoke up then, "If it weren't for my boasting, he wouldn't have been aggravated enough to come out of hiding… I had thought his electrical supply had all but depleted by now… I suppose I was wrong."
"Wait! You knew Metal Sonic was alive!?" Tails looked amazed, but still pointed an accusing finger to him.
"Peh, course I knew! You think you and that little girl bot could stop my perfect creation?" He rose an eye brow and then dipped it fiercely to a glare. "I'm a better inventor than that."
"Says the man who made anther one of him." Knuckles stepped forward, gesturing an angry glove at the deactivated Classic Metal Sonic in his hands, and then folded his arms.
"Hoo..! Says the annoying echidna's whose 'genius' friend invented a flying nuisance." Eggman countered, and that's when Tails remembered…
"MA…" He reached behind him to pull out of his tails his Miles-Electric.
He scanned for her signature reading…
"Oh no!" His monitors picked up her fast-moving signal, maneuvering out of the reach of another signal, and three more signals coming at them… "Metal me and Metal Knuckles weren't retreating! They were regrouping! Metal's got Omochao!" Tails quickly spun his tails and flew quickly towards the top of the stadium's rim, where Sonic and the Neo Metal Sonic's support robots flew up over.
"…MA?" Eggman didn't understand the lingo, but grew curious about it… "What would Metal Sonic want with… HMMM!" His glasses almost slid down his nose as his eyebrows shot up as far as they could. His mustache jumped up like a bird's wings and he pushed his glasses back.
Like a child, he jumped from one foot to another, looking for something before seeing his Eggpod arrive. He quickly shoved his Metal Sonic in the pod and climbed in—falling in, more accurately—and fumbled to get upright and fly off.
"What was he so jumpy about..?" Knuckles wondered, before looking to the others still in the stadium. "Everyone, it's okay now. Metal Sonic's threat- or rather… the attack is over. Let's try and gather the crowd and make sure no one's hurt." Knuckles surprisingly took charge as the others agreed and raced off to find the large crowd.
Much to their relief, it seemed most had driven off and others were still piling in the parking lot, but everyone looked safe.
Cream was huddled up with Cheese as Blaze approached her.
"What's wrong..? Are you hurt?" She knelt down, being as tender as she could be and lightly placed her hand on her head. When the little girl looked up, she removed it and waited for her response through her tearful uttering.
"O… Omo…Omochao and I were separated." She sniffled, wiping her tears.
Cheese also hugged her, looking up with sorrow as well as he worried for his robotic friend as well. "Chao, Chao…"
"Don't worry." Blaze smiled sweetly, but then looked up towards the sky. 'Omochao… that's the name Tails said too… what would this robot want with the announcer?'
Still frantic, Omochao tried with all her gears on overdrive, flicking and spinning herself to maneuver just seconds out of his claw strikes. It helped that she remembered his battle style too… although the painful memories of being shredded didn't exactly fill her with confidence.
Oh, how she wished she had her former design. She could fight him. Truly put an end to his terrifying reign…
After a moment, she found he was reading her. Calling her moments and starting to get clever. At first, he had chosen speed over agility, but now he started to hesitate just long enough to spin a propeller off of its orbit for a moment. "W-woah!" she stabilized herself, holding her head before seeing a large tree up ahead.
'Grr…Ooohh… if I can just move fast enough..!" this was her last try, she wouldn't be able to keep his attention any longer.
"Come and get me, you big bully!"
She cried out as his eyes calculated her next direction. Swiftly, he pursued, but didn't see her take to the skies at just the last moment…
His eyes widened.
He hadn't realized that her small body would easily dodge the tree truck but leave him with barely any room to move.
He slammed into the tree as metal crunched together like a car wreck, his head turned and body crinkled up from the added, massive amount of impact his thrusters propelled from behind as he hit. The abrupt stop meant his momentum kept going, the flame on his back still wiggling his body into the tree before he shut it off and pulled away from the tree.
Then… snickering…
His head shook, absolutely livid, looking up towards the little robot…
She couldn't help it. She put her large, teardrop arms up to her metallic face and laughed at him. It was pretty funny, but her mind knew better than to taunt him further.
Her energy and oil was running low… she wouldn't be able to do that again.
'…So you can't dodge me again…'
She froze.
'Tell me…'
He grabbed the tree, using it to turn his body towards her.
Her eyes flickered in panic moving slowly away and farther up from him.
'…Why my communication technology… is found within a metallic insect?'
She spun around, flinging her arms around as worry and terror at last took over her again and she bolted. "Wha-ahaha-!" she hadn't realized… he had picked up her brainwave signal!
She cut the signal off, worried he would find something in her thoughts. He communicated to her, directly through the old connection that allowed Classic Metal Sonic to commune with her.
She hadn't realized… that Neo Metal Sonic could probably re-tap into those old, wireless lines…
Fearful of his curiosity, she retreated. What else could she do? She had lured him away from hurting innocent people, her friends,… she even saved the new Metal Sonic. She was surprised by that, but she knew what it was like…
To be under the claws' wrath…
It was honestly in a small moment, the swift speed of Neo Metal Sonic's blue and blurred hand reaching out and gripping her down to him.
She struggled, but finally gave in to her panic. Shaking her head, she tried to beg again as she had once done with Classic Metal Sonic. "Nooo! Let me go! Don't-!"
He narrowed his eyes, "At last… this foolish game of cat and mouse ends." He crushed slightly more force against her bulky build, cranking in and denting the metal form.
"N…No…" her eyes flickered in fear. 'I just gained my independence… I don't want to die!'
Caught… once again…
Hope left her mind as he brought his other hand up and landed to the ground, focusing entirely on the kill at hand… "I'll destroy you for your insolence..!"
As the claw reared back, her eye-lights turned to a slit line, and she turned her head—
"MASTER!"
As if time froze, his hand jerked back… hesitating.
Her accident wasn't realized at first.
She shivered in her fear, quaking as her sides tore from his nails digging in and piercing her, making sure his hold on her didn't falter.
His shoulders fell slightly… and at last, his shock moved his hand to investigate.
He traced the cracks on her large forehead, trying to find an opening.
When he finally found it, Omochao's eye-lights flashed back to fill the fullness of her oval, swirl eyes.
"Wait-! D-don't-!"
She grabbed an inquisitive claw, trying to stop his intrusive probing but he had already unhatched the metal and pulled it off.
His eyes shook.
The metal covering hid answers, but created more questions that Neo Metal Sonic couldn't solve.
He was amazed and bewildered, shaking his claw hand and crushing the metal covering as his formed a fist.
"What… is this!?"
What he found was a hybrid, a Frankenstein matrix of his work mingled with Tails's ingenuity.
Unsure what to make of the monstrous contraption in his hand, and feeling offend simply by looking at it, he bent his head fully down to her…
"What are you..?!"
She simulated a gulp and turned her head away.
"A pathetic attempt to master my own perfect creations!? Does that puny fox really think he has what it takes to rival my designs!?" he reared himself back, holding her up above him. "You're a disgrace to my genius!"
So…
She looked sorrowfully down at him.
He didn't notice..?
"GRRAHH!"
"WHHAA!"
Covering her eyes, she felt a hit and was sure she would never be able to be rebuilt again.
She waited for the darkness, but then another hit.
"Offph!"
She bounced on the ground, shaking her head and pushing her little body up to turn and see Sonic had knocked her out of Neo Metal Sonic's hand…
"S…Sonic…"
Her being soared with new joy…
Was she saved?
Metal gripped his arm, having been kicked away by Sonic's attack before the two jumped and started fighting one another.
"Another blue pest!" Neo Metal Sonic blasted a horde of missiles out from the sides of himself, blasting around just behind Sonic's steps.
Sonic smirked, tilting his gaze back to his old enemy.
"Gee, Metal Me! You're still just as slow as ever!"
"GAHHH!"
"And your shout's turned a little rusty, yikes!"
He jumped up to a tree's branch, looking behind himself as he kept his balance. "How much is your oil intake? I bet you can't even fly a mile without losing gas."
"I can't believe I was distracted… you're the true-"
"Menace of your existence?"
"LET ME FINISH!"
"Haha! Too slow!"
Sonic quickly taunted and led Neo Metal Sonic further into the forest while Metal Knuckles and Metal Tails, having already been damaged by Sonic catching up to them, struggled to fly after their master…
Out of Neo Metal Sonic's grasp, Omochao fled, flying as far as she could before feeling her systems shutting down… her gears begin to spin off their wheels…
She slowly faltered to the ground, twitching to keep herself operational, before looking up and seeing something covered by a green mat of grass…
"…I sense… How is that possible?" some robotic noises initiated to indicate a very familiar energy signal… coming from beneath the large hill…
It looked irregular to her eye…
Looking down, she saw a lip of turf, and moved it up.
Like a rug, it swung up and revealed a copper metal alloy underneath it.
She gasped, "It can't be!"
The signature signal…
Was stating she was within the compounds.
Within Neo Metal Sonic's run down and ruined base, Metal Amy shifted her fabricated hair as it swayed each beautiful strand over her shoulder…
She looked up at the top of her imprisonment and rose up from her knees to look at the top of it.
There was a faint indication that someone's tank was low…
But… who's was it?
"You may have won this time, Sonic… but you're thinking is flawed!" Neo Metal Sonic hunched over, gripping his arm as his opposite side sparked with injuries.
Sonic flicked his nose, grinning confidently with an amused chuckle.
"Is that so..? I think I think pretty well." He rubbed under his nose and lowered his eyes a little bit, still taunting Neo Metal Sonic on…
"What's wrong Metal Me? Without your little nurse, you can't keep fighting me like you used to, huh?"
The comment sent a fire raging like he had let lose a match in a coal mine.
Neo Metal Sonic's eyes twitched.
"…Still hung up over the loss… Metal?"
Sonic lowered his hand, looking like he was examining Neo Metal Sonic's reaction to him.
"What loss?!"
He glared at his timeless rival.
"I still have her… it seems to me you're the one that can't forget that…"
"…What do you mean you have her?"
Sonic's face turned to confusion, blinking in innocence.
"You rebuilt her or something?"
"Of course I rebuilt her! What are you implying!?"
"…I guess… Nothing."
Sonic shrugged, not going to take it further.
'So…' he opened his eyes, 'He didn't find out who Omochao's real identity was… but then… are there two Metal Amys now..? And if so, why didn't he send her out with the rest of the metal gang..? Wouldn't he need her support options?'
"What are you staring at..?"
Neo Metal Sonic had never seen Sonic stare at him with such thought before, and it led to suspicion…
What was Sonic thinking..? And why the sudden interest in hearing about Metal Amy..?
Sonic just stared at him a minute more… pouting, before giving a big yawn and fanning Neo Metal Sonic's question off from himself.
"Nothing, Nothing~ I'm just getting bored standing around, is all. I was hoping that would make you come at me again. Oh well, old bots gotta take his nap and recharge." Sonic stretched, exercising a moment in place and even being bold enough to do push-ups… while clapping with each push.
"But I-" Clap! "Guess that-" Clap! "We'll fight-" Clap! "Again then!"
"Grrr… Enough of this." Neo Metal Sonic threw his hand back to his supports, who looked to him for instructions.
His cape flowed and he sent a wireless signal to them, communicating as they glared to Sonic and rose up, fleeing with the new wind…
"Till we fight again… My mortal enemy…"
"Bane of your life?" He cooed, giving himself a charming look.
"Tsk. She's made you soft…"
Neo Metal Sonic turned his head slightly.
"Huh? Who has?"
Neo Metal Sonic jumped with a powerful leap, carrying himself away as Sonic watched him a moment before scratching the upper side of his head.
"…Huh… Did he mean-?"
"Soooniiiccc!"
Amy Rose charged through the thicket, reaching her arms out and jumping into him.
"H-hey! What gives?" Sonic caught her but seemed uneasy at the entry, "What's the matter?"
"Oh, Sonic! I'm glad you're safe!" she cried out, moving away and putting her hands worriedly up by her chin, looking around him. "Where's Omochao? Isn't he with you?"
"Oh, yeah. I kicked him over there." Sonic nonchalantly pointed off, as if a matter of fact statement.
"You kicked him!?" Amy's voice shook him and he flinched his body in, looking back to her with a sweat-drop forming ever so faintly on the side of his face.
"W-well… I had too, Amy."
"Oooh! There is never a good reason to kick a poor, defenseless robot, Sonic!" She stomped off towards where he pointed and started to look around, like a concerned mother in the grass. "Omochao? Omochao..? Where are you, sweetie?" she held a fist to her heart and moved some long leaves out of the way, and other bushes as well.
"I don't see him…" She thought about Metal Amy then… "What if … she…" she looked off then, worriedly towards the setting sun…
Neo Metal Sonic landed in a clearing, walking ahead towards his Metal support.
They held their ground, waiting for him, before he lengthened his claws and slashed both their heads off.
"Insolent..! Your all useless to me!" he heard the small explosions of the cords sparking out from their sudden disconnection and used his cape to guard against the heat wave it created.
"Tsk…" he kicked Metal Tails's body, having been blown off some of his other limps from the explosion. "…What if you were like her…" he lowered his eyes then… staring at his burning creation…
"…What if you both were like her..?"
"What if there are two of her?"
Neo Metal Sonic charged an energy beam in his hand, forming a ball and then shot it back with a twist of his torso.
Eggman skillfully dodged the assault, and smiled with a wicked but knowing grin as his glasses reflected the yellowish orange of the fading sun.
He placed his hands professionally together and in front of his Eggmobile, grinning from ear to ear… "Hello, Neo… Or, do you prefer your whole, new name? Honestly, it's quite a mouthful. And I'm not against mouthfuls! Ho-oh! Oh no! But I'm just saying, it doesn't roll off the tongue quite as nicely as-"
"Enough chatter… Doctor… Do you have a death wish as well?" he was referring to the fallen robots before him…
Eggman looked at them, sticking out his lower lip as if thinking about it before judging against it. "No, no. I've had enough run-ins with you to know that would do me no good." He waved his hand out, but a playful smirk crossed his face again. "However… I do have information I know you'd be dying to know… Seeing as your interest in your little rebel creation still seems to be pretty active… why not hear me out and make a deal~?" he untied his hands from one another and placed his finger tips together, lowering into a hunch as he stared down Neo Metal Sonic, a truly creepy approach… but it was working.
"…What information could you possibly hold on my creation?" Neo Metal Sonic lifted a clawed hand up, showing it still fully lengthened out as far as it could go. "You haven't even found my hideout…"
"And you have yet to find mine, but that's not the point." Eggman leaned back up and opened his arms out, bending his elbows towards his side and lifting a leg over the other.
Neo Metal Sonic was insulted by how relaxed he was, glaring towards his former master… but there was something about his demeanor that seemed to ensure Eggman of his life… what was it?
"Hohoho, curiosity was always your downfall, Metal. You don't mind me referring to you as that, now do you? After all, I may have another you, but you're still my precious failure~" he put one hand under his chin, almost pretending to dote on his long, lost metallic son… "But I digress." He continued, sitting up. "I have valuable knowledge on what may have occurred at your little fiasco of a battle with Metal Amy."
Neo Metal Sonic's eyes widened and held their stare.
"…Shall I go on?"
"I defeated her. There is no knowledge you could possibly know that I don't have." He started to walk menacingly up towards the Doctor, getting ready to strike him down from the skies…
"A-ah-ah! But… If you'll trade me the location to where you mine your flexi-durable alloy…" he immediately reversed his Eggmobile to stay out of Neo Metal Sonic's range… but the fact that Dr. Eggman wanted his alloy made him stop and tilt his head to listen further…
"I could tell you something that would really rock your reality." Eggman beamed a villain's sly pleasure at having the upper hand.
"Share it… And I'll tell you what I've figured out."
"…What do you know..?" Neo Metal Sonic narrowed his eyes but lowered his hand down.
"Ah, see? We're finally communicating! I think that was the problem all along between us two… back in the day? I think it was a lack of clarity and-"
His claws scraped against each other, mimicking the ticking of a clock…
"R-right, well, what I mean to say is… information first." Eggman extended a virtual map up on his dash, having it revealed like a hologram above him. "…please?"
Neo Metal Sonic looked annoyed by his mannerisms. "I warn you, Doctor… You won't fair well if you continually treat me like a toy!" He swiped his hand and withdrew his claws, the location being sent and the map revealing a blinking green dot on the light blue hologram.
His obsidian, sleek cape wrapped around his torso a moment from the strong wind before flopping and flapping back behind him.
He folded his arms, looking about ready to quit this little charade and depart to repair his creations already…
"Hehehe… hohohooo… Remember that little blue bot?" Eggman snickered, pulling the map onto his monitor and looking it over carefully.
"…The one that addresses itself as Omochao?" he lowered one of his eyelids, cocking his head back a bit. "I'm vaguely familiar…" He then lowered both, showing his annoyance as he also vaguely recalled the tree…
"Well…"
Eggman stalled, getting the data onto a flashdrive and pulling it out, tucking it into his sleeve…
He grinned.
"Something should be familiar about it…"
"…Are you suggesting that the technology Tails likely salvaged from my battle with Metal Amy was used to creating that worthless contraption?"
Eggman looked up, "Oh? You took a look at its parts?" He seemed genuinely intrigued and surprised at that detail.
"The old programming in it must have been triggered. Sonic's friend tried to replicate or decipher my perfect design… but even with my old technology, it's nothing compared to what I have created next…" Proudly, Neo Metal Sonic boasted and gestured a hand out to mock Tails's attempt at trying to recreate his techniques. But this action could just be a mimicry of Eggman's continually bold speeches of his own excellence…
Dr. Eggman's mustache twitched… he seemed to see the similarity of his gloatings as well…
"Ehem. Well. For a robot so smart, you're missing the bigger picture here."
"You not asking for my technology secrets was the real missed picture, Doctor Eggman…"
"You mock me now, boy! But see here!" Eggman rose from his chair, now seeing that Neo Metal Sonic was in fact parodying him.
"If you could properly connect two and two together, I wouldn't even have to be hovering here and having to holler any of this at you!" He waved his authoritative finger, that truly held no power in this situation, and scolded Neo Metal Sonic before finally letting the penny drop.
"The truth is-! Your precious little creation you loved so much did in fact escape your destruction! I know who Omochao really is! And was! She's your darling little counterfeit to Amy Rose!"
Neo Metal Sonic's stance broke.
"…No…"
All those clever escapes… all those times she evaded his wrath…
Then it hit him.
His eyes looked up to the sky as if reliving the action of Omochao raising its head up, flying higher than him…
His eyes shook and eyes burnt red…
"No..!"
His systems brought the image of her rebellious stance of hovering tall and mighty in the air…a and overlapped it with Omochao's…
The stance… the angle of the head back and upwards… the eyes…
Though two very different forms… it matched perfectly.
"There… Even you aren't immune to surprises from your own inventions…" Eggman grumbled, taking off as Neo Metal Sonic dropped his head, swayed his body back, and blared a loud and outraged cry into the night air…
"NOOOOOOOOO!"
She escaped the torture… his revenge…
Tails must have done more than salvaged parts…
He must have copied who she was…
He must have…
"Her 'heart'…"
Neo Metal Sonic lowered his head again… his whole body hunching down and falling to his knees, gripping his head.
"She's evaded me..? … Me? Lived in this… this misshapen-!?" he looked over his hands, "She… There cannot be even a fraction of her that is not mine…"
He formed a fist, raising himself up.
"She will pay for escaping my wrath… I will do far worse things to her creation than her 'sister' has ever sustained!"
The intensity of the vibrations that shifted the magnetism of the field around him had small pebbles tremble and float slightly around him. The two decapitated robots parts and scrap metal lifted into the air… as his form rose and looked off to his laboratory.
"This time… Not even your 'heart' will tick twice before pain and suffering fries your internal circuits into an everlasting torment! I will make you feel the death of the organics you devote your affections and service to so much—every time you charge me! I will not have you be anything else but mine own creation! And with these two hands… I will make you wish you were never conceived!"
His being blasted forward, a strand of fire swerved in the sky like a snake's path, a sonic boom pushing it out of its trail and causing it to blow away into nothingness…
The jet stream it left created a direct line towards his destination… as Tails looked up in the sky… and carefully watched the sparkling comet disappear over the horizon…
"Omochao…" he softly whispered.
"Please be safe."
(I don't know, Tails. He seemed pretty TICKED. I don't know how she's gonna wiggle herself out of this one… But what on earth could possibly happen? I mean… they're robots! Robots can't… w-well…
Could they?
The terror continues as we kick off Season 2 with a powerful declaration from Neo Metal Sonic! Has he truly abandoned the organic errors he grew so fond of through Metal Amy? Will that horribly abusive and possessive bond ever turn sweet and gentle? AHAHAHAHAHAHAH You're reading the wrong fanfiction! Or… are you? Stay tuned~ ;)b )
BONUS:
Eggman happily placed his flashdrive into his super computer, rocking onto his toes and pushing upwards as everything powered on and took the data…
Classic Metal Sonic, having been repaired by Orbot and Cubot dragging him back to Eggman's hideout, walked briskly onto the center hub's bridge…
"Ah! Metal~" Eggman turned around, cooing like the devoted father he acted out in front of Neo Metal Sonic. "You should hear this… that little robot you met today? She was once a powerfully rebellious robot… she was invented by your previous model… and ended up—ironically—betraying him in similar fashions." Eggman laughed, his shoulders bouncing in amusement at that. "Karma." He wiggled his head up as if treating it as a silly thing.
He then made his way over to him, moving behind him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders, having to hunch down and squat a bit to do so. Classic Metal Sonic looked down at his arm, not seeming to understand the strange gesture, before turning to look back up at him, not very happy—nor comfortable—at the 'touch' his master was giving him apparently…
"She basically destroyed him… or rather, he destroyed her first but she still left him obsolete. Can you imagine, Metal? Well, of course you can't. I made sure of it! Haha! Ahh…" Eggman moved his hand away from him and placed his hands behind his back, walking back to his overly larged computers… clearly compensating for something…
Or maybe he just liked a large-screen, 4K screen…
"You could probably even communicate to that little robot through his old technology too! Come to think of it…" he scratched under his chin. "Ah, it doesn't matter. With how Neo Metal Sonic was reacting, the figure known as 'Omochao' won't be around much longer anyway…"
Classic Metal looked down, amazed slightly that that little robot challenged his predecessor, and even more amazed that in a former life… she narrowly beat him.
Fancinated by the story… he suddenly looks very convinced at a new thought in mind…
He could be the best Sonic… if he could tame the one thing the other two Sonics couldn't…
He started plotting then… from that moment on… the silent commitment to use her against the Sonics… and then, destroy her and prove his ultimate worth and creation was better than theirs!
Organic or scrap metal… he would trump them all…
Proving once and for all his masters words…
His greatest, number one creation…