Metallic Need

by CGMayra

Metal Sonic breaks out with a vengeance, set on a new theory that Sonic's friends give him strength, he creates his own support units and plans Sonic's destruction. However, Metal Amy is fascinated by organic life, and wishes to be more like them. Can Robots really feel? (MetalSonicxMetalAmy)CONTAINS:Kiss/Makeout,Master/Servant,Villain Love-Story so Abuse/Violence,Torture/RobotKill

10. Bonus chapter (UNEDITED)

Metallic Need : Bonus Chapter (NOT THE FINAL, FINISHED CHAPTER YET.)

Because my friend loves it and I had to write something for her lolol Love you!

Here is what started it:

Idea about burning oil and Neo Metal Amy laying on her stomach seductively in it (since she can't catch on fire, but she could melt lolol) the oil is around and over her so it looks like she's on fire too.

The power walk like, "This alloy doesn't react to such small heat." (hahaha but the real heat is inside their coding lolololol)

Neo: I always knew you were prone to flames... I just didn't realize you wanted to die so quickly. Metal Amy: It's those red eyes that hold the real desire for destruction, Neo Metal Sonic. Neo: ... Who said anything about destruction? (~) lolol A purring lull in his metallic string of sounds (He's honestly so turned on and she's just like, ARE WE FIGHTING?)

Metal Amy: Let's rumble! Neo: Tumble? I like the sound of tha- Metal Amy: NO.

Neo: You will be under my power... -holds up a clawed hand seductively- Metal Amy: -leans head back and glares- You have no power! Neo: ... -pulls back- Is everything literal to you now?

(Friend: HE TRIES SO HARD, Me: Suffer my friend lolol I have a lot of metallic feels thanks to you and now I'm in the mood to write some robotic flirting XDDDD he's like 'how make robotic attracted to me without physically magnetizing her to me?' He did that... once lolol)

Neo: -walking around her, wants to say so many things but is having a hard time with his heart virus finding just one- Your attempt at luring me with your new form is pointless. I own you. I created you. There isn't a part of you I don't know already... I have your blueprints in my mind as we speak. Such a shame... you truly can't ruin what I have made. No matter what you invent yourself to be, you'll always have me in you. Metal Amy: ? Are you still calling me pretty after all I've done!? Neo: -wide eyed- 'SHE UNDERSTOOD?'

Neo: -getting frustrated and angry- YOU BELONG TO ME! -up in her face with his hand twitching and wanting to just slash into her. Metal Amy: If I had a tongue, I would stick it out at you. Disrespectfully. -looks unfazed. She turns to walk away and he's just crushing his body inwards and twiddling his fingers in the air like AHHHHHHH cause he doesn't know how else to flirt-

AND HERE'S WHAT IT IS:

Neo Metal Sonic paced the laundry room, hands behind his back, impatient. He looked at the clock with a look that stated that if it didn't tick correctly he'd have it destroyed with the broom of doom. He was already finished with the basket of organic filth that had been deposited into the washing machine of torturous existences... so now it was time for Neo Metal Amy to check in on him. He had a plan, a sinister way to escape this prison confine of Amy Rose's Home and take his creation back, it was flawless, the moment was right! He had planned everything down to the last drop of blood he'd drain from each of Sonic's friends... but where was she!?

The time seemed to slow down around Neo Metal Sonic, he grew increasingly hostile, flicking his claws to create heated sparks that flew off like a small sparkler in a fireworks demonstration as he stopped pacing and glared with a beam of red to the door. 'She's LATE.' his entire metal frame was on edge, as though his being was polarizing with magnetic force and crushing itself in and out. "That's it. My inferior programming has subsided for the day!" He looked to check that the dryer of all burning screams was almost completed, and so, he left his post...

Walking around Amy's home, he kicked and put nicks on all her furniture as he passed by, a way to vent without triggering his programming since the 'safety of inanimate objects' wasn't a prioritized programming... so Amy would finds steel foot dents and scraped wood on her cabinets constantly as a way for Metal to still protest his confinement as a butler. Needless to say, she hated it. Finally, he made his way to the flowerbed outside, pretending a moment in his mind to set the whole thing on fire like Amy's repeated red clothes that he wished he could dye in her blood instead of wash in detergent when suddenly... a flash of light came from the lake outside of Amy's home... He stared as the powerful force of whip-lashing wind blew the petals out from the backyard and surrounded the water droplets that sparkled around the metallic frame.

It was the first time Neo Metal Sonic realized... he couldn't fly to her. That sick, twisted realization sent a feeling of hopelessness throughout his heart virus... his shoulders wanted to fall back, but he tried to will them up... but with the heart programming it was useless. They slumped as he watched her send a blast through the lake, training maybe or figuring out better ways to perfect her battle abilities... against him? He hoped. At least that meant she was thinking of him again. At least he was still somewhat important... He tried to kick off the ground by lifting his heel up and shoving it down, but his jet didn't engage... Why... He kicked again, and again, and again, and again until his eyes squinted in their desperate need to grasp her... hold his creation again... be with her again... Like a flightless bird, he felt useless, defective. Out of all her 'tortures' she tried to conceive against him... this was the worst one yet. She finally did spot him, turning gracefully in the air with her duel turbo engines under her dress and by her legs, seeing him in the distance. '...Be with me.' he commanded, before glaring in his rage. 'BE WITH ME.' he tried to send the signal but she was already coming, a threatening claw reeled back to attack him. He waited quietly as her sound drew closer, and then dodged as she spiked the ground, jumping to the roof and making sure to damage it in the process. He held himself high, feigning dominance. "you're late... even for your own 'torture session'... pitiful."

"You say that as though you're excited." she yanked her hand out, glaring, "Prepare to feel death once more... Neo Metal Sonic!" he twitched at her saying he seemed excited, then mentally scolded the infernal heart programming again for giving it away. "I would say prepare yourself, NEO Metal Amy..." He flared, slowly to let the dramatic wind swoop his waist-cloak out flapping into the air menacingly. "I have plans for you as well..." He matched her glare, but it was much more regal then hers, and it infuriated her. She sent out a metallic cry and charged him, flying up to him. 'Yes... come to me... don't take your eyes off of me. Don't ever stop thinking of me.' he jumped to dodge her, as she materialized her hammer as the silver goop formed it and she sent electricity through it, hitting balls of sparking light towards him. He tilted himself in the air, before wildly gesturing as an acrobatic to dodge them, showing off. Not one hit... 'Pay attention, this will be your first lesson!' He twisted himself and landed beautifully on the roof again, slowly rising up. 'You will feel me... you will know only I can satisfy you...' he gripped his claws, and then shred them over her image a few feet away. 'I want to exist in those eyes... forever...' and then he charged her.

As she braces for impact, she also tries to secure her footing and grabs Neo Metal Sonic's shot out clawed hand, having it tightly compacted to look almost like a spike and flings him down like a martial artists dodge. 'Perfect' his eyes dim as he unparts his fingers and grabs her wrist. "What?" She looks confused, wondering what he could possibly be doing as he takes what looks like a charger pack from out of his waist-cloak, "You look a bit... thirsty." and spikes his thumb into it, having sparks fly out as he jams it into the crevice of her arm-guard. She is electrocuted, but with all her batteries, it's not really damaging. "What are you thinking?" She glares, her body twitching only slightly from the effects. "I could just shove energy out of me! This was your big threat!?" He continues to stare at her... "H-huh?" Then it occurred to her... this feeling... there was no pain associated to it anymore. Now that she looked down at her captive hand, she noticed the pleasant streams of... "Feeling." her eyes widened and she began to struggle to get his grip off. "Let go!"

"How amusing... the creation that used to enjoy this so much... now fights against it..."

"You made me hate it!" she kicked his stomach in, but he held his ground, trying to trigger his engine but it still wouldn't work. He could have at least scrapped up her foot with it spinning, though it wouldn't leave a mark on the alloy... it would have still given off plenty of sparks to the party... "Tell me," He tilted one eyelid down, "If feeling was so terribly traumatic for you... then why insist I struggle with it? Has it not occurred to you that perhaps I-" Before he could finish his manipulation, his eyes widened as she began to glow bright yellow from within her systems, and then turned to him fully. "So you know my pain." and jammed herself up against him. The explosion broke the roof as the two fell through, and Neo Metal Sonic did feel the pain... but enjoyed every second of it. Though he was in immense simulated pain, he fought through it and tried to embrace her... even while falling through the roof... he just wanted to keep her locked to his side. When the crashing consumed them, Amy cried out from upstairs and came racing downstairs, jaw hitting the ground as though this was the last straw. He was steaming... his systems fired, but he had successfully locked himself to her... 'Now, to give the command.' his eyes flickered red, almost about to shut down in an emergency protocol. She started to get up, but he sent all his power to executing the command, and was like a stuck accessory around her. "Ugh, get off!" she faked exertion, as though an organic feeling strain. However, she stood up as the rubble fell around her, arms away, looking down at what seemed to be a destroyed Metal... Clinging to her and not letting go. "He must have locked his arms before destructing." she thought, before turning to Amy to apologize. But while she did... a deadly signal was being sent to her... Neo Metal Amy was scolded yet again and banished to the Lake while Amy called for some help. She was still stuck with Neo Metal Sonic's trash tightly holding itself around her, but continued to try and find ways to 'unstuck' herself from him. Until a sudden idea popped into her head. She didn't know where it had come from, but she pulled lightly against Neo Metal Sonic's head and looked into the blank and black screens of his eyes... "...Huh?" she suddenly saw it flicker with an image of her when she was incomplete up on Eggman's storage ship. "That's..." she watched memories pass by on Neo Metal Sonic's screen, of their first experience under the electric shower to the later advanced 'pleasurable' electric charging sessions they had... but he seemed to be purposefully leaving out more of the recent tortures... She shook her head, "So he thinks of the past too much, so what?" she let the head drop, "...There was once a time... I would have liked to see even a shred of kindness from my master..." she thought out loud, not sure why, as though answering another inputted question. "But those days can never be. Not when you're a robot..." What she didn't know... was that Neo Metal Sonic was searching her memories, learning about Omochao and her previous thoughts. Seeing how she escaped, her betrayal, and her reprogramming. But then he sent more signals throughout her, looking for any sign that she wanted to please or be pleased... any weakness that he can draw upon. "To you... my flaws were nothing more than entertainment and pleasure... but to me... All I wanted was your acceptance." she closed her eyes, not sure why she was digging this out of herself again. A twitching, burnt claw hand suddenly skimmed her back... "All I truly desired was to please you... but you never accepted me, and you wouldn't allow yourself to be errored even though you were!" she swiped at his head, so he remained still again. "No matter what I do, you still torment me! Acting as though I'm something valuable to you! When you didn't even know what to do with me in the first place!" she kept hitting him, as he indirectly triggered her with his searching for information. Then he found what he was looking for... He reactivated his flickering eyes, looking slowly up to her as she stopped hitting him and was pushed to the ground. Still holding her, he lifted his hand up to the crook of her head, "I remember... the last look on your face... before I threw you to the canon-fodder..." He clicked a switch that gave him access to her spine's wires... "I remember... how you looked at me that day." She was shocked he was able to survive that, but even more so how he was still operational. "W-what are you..? What do you possible think you can gain from-!?" He pulled a wire out, and her expression suddenly went limp and her head fell back. Electric sparks danced around the loose wire as he held it up to his mouth, figuratively drinking her energy in as he prepared for the last and final stage... "I never wanted to loose you... but I couldn't possibly lose TO you... So in a way, you still please me... whether by your own will or not, it's an objective you can't possibly erase from your programming..." He dipped down once his eyes stabilized from the power source, and began shocking her with her own power. Bending her into him, he made sure he had enough before rehooking the wire in, and watching her flare up anger, trying to pierce her claws into him as he continued to send a pleasurable amount of energy back into her. He was attempting the revolving door again... "Doesn't it feel... entertaining?" he suddenly laughed as her eyelids blinked a few times, as though trying to fight the sensation of being recharged. "Doesn't it make you wish you never tried to be organic!?"

With the sparks sending only good feelings, though some constant pain to Neo Metal Sonic through his spinal antenna, the two were back to their old ways again but Neo Metal Amy continued to struggle. He gripped the sides of her head and pulled her against his sparking frame, trying to replicate what she had done for him by taking a hand and looping it in a twist around her arm, letting the heat and electricity spark up in a jagged line to send the same memorable pleasures back to her. So it seemed like a role-reversal, but Neo Metal Sonic had no idea if this was even working or not. His first plan was to addict her to him again, make her realize he was the only one she could serve instead of the organics, but her flaws seemed to be strengths when he looked at her memories. He was amazed by her continual ingenuity, and how no matter what problem, she seemed to find a way to wrestle out of the sensations of touch were mostly on Neo Metal Sonic's side, he was suddenly finding himself even more drawn to the heart programming when it made him of think of things and do actions he didn't know were an organic sign of affection... but through her memories he found, stage two in finding a flaw and formulating what systems were still intact also came through to give him location to her wires... how to strengthen himself. He couldn't hurt an organic, but there was nothing that said he couldn't 'tempt' her to do the work for him... Finding that she wanted his approval was laughable to Neo Metal Sonic, but if it meant securing her to him, what was to lose? His pride was already tarnished, and he could punish her later... but right now... he twisted his head and turned her into him, desperate to give her what she wanted in exchange to having the command signal closer and hoping to brainwash her... however... the heart virus was immediately activated, and suddenly, he found himself twitching. "Noo..." He finally had want he wanted... why was it-!? "NOOO..." his eyes blared red, his claw left her form and gripped the ground, digging into it as he fought the new expression being triggered. However, he couldn't, and suddenly... his escape plan didn't matter anymore. Neo Metal Amy was under a lot of stimuli, it was as though being drugged up in delight, but her hand hit his chest, trying to force him off again, "M-Metal..." she stuttered, unable to fight for much longer... because this was something she had once wanted... love without pain. In his struggle, he found himself absolutely giving in and focusing only on pleasing her, something he'd never do if he was fully in control of his own assets. "Stop... stop fighting me..." she was confused, not sure why his demeanor had changed and why he seemed less hostile... more desperate... "Metal?" her eyes were closing as sent all he had to her... every last spark before she regained herself and the command signal stopped... Neo Metal Sonic being consumed in making her loyal to him again. She began to recharge normally, and grabbed him to look and see what was going on. "You..." His eyes were... Green. "You're feeling." He bent them, twitching. "No." he stated. "Yes." she nodded, amazed. "You are feeling... for me."

As Neo Metal Sonic's form shook from the realization of what the heart virus forced him to recognize and reveal, Neo Metal Amy couldn't help but be stunned at his vulnerable frame. She was sucked into the moment, the sparks still zapped at times, but now her entire focus was on this new experience he had never felt before. Could it be? Was he really solely thinking of her and nothing else? "... Metal Sonic..." she referring to his previous life, "Do you..." She placed her fingers lightly on his cheek as the heart virus forced him to react as though panting, his chest rising and falling. "I can't..." His eyes were bent... all the hostility and evil she had known looked completely gone from him in this moment. It left her completely taken aback. She continued to look over him, watching the 'errors' manifest so prominently now. "I can never be this..." He kept repeating more and more things, but she tuned it out. He was so afraid of being organic... she didn't realize it was fear. She moved up and cupped his face, her former compassion shining through one more time, even towards this weakened moment for Neo Metal Sonic. "NEVER say that." she tried to command, but she didn't have that programmed into him to obey. "You are not Sonic... but you can be whatever you choose to be. You don't have to be evil, Neo... you could be like me..." she skimmed her thumb upon his muzzle. "...But I want you." he admitted, his hands coming back up to her own, and then sliding down to cling as though ashamed to her face, scooting himself closer to it. "I just want you." She let go of his face, "No... N-no, it's emotions. Metal, you're feeling! You can feel! You can allow yourself to-!" He gripped her head and pushed it up to his forehead, his green eyes trembling. "No." he declared, "NO." he repeated. "I don't want to change, I don't want to reform. I only want you. I don't want to feel, I don't want to emote. I never wanted anything besides the death of Sonic, the title of the superior Sonic, and you. YOU. YO-! VVEEE...vveee...VVERRR..." he suddenly arched his back as he jerked forward, sparking out to have the sensation of her and him spinning in that heated, electric pleasure wheel again before he hadn't checked his own supply counts... plus, with his body mostly destroyed from their last brawl... it was no use. He had sparked his last and fell limp, shutting down. Neo Metal Amy moved quickly, placing his head in her lap, "Neo! Neo, stay with it! Don't say that! Please..!" She ducked her head, as though crying as he closed her eyes and simulated the desperate loss of hope she had just gained for a split second. "Don't give me hope like this and then just reject and deny it like you did me!" as she turned her head away, feeling the doom of him never truly changing... and him always staying the torturous fiend she knew him to be... a tender hand lightly tapped her nose and skidded his sharp finger off of it. "I never... rejected... you..." he then completely feel limp and shut down, fully nonoperational. He may have hated feeling, hated 'errors', hated that he could never measure up to Sonic no matter how hard he tried to be a better 'Sonic' than him... he never turned her away, but embraced her. Her heart programming was so torn. Omochao's data sparked to life again, pleading. 'You aren't meant to be this... you had a good life. Please. Don't get hung on this again... be free.' she shoved the thoughts away, "He's a machine that can FEEL! He wants only power and dominion! But I think... for the first time... he was forced to realize how organic he really can become..." She knew he was stuck in his ways... but for just a moment, a brief moment... he was almost ALIVE. A soul... that could feel and possibly change. When she carried him home and revived him, building him up again. He went back to the same old chores, and didn't speak to her for a full day. Staring at the stars, she finally confronted him... but he looked away, acting as though that exchange... never happened.

the end

(In conclusion, she's gonna name a child after me. My friend: "Micaela, you were named after disgruntled robots with sexual frustration." her: "What?")

I also decided to make some prompts, about 10 maybe? ALL ARE UNEDITED but enjoy :)b

Fic 1: Back when they were still unfinished, Metal Amy and Metal Sonic when he was constructing her and she turned on unexpectedly, he has a conversation with her that piques his interest in this little robot he's constructing, and that's where the evil fondness first starts... but she is innocent and knows nothing, so he kinda stoically continues and teaches her of her functions along the way Also, the beginning of him admiring his handiwork on her and her alone.

Prompt:

Metal Sonic, still on the old junkyard space shuttle that held the remains of Eggman's past failures and memories. Salaving through them, Metal Sonic had successfully found useful tools, items, and computer software to build his support systems. Not only would they return to Sonic's planet with him, but he would also rebuild himself and them to stand against Sonic's perilous friends that gave his data processing a headache…

Metal Tails's first prototype was given a stronger brain, a way to calculate and strategize better than the two he would construct later… but with a limit; not to succeed his own programming.

Metal Knuckles was given a sturdy, defensive armor and way to barge through enemy strikes like a battering ram, shock-absorbers and thick, cone-like shovels to dig through their often tough hides… but with a limit to his power; not to succeed his own design.

Lastly… the most trickiest to construct of all.

Metal Sonic scanned the heaps of trash left… he had gathered into piles useful materials vs. trash that would prove unnecessary or too worn to be useful anymore. Some of it had been melted through, shredded by Sonic and his friends in the past, and…

His eyes landed upon an … interesting… power source.

His memories of Rosy the Rascal were limited to a fearful child, one who later could summon a hammer and somehow find the implausible strength and courage to face even the most impossible foe.

And yet… through Sonic's indirect encouragement and idealized image of a hero, she triumphed.

But how to utilize such a rare and indiscernible talent? Was it even worth replicating? And by his theories, this new Rosy would need the abilities to improve him somehow, along with combating and mimicking the strengths of her mortal counterpart.

He suddenly trembled, growing in rage as he dug through the metal scrap with vigorous swings of his lengthened steel claws, having the ability to reach out far and extend his limps as he continued to track the piece of equipment that had fascinated him so…

Encouragement… bravery… how could that help Sonic?

His eyes then blared red as the light faded while he continued to submerge himself in the chords, slashing through the metal remnants of Eggman's badniks and old machinery before finally grabbing the square like compartment…

How could it benefit… him?

His eye-lights scanned the object again, checking it's functionality as he withdrew his long claws and tapped the box with an electrical pulse running down his arm into the box.

The box jolted to life, and shocked him back with an even more powerful electric signal.

The lightning actually caused his finger to sizzle, and he shook it in a very organic way… staring at the box as though an idea had popped into his head.

He checked his energy levels, realizing it had juiced him quite a bit.

There was… fight left in this little package of a square electrical unit.

A battery…. Charged and ready to pulse life again into a form… a form Metal Sonic would provide.

His eye-lights dimmed and he made his way out of the tunnel he had created, blasting the parts away as he swiped his arm out to make sure none of the undeserving debris would even touch him.

He placed the box on the counter he had been working on, which used to be filled with pictures and documented plans all stored on USP drives that were useless to Metal Sonic, already having taken the ones of Tails, Knuckles, and even Rosy to use for later purposes in crafting their metal selves's brains.

He tapped the box a moment… as though still wondering how to make this function well enough for his needs…

Crafting a Metal Rosy out of scratch… what would he need?

He looked through his memories, blueprinting but scrapping it at every new idea he formed.

Turning over his shoulder, he looked at the finished prototypes of Metal Tails and Metal Knuckles, dangling on chained hooks just barely off the ground.

It took a moment more… before he started on the pile he had already formed, and began to fuze with a fire torch the parts necessary to make the look work.

He thought about Amy Rose… and stopped.

He had almost forgotten how much she had changed… with her pathic Team Rose, he had successfully copied their data too… and was it right not to consider her change?

Change…

He looked at his unchanging metallic hand.

The fire flickered in his sights… lighting up his face as he realized that even with the copied data from her… what good would an Amy Rose serve either?

Was she not the same? Though her appearance changed?

He looked around for more suitable armor that would be light enough for the moves Amy Rose used with her Piko Piko Hammer. She had some strength, so to balance that with possibly an 'armored form' would suffice.

Amy wasn't always violent, and if this Metal Amy's abilities would mostly be charging and keeping the battle going… then some offensive form would be necessary to preserve herself until the battle was won… and Sonic's lifeless body and friends littered the battlefield.

He noticed an electric spark down at the end of the long, rectangular space shuttle and began to follow it. Seeing that this was something that helped revive him, he picked up the long chord and looked up, seeing it was connected to the ship's main power supply.

If he wanted a large battery support unit… he may need to harness that.

That would mean the entire ship would be left drifting without power… and he needed some of that power to engage the systems of himself and his supports when they were ready to become functional.

He tightened his grip on the heavy chord, pretty decently sized, like an elephant's trunk.

He looked at the box on the counter… quite a distance away now.

Near him lay a large robot's hide, and Metal Sonic finally had a decent enough set of supplies to craft her now.

Hauling the large robot from it's resting place, he carried it on his back to drop in front of the counter.

Connecting many other wires he ripped from other sources, he created a long snake-vine that connected the sparking wire to his counter.

Steadily… he brought the chord to the box… It sparked like a firework with electricity sprinkling the dull, steel, long hall of Eggman's contraptions put to an endless grave…

Metal Sonic's eyes rested on the beautiful scene, his hand moving over the sparks, almost as though fond of the sight and the embers that flew off of the battery.

It was in perfect condition… and still had so much to give... in the ways of destruction and obliterating resistance to Metal Sonic's ultimate objectives.

He lowered his head, determined to utilize this new strategy of the only useful thing he could think of for why Sonic kept Amy around.

Light. Energy. A spark of powerful life..!

A few days went by, much longer than Metal Sonic had anticipated. He was being too picky about this and that, too particular about her shape, the range of her electrical charging limits, and realizing the large box could be used so much more than what he was offering it to do.

He wanted to see it's limits, test it's abilities…

But with all the experiments, he worried it would drain the battery beyond use… however, it proved him wrong time and time again.

Her brain would need to match its energy outlet… so he made it more uniquely able to take in lots of energy sources… unlike Metal Tails.

Her body would have a surplus of kinetic energy to store, and therefore needed a sturdy, limber enough body to fully mobilize herself in both combat and recharging them while in battle… Also giving her the strength to wield such a large, hammered weapon which he took the hide of the battery to forge with the large metal body he salvaged. She would need to be agile, like her counterpart, able to wield the hammer with ease and not have so much tension in her body, but withstand the heavy blows the hammer would power would whiplash or ricocheted back to her. So not only her brain capabilities to calculate battle moves and adjust her weight accordingly would need to be improved, but so would her sense of gravity, and springs and shock absorbers as well… along with an immense tolerance to electrical burnouts, creating a revolving cycle that would allow her to expel and store an impressive amount of power... Unlike Metal Knuckles.

Such care… into a rather insignificant chess piece.

Almost successfully created, Metal Sonic was working on her jets below her rounded, half-cone of a dress, deciding to capture the look of Amy Rose instead of Rosy the Rascal.

While he did so, his long, slender claw accidentally looped and hooked around a chord that tugged on her interal engine, sparking the jet on as a puff of smoke flooded into Metal Sonic's eyelines.

He blinked, before seeing a spark and removing his hands, watching the flame flicker out from actually making the jets turn on…

But then he heard a crink, and looked up in amazement to see that the electricity created from the slight, unforeseen engine rotation from her inner-motor actually was sent to her kenketic storage unit… starting up the battery as it sent invisible sparks to activate throughout her whole body… kick starting her up.

And awake.

He looked up to see her head begin to unlock on it's rotating neck made within the head's construction, and heard the scraping of her metallic coat against the turning motion of her head to look over her shoulder.

She was locked in position, but that was quickly changing as her arms remained straight out….

She buzzed a moment, but he already set up communication links in her software, and felt the signal translate to him.

His eyes opened slightly wider, registering her for the first time and identifying her within the communication wavelengths, his systems automatically translating her meanings to him.

"What?"

It was the first word her still processing brain could communicate.

His eyes lowered, hoping for a bit more of an intelligent response.

"Metal Amy."

He knew she wouldn't remember this moment, having not installed a memory core chip into her yet. It was sitting behind him on a counter, with some functions and objectives already pre-programmed through the functioning computers on Eggman's junkcraft out in space.

He continued working, expecting her battery to give out since the engine didn't rotate for that long.

But he forgot… how that battery could take one little shock… and expand it through the power already stored previously from within it.

She tried to twitch an eye down to see him, but there was clearly some glitching going on, and the eye kept wobbling up as though vibrating between up and down.

"No." she responded, and in a bit of aggravation at his 'creation' being sentient for a moment, he glared up at her. "What you?"

He was surprised she wanted to know more about him than her own self. He tilted his head, "What am I?" he gave a low, metallic hum as a laugh. He lowered his head from her and closed his eyes, thinking this quite suitable for a support unit he literally created to care about his functionality than it's own.

He gave her a snarky look as he met her barely functioning eye again, "Your master."

She remained unresponsive.

He glared, "Metal Sonic." he stated more abruptly, as though having figured her systems should immediately respond to that.

But they didn't.

She looked away from him and towards the dark expanse of the long hallway down the corridor of Eggman's ship.

"What that?" her communication was evolving, but Metal Sonic was infuriated by her dismissal of his stature.

"What is your objective?" To test how well her brain was actually operating, he began to question her to answer in her most basic of commands. Her module should immediately respond, but instead, she continued to have her shifting, shaking eyes examine the world around her.

"...Useless." he had spent so long… so many days more of labor that he wasn't even sure should have been wasted on this metallic folly of a machine!

He rose up, and gripped her head, threateningly. "You will answer to me. What is your objective?"

Her head jolted up and immediately, her attack mode was activated.

"What!?" He released her and watched as the panels on her dress shifted, her soft edges creaked and folded into a hard edge and like a jack-in-the-box, her hammer was deployed out behind her like a spring… shooting Metal Sonic all the way back into the counter…

Her engine was now flaring, and causing her to smoke. Her jets engaged and without proper control over them, she blazed forward and rammed into the walls, destroying her right hand and arm… then shot over to bash the left side of her face, destroying the eye that was there and leaving it to be missing in the rubble below. Her hand grinded quickly against the walls, almost destroying her left arm as well before Metal Sonic blasted after her, his hand looping around her waist from above and behind, and gripping her arm to twirl them both into the center of the lane. Dodging left and right the standing machines, dead badniks, and large obstructions that plagued them in the air.

"Shut down!" he commanded, as her single eye looked up to him, and startled him to his very core.

They were bent… they almost looked… afraid.

There was a sudden feeling in Metal Sonic… as though code that had never before been triggered before.

He turned around and kicked off a robot, skidding his own foot against the steel wall to try and fight against her one-functioning jet.

Like trying to stop a speeding rocket, he gripped her and pushed with his own rockets to the front, and slowly… his determination did slow down her momentum.

'Her battery is more unlimited than I logically thought possible,' he determined, though didn't want to admit he couldn't imagine, such an organic term, that her power supply would be this complexed to compliment.

He had striven to find suitable power outlets for the battery to fully send it's power too, but it looked like might have thought it too small… it was proving to him that it was large for a reason… and carried a willful punch.

"Help." the signal suddenly caught him off guard.

He looked to the struggling robot, unable to comprehend or control itself.

She was still looking at him… for guidance and aid. "Save." … what did she mean by that..?

He felt them travel further down the corridor, and looked to see they were far passed the sparking chord he had connected through many more abandoned chords previously…

They were going deeper into the graveyard than he had been…

They could bash against the safety lock at the end and end up getting sucked out into space… he'd have to drain her battery to get them back.

Why… did he care about getting her back with him?

Was it all that time spent? Or the fact that she needed him to survive?

He shook his head, 'Organic! Stop thinking with such foul terminology!'

He wondered if she meant 'save' as in to save this new data into memory, but couldn't. Was she just pointing out her obvious flaws with being half-finished?

"You weren't meant to awaken." He didn't care about terminology, looking behind him, he knew they were at risk if they didn't slow down enough to brace for an impact that at least wouldn't rip a hole in the large junkship.

"But since you are…" he was dedicated to saving her… why?

The old data of Organic Sonic's influence began to spark new life in him, he gained a power he had not before known possible to a being made of oil and steel.

His jets suddenly launched out a flame so bright and big, it shouldn't calculably be possible for him to transcend his own rusted makeup to be able to pull off.

He held her closer, yanking the now loosened jet off from her under as she tipped up turned him into a spin.

He had the moment in hand, though, and straightened himself out as he and the unfinished Metal Amy bashed into the wall of sealed steel behind them.

They made a dent… but they didn't destroy the seal.

He fumed with rage as she slid off from him and started trying to toddle along like an organic infant, making her way through the piles of scraps and looking at the figures of older makes of Metal Sonic.

Silver Sonic..? Scrapped into an orb it looked like… but also tossed aside.

"You…" Metal Sonic's eyes blared red, watching her waddle over and climb through the messes with no hands, but using her one little stick arm to reach the silver model that used to be a before-model to his own.

He jammed an arm out from it's indent in the wall, raging with how everything turned out.

"You could have ruined everything!" still holding her jet, he felt it finally give way, now disconnected from its power source, and blasted towards her, bent on just scrapping the whole idea of a Metal Amy anyway.

But her battle mode disengaged and she looked to him with one that eye… that looked tenderly towards him in innocence.

He halted his assault and stared at her, floating in spot in the air.

She took her little stem of an arm and tried to point it over at him, tilting as she did so in her damage. "M… Master… Master is … in need of… recharging…" she communicated, a little stream of electricity pulsing from her arm that sparked through the air in an attempt to reach him.

He just watched, amazed she wasn't afraid, but even more so… that with this limited about of potential… her battery kept her functioning for so long… and now her mind seemed to understand her objective.

Unaware of her own existence, she was trying to send a long enough beam of electricity to spark through the air like a lightning rod to reach his metallic frame.

It was a pathetic attempt… but the display of loyalty…

He had only programmed her to obey and fulfill a functionality… this determination of using her entire power, the last strands of her energy,... to recharge him?

"Heal…"

He hadn't taught her that word.

Wasn't even in her systems.

His eyes dimmed in their red.

"Thank… you…"

As she fell back, her one eye dulling into a grey, she sent one last shockingly powerful bolt of lightning that did reach him.

"Ah!" he exclaimed as his systems were recharged and the sensation left a permeant impact on his engine…

A small stream of red heat created a shimmer… then some simmering smoke on the affected area…

His eyes shook in wonder, "This… can't be." It was more than impressive… his trembling hand turned from aggression to an admiring shaking that he held up in front of him. He gripped the spot she had hit… like his heart.

He watched her continue to fry her systems… but determined then and there he would finish what he could of her.

Though the others thought she was unfinished, to him… he knew she had lost her hands and what have you from the little 'adventure' previously.

He knew when she looked and saw the universe that her processing had somehow found some of Metal Sonic's organic-tendencies… and it bothered him immensely under the surface.

She knew how to use organic-like tendencies to get an idea across… but just didn't seem to understand the languages implied pretext.

Life.

The one thing he could never fully give to her, craft for her,... create with her.

Unless..?

Fic 2: I was thinking Neo Metal Sonic could be having a 'bad day' and Metal Amy wants to be useful so she tries... And they kinda bond but then neo gets a little... Steamy again but she thinks he needs to charge, and he notices he didn't even read his own energy levels and convinces her he'd have destroyed her if she thought it was for anything otherwise... And play, of course~ "to mock your inferior errors." GASP! Does he know..? "Do try and hide them better... Or reveal them only for my amusement in attacking them. It's of no concern to me, I'll just scrap them out of you once you're destroyed again." But metal Amy refuses to be destroyed, being clever again! having metal slam her in front of him against the control panel but she thinks he is just testing her again to see if she's still operational for his needs even with errors xD

Prompt:

"Blast!" Neo Metal Sonic bashed the side of his fists into his control panel, his body fully leaning over it as his red eyes blared, looking slightly up at the screen. "I didn't realize… how much data I haven't yet copied from him… he's grown stronger, his technique refined… He's an entirely new Sonic!" He shred his nails into the thin steel and ripped down until the palm of his metallically cased hand encased a level, and stripped it down as the screen began to power up his fortress.

"Send all energies to the drills." He pulled his lengthened, silver fingers out and held one of them up to his face. "I need to study him more… I need a better viewpoint."

The base engaged in life, suddenly powerful drills were pushing against hardened rock that jerked the entirety of his base forward, like a turtle's shell, moving under the ground as the top lifted slightly to not show a trace of movement on the outer-fortress.

In other words, like taking off your hat to magnetically float against the earth, sometimes toppling over large and tall standing trees, but otherwise not affecting the nature below.

It was a way to stealthy move without leaving a trace, though below, the ground-floor of the base was tearing through the earth, causing damage that was unseen.

While the disk above followed the magnetic pull, Metal Amy stopped in her duties to feel the energies pulsing through the secret headquarters of Neo Metal Sonic's abode.

'He's moving us?' she wondered, having a slight hope he may bring them closer to where Amy Rose dwelled. There, she may gather more data about her, and understand the emotions and sensations of organics from a fair distance…

Most commonly, she longed to see more of the emotion 'Joy' as Amy Rose showed it. Her accelerated heart beat that looked more exciting then painful, which Metal Amy had supposed. Her smile that would seem like her meaty coating was ripping its face to the sides, but the stretched fabric of skin didn't indicate any harmful effects of the action. And her eyes,... what was that sudden shift in their appearance? Was it a chemical reaction that made them glossy and shining when Sonic The Hedgehog would approach her? Or was it her body's natural reaction to what organics termed, 'Friendship'?

Metal Amy scanned around, but seeing no one in this hallway, she attempted to use the data she copied, videoed, and study to try and mimic a 'smile'.

Her metal creaked, her muzzle jostled slightly as she tried to force it to bend, and with the new flexible alloy that Metal Sonic had harvested, cultivated, and finally refined into something battle-ready, she only felt the metal bend to crack against her eye socket lens.

'Oh no..!' she stopped the process, touching the sides of her lens and feeling the lens had dented and cracked in. 'If he sees this imperfection..! Will he know I willingly caused it..? N-no! It was an accident! B-but I should have calculated the failure… M-M-My systems should have warned me that 'smiling' would be illogical to replicate!'

She panicked, her body trembling as she held her hands up by her face, looking around for a way to replace the clear, thick alloy on her eyes before her master could see such an imperfection.

As she made her way to the repair room, she paused, 'Once again, illogical.' she was now using her reasoning, deciding to put that as priority just before charging her master's battery supplies. 'If I repair myself, Master will become more infuriated. Only he may edit my design, since it is his to begin with. I am his, and therefore, cannot edit myself or it shall be inferior… OoooooOOooohhh.' she mentally played a image of Amy Rose's infamous whine, and mimicking her behavior, almost slumped down to the ground with her feet bent and to the sides of her, laying down.

It would have been uncomfortable for a robot, since her jets were beneath her metallic dress that didn't quite 'fold' like normal clothes would on an organic.

So she only did it partly and then straightened up, patting the sides of her cheeks like she would see Amy Rose do to 'toughen up' and stay focused, driven, and find a way…

She bundled her hands together, 'I must keep these errors far from my master's critical eye… But how? To hide them would mean… I cannot lie to my master, but Neo Metal Sonic will-!' she gripped her head, knowing that if he found such errors to exist, he would waste no time to scrap her into a metal carcass to work on later.

Her eyes trembled before she squinted them shut yet again, 'I do not wish to be destroyed.' she shook her head and began to shut down her still developing 'heart programming' and turned to try and finish her tasks.

Neo Metal Sonic's power readings were fine… there would be no logical reason to see him, but-...

She couldn't fix this on her own… right?

Would doing so be… considered betrayal? Treason? It didn't seem that harsh to her thinking…

She held a finger up to her mouth, turning to look over her shoulder in fear before realizing the errors had broken out of her 'shut down' phase, and she shook her head again, shoving her arms down. 'Not now! Stay hidden! Survive-! Ah! An Organic word, I m-mean… Ah! Don't stutter! Even in your scripted thoughts!'

She honestly didn't feel safe anywhere, but made her way to the repair room… crossing the threshold that lead passed the center of the base's control room.

Seeing him out of the corner of her eye, her systems reared into panic. If she pretended to have scanned him for signs of battery depletion, she may be able to leave unnoticed…

Her eyes watched him, pausing only a moment to fake her panic as just simply pausing to scan, totally not a slip-up and showing signs of organic 'shock' or 'fear' as she once again noted his power levels were alright.

She would need to come back in a few minutes, but she could try and get the corners of her eyes patched up before then.

She began to continue walking, trying to be as unsuspicious as she could. (meme: don't be suspicious, d-d-don't be sus-suspicious~)

However, her weighed metal made a sound with each powerful step, it was near impossible to be silent, as Neo Metal Sonic was already in a foul mood, he turned his glaring gaze back over his shoulder to see her retreating across the entrance of the room.

The sliding doors were held open due to the base being moved, as a sign of exit, but he pivoted only slightly towards her… needing to vent off some steam …

"Metal Amy,"

She paused, halting as she closed her eyes. 'No…' she thought to herself, worried he would now see the damage on her eyes, asking what happened, she couldn't explain it without immediately being torn apart and scraped for later reuse…

" Where are you going? "

"My master," she turned and bowed to him, walking back into the center of the entrance area. She remained bowed and poised, "I was passing by and checked your readings. I will return when it is more appropriate to recharge you. I didn't wish to disturb-"

" Wish ?"

To her knowledge, that wasn't an organic term…

"Yes." she replied, "I knew it would be unwise to disturb you without adequate reason."

"...You wanted to, then?" He twiddled his fingers around the side of his face, lowering his eyes at her excuses. He knew she avoided him if at all possible, so why the sudden appearance..? He trusted that her scans were, indeed, correct without having to scan his own body to double-check it… so then… what was she doing? Just passing through… " Disturb me?"

She thought a second, "I wouldn't dare interrupt you without sound purpose, my Master." she then answered his first command, "I was heading away from you, since my purpose was not needed at this time."

He began to walk towards her, and with each metallic clank of his footfalls, she felt herself losing more and more hope of walking out of here in one piece .

But she wouldn't give up without a try, though. She would fight in whatever way her processing could logically think of to excuse herself.

Why must he always make it difficult to remain intact?

"A 'wish' would be implying that a robot could feel hope." He held his hands behind his back, stopping to loom over her while she remained in a continual bow, her hands together and up to show further respect. She stood there, bent like a statue in place… He lowered his eyes even more, amused by how much she wanted to escape his presence. He looked away, up towards the sides of the ceiling as though pretending to not notice her obvious 'desire' to flee and get away from him. It almost gave him a power surge… something to ride off of. "And a robot has no need for hope. It knows what can and cannot happen… do you know this?" He gently flicked his fingers under her bent head, as though scraping the gap between her uniformed eyes… the car-shield-like substance that were damaged would show screen cracks and bents, possible glitches could happen too… she couldn't open them for a second!

"My vocabulary has been updated and registered, Master." she thought quickly again, which made him find that quite… precious .

"It's almost too amusing how much you fear me." He pulled his hand away, up by the side of his face again, showing off his supremeness that only made her halt any reply back. She didn't want to displease him… but being taunted and played with wasn't what she wanted either…

"Down that hall are only a few different useful rooms…" He eyed the direction she was heading in. "You're bold enough to not just directly tell me where you were roaming?" he ended it on a question, making it not a command to answer.

She remained still in her eternal bow.

He tilted his head, "Were the other supports bullying you again?" it was another tease, a jab at her own tiny sense of pride in herself.

She quickly turned the whole conversation over to him, "I am not worth your time nor concern, My Master. I will be battle ready should you ever request of me, and your time to charge is at hand, but not needed at present. May your humble creation know what ingenious plans you were executing this time?" Like she cared, but found this to be a way to get him to show off something that wouldn't be her untimely end again.

He stared at her a moment… before flipping his cape back and walking towards the Control panel, seemed he did want to gloat… so she followed him.

With all the energy of the ship getting put into moving, she wondered if she had fully stocked up on energy to power him and the supports while also having the sufficient time and abilities to fix her eye-screens. It was definitely risky, and she put the learnt data into her memory core so she wouldn't attempt a 'smile' again.

She had an incredible power-storage system, but it took a great deal of electricity to keep everyone and everything operational… she would just have to hope she had enough left before shutting down like an abandoned tincan.

"Do you expect me to believe you were just walking around and wasting precious electricity?"

She was surprised he kept on that topic, but didn't reply to the question, only squinting her eyes slightly open to make sure she didn't bump into him or anything else while her sensors where occupied with hiding her organic-inspired faults.

He kept his head in front, but turned his eyes as though expecting her to try and reply, but when she didn't, just opened some files on the control panel. "These are your masters plans, and these are further blueprints when I have perfected my studies of Sonic and his friends…"

It was her new form, and she didn't really want to view it. She looked more or less at his inventions otherwise listed, but as he spread his arms out, it was clear he wanted her to feel threatened by showing he already had plans for another update for his supports.

She wasn't that intimidated, due to the fact that he was still researching the organic enemy, and therefore, was still editing things to his liking.

When his boasting arms slowly lowered, his head turned back to her and she quickly shut her eyes like a garage door slamming with a hard pound against the ground, but in this case, her muzzle. "Impressive as was to be expected, My master, to give further praise would only mean error. You're perfection over the understanding of destruction and ideal beings of metallic superiority are once again without question, my Master…"

She hated puffing him up with so much pride, but if she kept him happy it wouldn't matter.

"Yes… I know." he put his hands behind his back, and for a moment, she peeked open her eye to see he wasn't looking at her, but staring at the screen again.

"...Your opinion matters very little… since you couldn't fathom the further plans I have for-" he was about to exit out of the files… but paused on his words and actions. His eyes flicked up, as though remembering something, and turned around.

"What do you think… of my superiority?"

She remained silent, thinking why he would ask such a thing. She couldn't be honest, that was for sure, but she truthfully didn't understand 'perfection' or 'superiority' no matter how many times he kept saying he was.

"As you have said, master, my opinion matters very little. That being said, the little that entreats you to ask with such intrigue allows me to confirm that you are indeed, the pinnacle of Sonic ."

He saw she was still with her eyes closed again, still in a bow, and turned back to the screen and closed the files down. "He's changed… while I have remained constant and perfect… yet he finds a way to become stronger… he won't stand a chance this time. Tell me, Metal Amy, do you believe yourself to be the pinnacle… of Amy Rose?" he narrowed his eyes, but she again remained silent in her processing.

'What is this he's going on about?' she wondered, but continued out loud. "I shall know when you tell me, my Master… May I ask you something in return? That your humble creation might understand what my current limitations would like an answer too? One only you, my master, can give." she pleaded, and his eyelids bounced a moment as though this wasn't what he was expecting.

"I'll answer what you can't compute." he shifted his head slightly towards her, curious.

"...My master never worries, he is sure as all robotic existence should be, or should I say, is. How is it that Sonic has defeated you in the past..? How can stronger grow stronger, being flawed and imperfect, my master?" she hoped this wouldn't frustrate him, but was secretly also hoping it may reveal what she wanted to see in him…

She squinted her eyes open, watching him remain still as she countered his last statement about being perfect. If he was perfect, then why, even as Sonic changes, has he continual lost time and time again?

"Bold of you." he stated. "You've seemed to think you've found some sort of contradiction in my statements?"

Again, not ending on a command. Did he… want to discuss and talk?

"Not bold, my Master, unable to compute." she was staying alive after saying such a thing, but he noted her double-meaning. She'd have to be careful and act like she wasn't 'his perfect' enough to understand.

He had already shown her plans to remake her, so saying her current form wasn't all she could be was ingenious. She could avoid destruction and act stupid while he didn't have a way to rebuttle it.

When asking if she thought she was a perfect Amy Rose, how could she be? To her, Amy Rose was spectacular. She didn't want to be a better version of it, she wanted to be it . Copy her every movement and feel the same thrills of organic emotion as she did.

The fact that they had so many emotions, could change their facial expressions and one moment be dancing and the next sitting and having food together…

That change… that ability to do so… made Amy Rose the most beautiful thing in the cosmos to Metal Amy.

She didn't care if she wasn't Neo Metal Sonic's 'perfect', she was wonderful being 'imperfect'.

"Then perhaps you need an upgrade sooner than expected." he was getting frustrated, maybe he couldn't answer?

"I know only what you tell me, and currently, Master has shown me that his plan is to duplicate and perfect a line of 'supports' that mimic and greatly enhance Sonic's imperfect friends. They will be, eventually, perfect counterparts of his friends… But if Sonic keeps changing, along with the other organic lifeforms… will we continually have to be reaching for perfection?"

Neo Metal Sonic whipped himself around, "Reaching!? No matter how much they change, once you are perfect, there is no change they could possibly make within themselves to ever compete!" he crunched his fingers in, and she bent herself even further down.

"Computed." she didn't want to push her luck. "I'm glad to hear that one day, I shall never need my master to trifle with things like blueprinting my next edits again."

He paused, his eyes centering themselves and then his attention went back to her.

"...Yes… One day," he put his hand down, relaxing it from the previous tension he had. "...Do you… ' wish' for such a thing?"

"My master?" she didn't actually know what he meant by that.

"...That I'll never have to work on you again. Wouldn't that make you…" he leaned down and held her head up to him again, forcing her to take a step towards him. "Lonely?"

"A robot cannot get lonely." She kept her eyes relaxed, if he shredded into her, game over, but oh well.

He watched and examined her a moment,... turning her head left and right. "Is there a reason… you don't wish to view me?" he looked for any indication of error, just in case. It was his favorite game after all, a pastime he couldn't get enough of. But so far, nothing...

"Wait…" He noted a slight bend in the tip of the corner curve of her muzzle, as though something had been pushed up against it. He then looked at the other, and skimmed his tipped finger to it.

She remained silent and still, so he reached in and smoothed it out, rubbing it back and then pressing it in. "Remain more alert and careful with your current form." he scolded, but… surprisingly… seemed to leave it at that? "Or I will have to bother myself rushing your new updates…" He tossed her head back, turning back to the control panel as she balanced herself.

'...Was he lonely..?' she wouldn't dare speak such a thing out loud, and she couldn't compute him being imperfect but…

Why then… ask her such a thing?

'Cannot compute.' she shook her head, unable to think about it further. While her mind wanted evidence, her central control systems wouldn't dare allow her to continue such processes.

He remained at the control panel, and she thought this might be a dismissal, so began to slowly retreat.

"Did I say you were excused from my presence?"

She paused, swiftly turning around and standing upright like a military stance. "Once again, I have misinterpreted your superior intentions. I shall commit that to my memory core." she then waited… her eyes squinting to see that he was once again, not facing her.

A moment went by, he just kept typing in to see further cameras as the base moved and the continual images of Sonic and his friends fighting Eggman robots.

'How discouraging…' Metal Amy thought, seeing all those robots suddenly crashed into by Sonic's powerful attacks. Homing-attacking, Sonic seemed able to just tap a robot and it would blast into large pieces flying everywhere.

Her eyes bent, showing sorrow but quickly adjusted herself to not let her errors appear.

She stared at Neo Metal Sonic… alone as he watched multiple robots get destroyed again and again on different cameras he shifted through.

Her heart programming suddenly brought up an image of Sonic looking off into the distance… as Amy Rose approached behind him, sneaking up and embracing him, as his surprise completely changed his demeanour and he turned to see her.

She moved in front of him and her smile spread to give him his own.

Before she could calculate anything, the immense risk this meant to her form and possibly angering him further, she moved up…

And lightly placed her hands and weight against his back.

Neo Metal Sonic's body seemed to metallic lock or jolt into place, before she noted that he was taking her weight into consideration and had evenly balanced himself to take all of it.

'Is he… accepting my error?' it was a thought she wanted so much to be proven true, but her systems, again, wouldn't allow such processing to continue.

"And what… might I inquire… do you think you're doing?" It was subtle, but as he turned to look at her, his eyes blared red and he flung her to the control panel, pushing her up against it as her back slammed with the electrical sparks that flared from it.

She dented the buttons and switches, instantly damaging everything as the screens above began to glitch and her stored electricity absorbed it.

The panel shut down… leaving them in total darkness… all except his vivid scarlet eyes.

Something in her was deeply damaged, and it wasn't the electrical boxes that powered her or anything physically disconnecting… it was something she couldn't describe, something he may never be able to compute.

She was changing. She worried she'd never be his ideal, perfect Metal Amy Rose counterpart in his great, master plan. Something made her feel heavy, and not the fact that he was pinning her up against a computer, put at a weird angle, or that his knee rose up to jam to the side of her hip to limit her immobile unless he moved… there was a continual depth to this sensation… that her master may never understand her, never fully accept her, and that she would ruin his plans…

...Forever.

She remained quiet as he domineered over her, her eyes screens on and visible, but due to the power outage created from him smashing a electrical outlet—herself—into a conducting electrical grid—the computer controlling most of the ship—there wasn't much he could do to see her cracked and dented eye screens unless he looked for it now.

He loomed there, his hands slowly gripping and denting her layered armguards. They folded to his powerful crushing like tinfoil to its constricting force.

"Answer me." he glared even deeper,... did he think she had pitied him?

"...It's time to recharge… Master." She lowered her eyelids in defeat, tenderly aware that she couldn't even 'comfort' him without him seeing it as some sort of error.

Yes, she did pity him. She couldn't help but care that in some way, everything seemed so futile. That Organics had won and would continue to win, because they were the perfect, changing organisms that the earth created to last forever upon it.

Why could she see that, and not him? It was incalculable… change .

But the power of change had created an interesting robot… one that Neo Metal Sonic couldn't possibly hope to limit and subdue time and time again.

Metal Amy knew… because of the continual development of her 'Heart Programming' she would never cease learning, expanding her abilities to reach passed limitations, and become what all organics could be… more than where they began.

A robot could edit itself a thousand times, but an organic could change in a twinkling of an eye.

How can one calculate that surplus of power? And Metal Amy couldn't fathom an organic degrading itself by changing for the worst, so what then?

She couldn't calculate past what she had already surmised… That it was hopeless to continue to fight against Organics and claim to be superior to them.

But such things were immediately cut off from her reasoning, her logical limiters that Neo Metal Sonic had created in her paused her in the very act of such treason and rerouted her thinking.

Neo Metal Sonic was perfect, and even with his insane amount of errored actions, she was forced to believe that Organics would one day fall to him.

She knew her brain was being resynced with this belief and backtracked itself, leaving her to assume her actions were wrong… and that Neo Metal Sonic didn't need any 'cheering up' like Amy Rose would instinctively do for her Organic Sonic.

That scene… Metal Amy watched in wonder as Sonic's expression turned to match Amy Rose's… how they both had changed in a matter of seconds… or mili-seconds, or too fast to predict without further data.

She had watched as Sonic's hands were immediately seized upon by Amy Rose, how she had sweetly held without much pressure, to keep him there as she bounced on her heels and excitedly spoke with him, glad to have found him.

He remained there, not resisting her hold nor her touch… Did he need comfort? Or was this simply what they call a reunion?

Would he had rejected her if she held him from behind just a little bit longer..? Had Metal Amy done something off from Amy Rose..?

Wasn't it her job to replicate and perfect all of Amy Rose's actions?

Her mind was forced to find an alternate route beyond thinking Neo Metal Sonic was at fault, so she submitted to the thought that she had errored and done the organic action wrong anyway. Since the result was not the same, it must mean that Organic actions are not good for robots, and therefore, are inferior.

Inferior… The look upon their faces didn't match that 'logical' conclusion…

Neo Metal Sonic hadn't even checked his power levels, but doing so quickly, his eyes shifted to his arm and he got up, allowing her to as well. He adjusted his shoulders and flicked out his arms, then held one to her. "Excellent." he stated, looking to the side and pivoting his body in the same direction, not making eye-contact with her. "If it was for any other purpose… other than my energy levels in need of sustainability… I would have dismantled you instantly."

Something also told her that was a lie, but her mind was now being brainwashed once again by her limiters, forcing her to believe that she must do her duty and accept his scolding.

He tucked his other arm to his long, sleek and shiny cape, now completely without that shine due to the blackness, and wrapped it over the arm so he didn't accidentally cause a trip hazard as she went about her objective.

Sparks flared in the dark, as he did watch her then, the touch was different… cautious and methodical as though every bit of her 'style' was gone from it.

He looked up to notice the cracks in her eyes, surprised by them, but figured he may have caused them before connecting the strange bends in her muzzle.

"Did you damage your form?" he stated bluntly.

She didn't even flinch, just went about skimming her hand's black slate to conduct over his metallic hide, up his arm and lightly towards the upper chest plating above his engine.

"Answer me." he sent the command signal, forcing her to respond.

"I am inferior." she stated, and looked him dead in the eye, a hopeless, practically hollow look in both expression and sound she made. "Therefore, I shouldn't even be touching my master… but my objectives are absolute. I am conflicted. I cannot compute the error. I have touched my master in order to fulfil my duty to you… Therefore, Neo Metal Sonic… I should be destroyed." she wasn't really touching him now, she was skimming the electrical current, like a mini-thunderstorm over his hide… She was stating she misthought, and asking to be replaced.

This wasn't like the feisty robot he so adored to tease.

"You weren't thinking of fixing yourself, were you?"

"I thought you were busy, and to avoid wasting your time, I felt it necessary. However, you have showed me how a true, perfect robot calculates beyond… and you have already blueprinted my eventual form… my functions are imperfect, I am not worthy to even be with you, Master Neo, so destroy me."

Even in her wording, she was sloppy.

"You've given up." he realized then, watching her closely. He grabbed her hand, stopping her from charging him and moved closer… "You no longer care…"

She waited a second, but when he didn't say anything else, seemed to submit to her defeat and looked dead in his eyes as completely drained and dead as she could express it.

"Care?"

He slashed her front, stepping back at such insolence as she hobbled forward, three tear marks against her chest and stomach area…

"Oh, do destroy my errored corpse, Master.." she again used another organic term, seeming done with putting up so much fight for nothing in return.

What was there to 'hope' for? Her mind was instantly reprogrammed into what she knew was a lie, but couldn't dispute it.

Did he know of her errors? Well, it was obvious, wasn't it? She had already been torn to shreds once, why not just restart the whole thing and try again?

Her arms remained down, her head like a zombie as it lightly swayed while her springs and balancing system was damaged.

" Please …" Her vocal chip created a computer-like purr to her words.

He watched her, his eyes dimming into the dark as he reverted from his battle stance into one of authority again. "No." he stated, causing her to look amazed.

Her eyes widened, "B-but I'm-!" she knew he had no mercy in him, why all of a sudden..?!

"All the power of the base is being converted to the drills. Even if you tried to cover your inferior with some trick, you wouldn't have been able to repair yourself anyway." He put his arms behind him, and she suddenly knew he was about to drop the biggest power play of her life…

Her eyes bent and she looked at the ground.

"You didn't calculate that, so you headed towards the repair room, passing this bridge. You noted my power levels weren't adequate enough to intervene with my current work but you were doomed from the second you even thought it." He leaned forward, "You kept your eyes shut to not insult me, I make sure you are adequate for my needs and I take pride in the forms I make for you, but seeing my future plans for your form you figured you could skate by acting foolish to your own questioning… still, somewhat clever, if it weren't for the fact that I sent your power through to the base… the drills are now more proficient than ever, and even if you were able to make it back to the repair room, you wouldn't have enough power to supply both me and what the ship just took from you… You lost before you even damaged yourself."

It was unfair.

She fell to her knees.

"Why would I destroy you? You fail hiding your errors at every avenue you venture towards." He flicked his finger to create a fiery spark of a snap behind him, walked back over to her, circling her like a predator to his prey. "I told you if you ever gave up… I wouldn't hold back…" He eyed her then, seeing her head fall slightly and continued in his power-rant. "I enjoy your games… knowing that no matter what you try to do… I will always be ahead of you. Always more advanced than you… It's such fun that you bring to me, I can hardly comprehend how to describe it perfectly to you… oh wait," he joked, slammed his foot into her head to make her bend into a bow all the way on the floor, "IT IS BECAUSE I AM THE MASTER! AND SOON BOTH YOU AND SONIC WILL SUBMIT DEFEAT TO ME! You once asked how I was to defeat Sonic, while he changes and I remain perfect? I only improve to further show my superiority to him! You have your answer now, Metal Amy, now compute that to your memory core!" he kicked her away from him, having her skim across the floor and cause some of her paint to smear against it.

She got up and touched her face, seeing flakes of silver…

"There is nowhere your errors can hide that I can't detect them." He placed a hand up to his muzzle, flaring his showmanship at completely turning the situation into his advantage, and then lifted his chin up to glare down at her with such wicked pleasure.

"Do try and hide them better… or reveal them for my amusement when it's only me that can crush you in utter humiliation… All that work to make you even somewhat perfect and you continually disappoint me…" He was lying, he wasn't disappointed, he was constantly taken aback by her… but in this case, he wanted her to struggle, and didn't want to see her begging for death and a renewal to her just yet…

The base would need time to get energy back to all it's locations and parts,... he couldn't reconstruct her right now, even if he tried.

He would let the supports see her like this… but if they mocked her, destroy them regardless. He had their blueprints, he just didn't tell her he was still taking his time on hers…

"You've turned a bad day into quite a delightful, enjoyable one." he mocked again, "As though a robot could even feel delight! HAHAHA!" he simulated a laugh to further humiliate her.

She gripped her muzzle, then carved her slender, long silver nails into the floor beneath her, quaking at his ridicule.

"That is right… I'll never be you." She admitted. "So you knew my errors… You'll scrap them out and leave me to be just another test. Though Metal Knuckles and Metal Tails fear you… they don't get this treatment from you!"

She spun around, "Master!"

"Silence!" he knocked her down again, just passing her as he went his way, "The base is in auto-drive for the time being… do your best to fulfil your objectives… So long as your errors don't interfere with you being operational to my superior needs…" he turned back to her before exiting, then using his hands, created the illusion that she was sitting in the palm of his hand, though he was at a distance from her.

He caressed the image, letting one figure wiggle over her three, now bent to the wrong side quills as though still teasing her powerless form. "Then I'll keep you inferior until I deem it the time for you to have to destroy Amy Rose… But I'll make you just good enough to touch me." He then placed that hand back, having trapped her in his hand before laying it back to his chest. "Don't fail to amuse me… and do as your told ." he almost roared in a deep grumble from a robotic sound the order, causing the vibration from his words to rise from the floor to the ceiling in an rumbling echo.

There she remained… beaten and abused… the little robot who could barely even see a dying wish anymore. Longing for change , but stuck in a devastated standstill . He admitted it, he'd wait till the last second to even attempt to make her perfect as he is…

No matter how much she wanted to help him… he was right.

She was doomed from the start. Her dreams… her aspirations towards Amy Rose and her want to appease and be loved… it was all just a shattered heart programming.

"I…" she wanted to say it so badly, but her programs forced her to stop.

In the distant future, a enslaved battery robot… looking eerily organic in appearance to Amy Rose remained chained and locked in her thoughts.

Her fabricated hair fell over her face, her quills dipping to match the action of her head lowering as she lowered her volume and spoke the words she longed to have said from that time.

" -Hate you, Neo Metal Sonic ."

Fic 3: Amy going to a park and taking them there to get them 'out of the house' for a change, N.M.A loves observing the people and nature, but everything she likes or spends time looking at, Neo rushes in to either destroy the nature, mess up the play of the smaller children, or disrupt whatever thing she's eyeing so he'll be the only thing she can see.

Prompt:

"You two need to get some fresh… ah… oxygen?" Amy was getting a bag and some picnic blankets together, organizing herself as Neo Metal Amy eyed Neo Metal Sonic before rushing over to her and extending her arms in an attempt to stop her.

"Amy Rose, please listen-!" she tried but Amy just kept ignoring her. "We can't unleash Neo on others! He may be unarmed now, but-" she gestured as a way to get Amy to make eye-contact with her, noticing that many organics will engage more when the speaker motions many times with their arms, but Amy continued to only glance and carry on with her preparations.

"Like you said, he's harmless." Amy countered, gesturing to him, "B-b-but apparently not to houses and furniture…" She had a bit of sweat on the side of her face that dripped down as she smiled weakly towards him.

Neo Metal Sonic had his arms folded, looking like he was slightly glaring but also neutrally accepting whatever fate was to be had this day.

Was Neo Metal Amy annoyed? Yes.

Therefore, in his mind-anyway-he was winning already.

"You wish me to parade around the outside world?" Neo Metal Sonic raised an eyebrow, but indirectly spoke to Amy. He never liked actually speaking or holding any amount of conversation with her. To him, only Neo Metal Amy was worth communicating with, not some pathetic organic.

Especially not one of Sonic's friends…

"It's already settled!" Amy cheerily clapped her hands together, and almost by nature of an old habit that never truly left her, Neo Metal Amy mimicked the action.

When this happened, both Amy and Neo Metal Sonic turned to her.

He noted that it seemed some of her functions of 'data copying' were still in play, furthering his theory that she still had some functions and programming that he gave her left in her systems… but what really fascinated him was that she was copying without a directive. She had no purpose to copy Amy Rose's data anymore… So, was this just an involuntary mimicry her systems made her do whenever she wanted to be more like her organic counterpart?

Neo Metal Amy immediately broke from the mimicry and shook her hands out to Amy, then Neo as though also hoping he wouldn't read or look too far into it.

He did.

And he hated how much she admired the organic 'spunk'.

He just rolled his eyes, already processing ways he could perhaps use this data for future plans against her…

He wanted her back, but he wanted to be his 'perfected' self again too…

Biggest thing was escaping though.

"Neo, N.M.A.," Amy walked over and held her hand, then reached for Neo Metal Sonic's but as she did so, his eyes widened and he unfolded his hands to completely flexed them back, flapping his cape at his waist behind him in the flowing action too. Amy just stopped and stared up at him, as he looked repulsed she would even attempt to touch his magnificent form. She gave him a bit of a pout and went closer as he tried to step back a few quick steps but she leaned on his so far forward her body almost touched his and the absolute disgrace of her organic filth upon him made his entire body freeze. He wanted to rip her to shreds then and there but his programming wouldn't even let him twitch a finger, so she leaned against his chest and grabbed an outstretched hand but the other hand extended as he tilted his body to further try and state he wanted nothing to do with her. "You're gonna have a nice walk through nature and then we'll settle down for a picnic break." She pulled his arm as he resisted, about to put it upon Neo Metal Amy's…

Suddenly, it was like trying to get two siblings to shake hands, and both were planted firmly in trying to resist having to touch one another.

"I am not comfortable with you having leaned upon him." Neo Metal Amy stated for a second and in that moment, the surprise on Neo Metal Sonic's face was apparent through the Heart Program, turning his eyes green for a second.

"You weren't?" He didn't mean to speak that out loud, but his heart virus's programming forced it. His eyes bent back, wondering if she really understood why before she continued.

"He's evil and his metal is full of soot from our last explosive duels. He'll only tarnish your dress he, himself, has to then clean later." She continued to resist and pull lightly against Amy with her metallic weight keeping her from achieving the touched hands.

He glared, his eyes turning red again as he tried to swipe his hand out of Amy's hold. However, both were suddenly alarmed by Amy's strength as she held the hands from moving too much and then thrust them together.

This time, their heads yanked forward and were directly in front of each other. When they looked up, it was the first genuine time they had been this relatively close since… the old days.

But as though to mimic and mock the last time they were this close, he tried to let a spark go out with a wicked glare. The spark couldn't reach her as she flinched back, and instead, traveled like a smirking jolt across his steel, sleek muzzle all the way until wrapping around his cheek's protruding metal screw spike.

"Ugh!" Neo Metal Amy emoted, looking away, annoyed with her eyes dropping. "Must we have to, Amy?"

"Yes! Raise those shoulders and let's get to the car!" Amy lifted up an arm before both Neos' suddenly looked as though a secret would be discovered if Amy went to the car.

"NO!" they both shouted, lifting an arm up to stop her.

They looked at each other before Neo Metal Sonic removed his arm from the 'x' they united into and looked away, his other hand still being forced to rest on hers…

"I-I mean… we-I-!" She shook her head, "H-ha-haven't fixed it yet." Her eyes bent, not wanting Amy to know what had happened…

Things had happened… She glared at Neo Metal Sonic.

But he just peeked over his shoulder-pad as though proud of his little display of power and figuring some things out about her 'new' form… (A chapter I haven't written yet, lol)

She crushed her hand under his into a fist, glaring deeply as her metal squeaked from such a fast eyelid movement.

"I want nothing to do with him! Or this!" she wouldn't use too much force against Amy, but she did bash her away to stomp up to Neo Metal Sonic, threatening to fight him again as he put his hands confidently to his hips, and almost playfully, lowered his eyelids in fondness at her anger.

"Who..?" He teased, putting a silver finger to his muzzle, mimicking what she loved most… organics, but better yet, their humors… "Me?" He then mimed flicking her slightly flatter spike on her nose in playful glee. He never actually touched her, but he liked having her directly behind him, challenging him as he positioned the front of his body away from her while remaining in his spot.

Amy just blinked at being pushed aside but shook her hands down by her hips, "Ohhhh! That does it!" She stomped the ground and Neo Metal Amy turned with a spark of surprise at her flinch.

"A-Amy Rose, I don't mean to upset you." she tried to calm her but it was too late now.

"We're going to the park!" Amy cried out, raising her head as far back as she could to holler out her mouth the declaration.

Neo Metal Sonic rolled his eyes, "I'm guessing that's your command…" He still had his theory that Neo Metal Amy was obeying Amy Rose like her master software dictated her to. He then fully turned to loom back over her, as though trying to hint that's exactly what he thought, "Did you hear? You're to have a peaceable time… with me." he dipped his head down to her and instead of backing off at his intimidation, she just lowered her nose down and threw a punch into his forwarded head.

"BBZZAATTTZZZ!" His metallic shell pulsed with her electricity she used now as a sensation weapon, causing his vibrating spindles on his steel, skeleton spine to wobble and his internal battery fry a second with electrocution.

"And no electrifying!" Amy didn't understand their 'inside jokes' as it were, but she wasn't trying to be commanding… she folded her arms, she felt she was more like a parent demanding her way over the squabbling children. "Just try and not destroy each other… or my home for a day." she closed her eyes as though about to die thinking of all the property damages they've already caused her in their stay there. "Knuckles can't come sooner…" she admitted, and opened the door for them to follow.

Once arriving to the park, Neo Metal Amy was immediately fascinated by all the organics populating it. She kept her eyes moving around in wonder, almost as though she couldn't focus on just one thing. There was so much activity, a strange structure in which smaller organics played and laughed upon, doing agility training and acrobatic failures upon. Sliding down a contraption that seemed to generate heat and electric sensations as well, a useful thing for a robot, but… "What is the function of that contraption for organic necessity?" she pointed to the slide at the playground.

"Fun!" Amy beamed, and continued on to find a nice spot in the soft, short-cut grass for her to maybe read a book and relax.

"...Fun?" She looked confused, and Neo Metal Sonic looked at her with an arrogant sense of knowledge.

"Does it not compute, Neo Metal Amy?" He demeaningly tilted his head back and forth at her, as though a child mocking again.

She shook her being in rage, and swung an arm towards him, bending slightly and leaning towards him and then the play structure. "I know what organic 'fun' implies, Neo Metal Sonic! It's the unseen kinetic energy that causes a 'tickling' sensation within their core and causes laughter! Obviously!" she folded her arms and closed her eyes, ignoring him. "I've observed organics far more than you have! I should know how their systems- I-I mean bodies operate by now!" she turned her head away from him, and for some reason… her dismissal to not look at him made him…

'Ticklish'.

"Ha...ha...ha." he faked a laugh, but then looked away as he felt something odd coming from the Heart Virus… 'Her eyes…' he looked back at her. '... I want to see them.' he looked back at the playground. 'I… want to see her expressions… I want to tick her off even more.' he glared with a blaring red light in his eyes.

He couldn't hurt an organic, but that didn't mean he couldn't destroy the place they were 'playing' on…

He began to walk towards it, children blissfully unaware as he picked up the slide with one hand, turning to Neo Metal Amy as her eyes looked as wide as her face, and shook the children off the structure.

"Enough! You cannot do this thing!" she stomped towards him, and her attention sent another gleeful 'tinge' of a 'tickle' that his heart virus programmed the receptors to wave back and forth with.

He wanted her to try and stop him, and once the organics had fallen into the scrapped wooden pieces of the ground, he pulled the slide off, causing the jungle gym to sway and bent their creaking, rusted metal forward before he began twisting the slide and crinkling it up into a smaller mass of a ball.

Neo Metal Amy grabbed his shoulder, "The organics are crying!"

He blared his red eyes to her, "Good. Then they've already learned how to submit to their eventual overlord." he threw the mass of slide parts that he made into a clumpy circle. "Now fetch! Hahaha!" He simulated maniacal laughter as Neo Metal Amy raced to catch it before it took out the water fountain.

She seemed to close her eyes in relief, as though simulating a sigh at having caught and stopped the curled up slide ball from knocking the drinking fountain out. "That is a life-sustaining station for organic fluid consumption! You could have left it unoperational!" she scolded, pointing back to the fountain as some teenagers with skateboards fled in fright.

"How are you able to do this functions under your limitations!?" She demanded, but he just folded his arms and tilted his head to the side and down, showing some signature 'Sonic' rebellion poses.

"Oh, how I've wondered the same thing about you…" his eyes bounced slightly as though taunting her to take him on again, but as he flew up to a stringed bridge connecting some structures together, he grabbed one end and twisted it around.

The children were already fleeing, so he had full reign over the play structure, and weaved through its gaps and tunnels to escape Neo Metal Amy who was trying to fix his mess. She unspun the bridge and then bolted after him, not allowing him to damage anything further.

"HAHAHAA!" he laughed, "You can't stop me!" he held his arms out before a hammer slammed into him, and an emergency protocol was activated that left him twitching in the air before slamming to the ground, unable to operate his legs or jet engine. "No..!" he screeched out as Amy walked over… like an embarrassed and fed-up parent taking her kid off the playground, she reached down and grabbed the back of his neck where his back, metallic quill jet engine was and dragged him through the woodchips. "Nooo!" he crooked his arms out as he let out a villain's defeated cry.

Neo Metal Amy looked at the terrified organics, and as an apology for disrupting their 'fun', she took the slide and tried to manipulate it into a spiraling slide and used her electricity to seal it back with heated lightning. However, when the children rode down it this time, they came out with their hair statically charged and would shock their parents who were waiting below for them.

Their laughter actually increased due to their hair sticking upright in an insane way, and were playing tag with 'sparks' as they zapped one another saying, "You're-Ow-it!"

Neo Metal Amy watched, making sure her work was done, and then returned to see Neo Metal Sonic wiggling his fingers and looking very upset and uncomfortable at his legs not operating. "This inferior programming..!" he seemed to speak only to himself now, before looking to Neo Metal Amy.

She folded her arms, "Do you see now, Neo Metal Sonic? This is why Organics are superior to us. They evolve. They adapt. No matter what you do, you can never take their laughter away from them! They come back with even stronger amounts of fun fueling them onward!" she then gave a powerful, serious gesture to the kids playing again even though their parents were watching the two robots closely now… not sure if they should flee or not.

Amy just sighed, "I'm glad Tails made that emergency shutdown when my hammer came in contact with him… otherwise, this would be too dangerous to bring you guys out here." she made herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and bit into it, then watched as Neo Metal Amy bent down and lightly wiped with her thumb some jelly that had gotten on her cheek.

As she squatted, the tender action of care made Neo Metal Sonic insanely twitch an eye, before reaching towards her.

"I will destroy everything you love!" He threatened as he flopped and wobbled in his disabled state.

Neo Metal Amy just shook her head, "He won't give up."

"You never did." Amy lightly placed a hand on the side of her head, a gentle reminder of her powerful struggle for freedom, as Neo Metal Amy looked back to her and grew more docile.

"Amy Rose…" Her vocal projection made Neo Metal Sonic fight even more for the program's timer to end so he could get up and cause mayhem again.

"My N.M.A~" Amy Rose chimed, lightly rubbing her head as though praising her as Neo Metal Amy bent her head to give her more access at being affectionate towards her and closed her eyes in quiet joy.

A large metallic ring came from Neo Metal Sonic, "This is sickening to behold!" he tried to swipe a hand towards them, wanting to break up their sweet moment. "Take your hand off my creation!"

Neo Metal Amy opened her eyes to look at him from the side, glaring slightly. "I reinvented myself, you had nothing to do with it." she then haughtily turned her nose up at him, and he roared once again in a mechanical defiance.

"YOU ARE MINE!" he cried out but she held out a hand to shock him but Amy quickly grabbed it and patted it, trying to keep the peace.

"You are whoever you want to be, N.M.A!" Amy smiled weakly, nervous that there was never going to be a second of peace with these two… "S-so… don't let him get to you, okay?"

She conceded, turning more towards Amy. "You are truly the superior Amy Rose." she closed her eyes and simulated a blush on her muzzles. "His obedience software makes him loyal to your commands, I only fear that he hasn't gotten his just dues yet… please tell him to do something humiliating for me. I would very much enjoy the sight."

"Uhh…" Amy removed her hand from her, "Y-you shouldn't want revenge this much, remember?"

"Oh, but I do." Neo Metal Amy lowered her eyes as though a wicked desire rested in them.

Amy Rose just lightly put her hand over her face and brought it down, realizing teaching a robot to not hold grudges was just simply not in their 0's and 1's.

Finally, Neo Metal Sonic regained his power over his legs and engine and reared up, flying off into the distance as Neo Metal Amy sighed and lightly gave Amy a small embrace. "He can't hurt any organics, but I'm sure he'll make a mess of things. Enjoy your sun's nutrients." she then sped off, flying after him.

Amy just sighed and opened her book, lowering her head into it in worry. "Please don't let me hear a 'boom'. Please don't let me hear a 'boom'..." she pleaded, her ears lowering as to drown out more sound before…

"Nothing..?" She peered up slightly, but then heard Metallic clanging. "Ah, fighting." She rolled her eyes, looking slightly disappointed, "At least it's not a-"

Her whole body flinched at an explosion and she just fell to her back, reading her book as people raced by her picnic blanket. Silent, uncaring, and just glad it wasn't her home…

If anyone asked… those robots weren't hers.

They were unto their own selves…

"Stop this madness!" Neo Metal Amy pulled away from a fierce exchange of blows between each other. "Your jealousy of Amy Rose is illogical! She's my friend!"

"Jealousy!?" He seemed offended, "What need have I to be jealous of that inferior life form you called superior to my own design of you!? Perhaps in this form… you truly accept your flaws!" He threw back a clawed hand and went to strike her. She grabbed it but the momentum did scrape and spark off her cheek, but again, no damage was visibly apparent and his metallic claws didn't pierce through her metallic coat. "Argh!" his Heart virus forced out an agitated grunt as she flung him down and stood above him.

"Why can't you just walk behind me!?" She finally stated, "You have lost, Neo Metal Sonic!"

He stopped struggling a moment,... looking into her red eyes…

His heart virus showed him a mirror image of her green eyes as Metal Amy…

He loosened himself and went limp, just glaring at her.

"You… look nothing like what you once were." He was comparing the two images, before the other faded away and Neo Metal Amy got up.

"Objective," she decided to play it his way, "You are to follow me and we are to walk as instructed by Amy Rose. Just be… at somewhat a peace." she held out her hand for him, then withdrew it back, as though she didn't mean to actually offer it to him. "... Just for once, follow me without a need to fight for dominance." she then started to walk, having some minor faith that if she didn't look behind her, he may just simply want to keep up with her.

He laid on the ground and got himself up, watching her and debating it.

The other organic life all watched anxiously, one mother clinging to her child.

He glared at the sight, before closing his eyes and walking to match Neo Metal Amy's pace.

"I could never walk behind you…" the sound almost seemed like a grumbled, echoey threat. "But I will walk slightly ahead of you." he put his hands behind his back and continued to not know where to go, but showed he could, if enticed to, walk with her in somewhat of a standstill.

She rolled her eyes, then was actually shocked after a few more steps that he did as he said he would. He just walked ahead of her, but looked back every now and then to see if her direction would change.

She decided to keep her guard up, but watched the organics around her.

Everytime she would focus too long on something, Neo Metal Sonic would take note of it, and seek to interrupt it.

She didn't understand why, only that he was evil and wanted to torture her in the only way he knew how…

She watched a leaf for too long skim against the ground before at lightspeeds, he riled up his engine and stomped it out, smushing it upon the ground.

"...It was dead anyway…" She walked on, only flinching back slightly at how fast he wanted to destroy it.

He watched her… 'Look at me.' he kept thinking, and took his place in front of her again, nudging her shoulder with his back as though making the statement that she needed to stay behind him, not the other way around.

Her anger was peaking… she constantly wanted to set him in his place, torture him like he did her… but ever since what happened in the car… she knew torture in the same way he enacted on her would be pointless… (Spoiler hinted at lol XD)

He would always find a way to enjoy whatever she did… and she had to find a way to truly trump him, to win in an absolute fashion and way…

So far, she felt she was constantly losing..! But for Amy Rose's sake… she had to play below her capacity…

But Amy Rose is not around…

She eyed him a second, but was surprised to see his eyes had never left examining her… He quickly turned away, hiding any expression that may have leaked from the heart virus's influence…

"What are you thinking?" she inquired, and her tone actually sounded non-hostile. For some reason, that excited him, and he stood a bit straighter to look more magnificent.

"Wouldn't you like to know…" He looked to the side of himself, proud and confident he had finally secured her interest to him.

She then looked away, as though having lost all interest as he panicked and turned back to her, holding a hand up to his mouth as though mimicking an organic clearing his throat.

"What I meant to state was that I thinking of your simulated 'flushed cheeks' expression to Amy Rose… it didn't make sense and was completely illogical to perform such a function when she was clearly translating your actions as 'organic affections' anyway." He put the hand down and seemed to block her way, stopping her from advancing. "...I simply wanted to know what errored logic you've concocted in that scrambled data-mess of yours…" He glared slightly, but there was something darkly alluring about the way he seemed so fascinated in her errors…

She actually thought, for the first time, that maybe his hatred for errors was really just a curiosity he couldn't compute for himself…

She had created her own Heart Programming, so maybe he was now fascinated with-...

Her eyelids jumped at the realization that this could be manipulation to learn more about her heart programming worked, and quickly-cleverly-thought of a way to answer without tipping him off that she had caught on his to his ploy.

She turned her head and let her eyes look back at him, "Why? Are you concerned its for the same reason I simulated it in front of…" She lowered her head slightly, her eyes growing in intense light. "...Sonic?"

His entire demeanour changed.

He loomed over her, stepping up and turning his head slightly to have his eye completely covering her visual sights, meaning his head had to be overlapping her to do this…

Closer than close now…

"You dare speak of that…" It was an absolute, powerful display of his disdain for that moment…

"You are just a jealous bot." she mocked, "Do you secretly wish my errors were still only for you? Did you actually believe I would create errors just for your amusement? Just to stick out and gain your special interests?" She was pressing all the mental buttons she knew would send him over the deep end.

"That couple there.'' She used her eyes to point and Neo Metal Sonic took a moment before following her eye-line, as though wanting to deny her accusing him of emotions but wanted to see what she was getting at first. "They remain close, their limbs almost intertwining and yet… their cheeks are not as red as how I simulate mine." She looked back to him, "I admire their subtlety." she lifted a finger to his engine, then pushed to rotate it slightly in an arch as he flinched and leaned back a little bit, but there was definitely a dark pleasure she was targeting…

'If I can't torture him physically…' she thought to herself, 'As he did me… then I'll use all I know of him and my heart virus to wreck him from within!'

She switched the rotation and gave it enough force to spin off it's natural stopper, causing it to dislocate and spin like a broken washer, round and round as she broke the rotator.

"You..!" he hunched down, stepping back a few paces to ready himself for battle.

He was full aware of the games she was playing now.

"Who..?" She mimicked his mocking from before, and placed the same finger she used to toy with him up to her muzzle. "Me..?"

He was reeling in rage,... along with his slow spinning, dislodged outer engine spinning continuously in its state…

She felt that organic 'tickle' of energy now, but decided not to simulate a laugh just yet.

She wanted this victory to be sweet and complete.

No matter how long she lengthened it out, she was going to have some 'fun' with this defeat!

"You deny your organic tendencies, Neo Metal Sonic. That's what makes me better than you." She placed a confident hand to her hip, then slid her finger over her muzzle and then leaned her head on the back of her lower arm, as though tempting him with her looks. "You fear more that my alliances aren't just with Amy Rose… but with her my old observations of her… that I may have grown fond of Sonic The Hedgehog…" she continued to tease him by then using her other hand to feel around her waist before walking on and breaking the show. "You'll be glad to know that's not my intentions… nor how I ever 'felt' about them…"

He seemed to stop readying for battle at that.

"I simply…"

'Why am I comforting him..?'

"Admired them."

He straightened up, "...You never admired me?" he remained still as a tree, the elements throwing wind and leaves at him, but he didn't move until he heard her reply.

She didn't reply, and just looked up, as though an unspoken 'No, I didn't.' but something lingering that caused her not to fully respond.

Something… was this… hope? Plagued Neo Metal Sonic as he felt a 'tickle' from her unable to speak it.

"You state I deny organic tendencies?" He walked over to her, then gripped the edge of her dress, lightly pulling her back to him as he leaned his head up towards the side of her neck, being as subtle as he could muster in his frustrations. "But I honestly think you're still denying yours… Hiding under the false pretext that there's nothing you enjoyed when being my support unit… that you never... wanted from me." he lightly skimmed his floating hands over her spiked metallic quills as she simulated a bit of slow, heavy breathing.

"Yeess… surrender to it." he metallically lowered his voice and purred with a slight simulation of a hissing breath, moving closer to her. "...I knew you didn't want to see Amy Rose against me… just as I never wanted to see that inferior Sonic watching you simulation something close to a cute attempt at attraction…"

She whacked him away, and he did move to dodge her hit but was so taken by the Heart Virus that his reflexes were slow to calculate, and she still smacked his face with a hard 'THONK!' directly to his face.

It almost damaged his eye screens, but luckily, or unluckily for Neo Metal Amy, didn't.

"Sonic would never see me as anything but a robot, he would have no attraction." She glared, "Your suggestion of why you were jealous is futile data, and illogical. Tell me… Did I create you to be so errored?" She mimicked his vocal pattern and even the tone of his voice, placing a hand up by her cheek to caress it in further taunting but now… he didn't respond to it.

He looked as though entranced by her in a different way and she didn't understand why it wasn't working, and broke her taunting simulation. "What? What is it?"

...His eyes slowly dimmed and rose in a green glow…

"You." he responded, "You had no interest in Sonic… how am I supposed to interpret that?"

She flinched, "Are you suggesting I then had interest for you!?" she was enraged at his flawed logic. "You truly are-!"

"You're upset." He continued to watch like a hunter who was waiting for his stabbed prey to bleed out and die already, his body hadn't moved since she pushed him away, and the stillness of his body was haunting… "Look at your eyes… Metal Amy!" his eyes widened at his statement.

In a bit of fear, she looked around and moved towards a reflective surface, one caused by a puddle on the ground and simulated a horrified state of shock.

Her eyes… were green.

The whole of the small, watery surface illuminated with green.

She was covered in green.

She lightly shook her head and stepped back, not wanting to look at it.

He slowly raised his sounds of laughter, before moving over to the couple who was ignoring the robots before Neo Metal Sonic parted them on the bench, getting behind them and lifting them up.

"I still have the power to take the things you love!" his eyes were wild, his motions were uncoordinated…

Had she made him snap?

She looked back and covered some of her face, embarrassed.

He dropped the two lovers, as though mic dropping.

She had once caught him in error…

But he had caught her in-

"I hate you!"

She stomped her foot to the ground.

"You don't mean that."

He had won the game, yet again.

"I despise you!"

She turned her being away and clamped her eyes shut, simulating multiple organic signs of distress and anguish.

After assessing through the Heart Virus what these organic signs were, he moved closer.

"I will destroy you!"

He lifted a hand to caress her cheek, much like Amy Rose had done, but only did the patting motion with his thumb as she looked up in shock at what he was doing.

"I already have cleared my objective."

His eyelids lowered, and he leaned towards her.

"I destroyed what you loved most… your pride."

His eyes were green when he leaned in…

He held her as she was about to struggle free of him, her green eyes shaking as she squinted to see what he was doing through her half-closed eyelids, not wanting to admit what he was implying.

However… his eyes turned to red when he sent a shockwave through her muzzle and she blasted him back with a electrical web that shut him down as he twitched upon the ground.

She held the back of her hand up to her muzzle… watching him as his eyes glitched from red to green to red… and then…

"Ha...Ha...Ha… I am.. T-t-truly better… BTTZZ… Btz… then Sonic…"

And deactivated.

"Oh, for the love of-"

Neo Metal Amy turned to see Amy quite a long distance away, seeing her raise her hands up and possibly only see Neo Metal Amy shock him to the ground and nothing else.

She clapped her hands, rubbed them together, and then placed them up to her mouth to holler through the gap she made in them, "CAN YOU TWO NOT KILL EACH OTHER FOR FIVE MINUTES!? WE'RE GOING HOME!"

A crowd of angry people ran behind her and she quickly raced as though trying to escape them. "Now!" she grabbed and struggled to lift Neo Metal Sonic's husk of a body but then threw him onto Neo Metal Amy.

She freaked out, obviously, and tried to explain to Amy that she didn't want to carry him but Amy just gave her a strict pointed finger and she had to obey. "B-but, you d-d-don't under-! H-He's-! I can't-!... I'll carry you too." she gave up and slung him under her arm and then gently lifted Amy as she flew off…

She looked down at Neo Metal Sonic every now and then… but refused to believe that he knew anything about her.

'I can't just let him believe whatever he wants too!' she tried to set up a trap that could really defeat him, once and for all! 'I won't let him get to me… there's nothing in me that I don't know about myself that he does!'

But he was her creator.

She may have manufactured more from his original data of her… but what coder can't dissect and figure out what his own created computer may be computing?

But did he really know? Could she admit it to herself?

That there was still a powerful, uncontrollable, unquenchable metallic need?

Seems he may have followed her... after all.

Fic 4: Classic Metal with Rosybot? He keeps getting more and more protective the more she 'almost' trips or falls or lands in mud puddles and explodes on herself? Finally it just ends with him scooping her up and holding her on his side like cause he's strong and she's pretty light made of gunpowder and he's just like, "That's it, you pathetic excuse for a robot! I'm carrying you like this till we reach our objective." and she just... ever so lightly... grips his ear to hold on and starts feeling his face like a blind person and he just holds her a little bit tighter... not wanting her to know who 'sonic' is. 'I shall be it's Sonic. Her destruction will be in my hands... no one else will have a say…'

Side note for those having issue understanding what I mean by 'Robots can't feel' and 'Sexually frustrated robots': explaining that not all sexual frustration is physically related, especially for these robotics, it's more an emotional thing: Just so you know it's not a bodily thing xp Neo amy wants to love and be loved and isn't feeling fulfilled in that, but lately she is also feeling the pull and drive of... Good feeling sparkies xD Neo sonic was the opposite with wanting the feel good sparkies but now is seeing/denying he may want/need the emotional/intimate bonding fulfillment too

Prompt:

The day turned to a gloom that created a odd solar effect upon Metal Sonic's hide… his feet clanked against the ground, kicking rocks in his path that would have stubbed a normal, organic toe and crushed grass under his feet.

Dark storm clouds were making their way over this dimension's landscape… illuminating metal, but drowning out the nature with a powerful gusto.

Metal Sonic reached around and grabbed Rosybot's arm as she dangled in the powerful wind, like a doll whom's stitches were barely holding up.

He pulled her under his engine's chest place, ducking her head into it and being careful to push his head through the natural current of the whirlwind and utilize his aerodynamic shape.

'What this?' Rosybot asked.

'Fool…' He thought to himself, keeping his eyelights on high while he trekked through the mud, looking up to realize a thin rain had started. Finally, he allowed himself to communicate with her, keeping most of his thoughts to himself though. 'This is a storm.' he explained, then looked over his shoulder, 'We have nothing to fear… we're not organic scum-' he would have gone on before looking down and seeing how soggy she had become.

Not being able to feel the rain wasn't an issue for Metal Sonic… but it did mean he picked up on things a little too late.

She was like a wet sack of black dripping water… the gunpowder.

He stared at her a moment, before thinking her metallic spine could at least hold her up enough.

'You must be ready,' he placed her down, letting her body get flung into his leg for support. He stood tall in the howling windstorm, the rain pelting as fine needles that darted into Rosybot's soft, cushiony hide.

'Or you'll never be able to face Sonic.'

'Sonic.' she repeated, 'Objective.' she could see so much movement in this storm… the world was wider, but also messier.

Metal Sonic figured as much, the wind would be a sensory overlord with everything it was moving at high speeds. To a robot designed to track a high-speeding target and… explode on them… it made sense that seeing more wasn't exactly helping.

Her vision was now obscured to incohesive lines of silhouetted masses that she didn't know what was or wasn't an obstacle now.

He had only gone over so much with her… and flowers were practically laying down and wiggling in the wind.

'Do you suppose your objective is too much?' he mocked her, folding his arms. 'Advance forward… young bot.' he gave a cold, unfeeling look down at her, but knew she couldn't see anyway.

She cautiously wiggled a pudgy step forward… letting it touch ground as the shape of her steel beam in her foot was now visible from the rushing of air, pushing her gunpowder and sowed skin-clothes back that were wrapped around it.

At least it hadn't torn…

Metal Sonic watched in a stillness that could only be seen as a trainer watching a baby take its first brave steps.

A ragdoll in the raging whiplash of a beautiful ending… the storm was passing when she was able to lift her foot to take her second step, her body almost fully drawn back and unable to face the force of the wind when the eye of the storm passed them.

She bent herself back up, poofy as her little dangling ball stood upright and blinked.

'Objective.' she seemed somewhat proud.

He glared at her, 'You did nothing!' he angrily parted his arms and shook a fist, leaning down to her small frame. 'You barely moved! The storm has yet to fully pass, you ignorant bombshell!' he was so tempted to kick her back into the storm, just to prove a lesson with a sharp point, but felt the act was beneath him and would only keep him from finding Sonic further.

'Nevermind you the task…' he placed a hand to his head, deciding this was stupid to entertain any further. 'Proceed.' he waited for her to move first though… lowering his hand and watching her take robotic swings of her feet and arms as she advanced forward.

Due to the mud, she lost traction and fell over, still proceeding to look like a marching toy getting muddier and muddier by the minute. Her face started to sag and he quickly retrieved her, holding her up a second to let the blackened mud drip down a second.

'You're useless… even if we found Sonic now, you wouldn't be able to-' His eyes widened though when he saw that her inner-contraptions were keeping most of the gunpowder dry through oils, and also had extra, water-proof bags inside that were in the same areas as an organic's lungs would be.

He lowered his eyes… the one time Eggman thought of everything…

'Very well.' he set her back down, realizing that with those two stuffed bags, she was still deadly, just far less than before. 'Proceed.' he put his hands on his hips, growing annoyed at how resourceful Eggman could be…

She was still marching… and once set on the ground, she continued onward.

Passing the eye of the storm was the 'fun' part for the little robot girl that wouldn't know the definition of 'peaceful stillness' since she couldn't literally see it.

But as they re-entered the storm, he noticed large objects flying their way.

His eyes widened and he dove through the storm to bash them out of the way with lengthened claws, slashing through pieces of rock and timber.

'Stay behind me.' he instructed, but looked behind him to see she was marching… but the wind was pushing her to the right of him.

'No..!' he lifted up a hand and whipped it out to suddenly extend fly as far reaching as she had gone.

He grabbed her and pulled her back to his side, picking her up like a child—though she was about a few inches smaller than him, nothing major—and let her sit on his hip.

'You will remain constant to my side, since you are incompetent at achieving even the simplest of tasks on your own..!' he began to advance and slash through things as they moved on… but as the storm truly did depart, he looked back to check that the worst was cleared.

He looked down at her, almost mockingly, 'Pathetic excuse for engineering genius… You will never be able to even leave a mark as an inconvenience for Sonic…'

'...Set down?' she tilted her head towards him.

'...What? Did you not hear my command?' he narrowed his eyes, 'You are to remain here, on my arm, till I have successfully located Sonic.'

He waited to see if she understood, moving his face away but she just… delicately reached out and touched his nose.

Outraged, his eyes blinked and twitched, 'Inferior construction! Get your oily hands off of me!' his free hand creaked and wiggled like a spider on it's back just by her little oval arm.

To his surprise, no blackness was placed on his muzzle. Instead, the oil had fully brought out her colors again… though muted, she wasn't 'leaking' black anymore.

It was slightly grey now, but the oil had done its job, and there was still some pure and dry gunpowder inside her to function well.

She'd burn Sonic's flesh off before exploding… at this rate, anyway…

His eyes side-glanced her as she continued to feel his face like a blind person, trying to attempt to grip something to make it move so she could visualize it. When the nose stuck in place, she tried to shake it, but he actively resisted her tiny strength.

He lowered his eyes as she moved her hand to his metal eyelids, seeing the shift of movement he knew she could actually behold.

He then did something that was very illogical.

Like a father holding their child, he moved his eyelids up and down in different, odd, and silly intervals.

Closing one and quickly opening the other, things like that, but in a much more robotic way.

All the while, she reached up and let her soft bags for hands and arms stay upon the moving eyelids.

'What this?' she asked, innocently. Her button eyes he then focused on.

'...Me.' he instructed. '...Part of me.'

She remained silent, then spoke again. 'Sonic. Objective?'

He seemed slightly disappointed. 'Soon.' he pulled her away from his face, annoyed. He cut off communication for a split second, looking away as he thought to himself, 'So willing to cease your existence? You can't even entertain a momentary curiosity?' if he could have, he would have chuckled to himself. 'How ironic.'

She then gripped his ear.

His eyes opened from his moment of contemplating and looked up at her locked-in grip on his ear.

It was a ways up, and she was slightly standing to reach it… Why?

'What's this?' he teased her usual way of speaking, sending the exact same signal patterns to create the speech, just to rub in the simple way she spoke.

As he lazily eyed her folded fabric over his ear, she responded, and made him look back at her in awe.

'Objective.' she stated, but had mimicked the way he had said it once… as though full of quiet knowing of her demise.

She didn't, obviously, know why the pattern was sent in that kind of wavelength.

But to Metal Sonic…

He slightly tilted his head down, allowing her to grip it better without reaching for it.

He looked away and didn't respond back, thinking it inappropriate. After all, all she was meaning to say was that staying by him was her secondary objective, until she at last reached Sonic.

But to him… it was like she was saying he would be her objective… and she'd remain with him instead of ceasing to exist all together.

There was something odd about that… a robot choosing it's own course in it's systematic 'life'.

He thought of that strange Omochao that apparently was Metal Amy, a creation of his former design double, and an existence he didn't quite comprehend.

'...Was this her objective?' he side-glanced back at the little robot. 'To create… her own destiny?'

He mocked the idea of a robot creating something so arbitrary and void of actual plausibility.

'A robot is created with a function they must keep. Unless reprogrammed, they are forced to the objective given them. They do it as they are made to do, and it is the shame of the creator if they fail to achieve it—given what they given—or not.' he logically resounded in his thoughts…

He looked forward, 'No robot can change their objective…' he turned back on communications with her, as she tilted her head, letting the stemmed ball on the top of her head bounce a moment in the movement.

'You will remain with me as I instruct you on how to properly fulfil your objective.' he was getting tired of explaining things over and over again. 'You will do best to remember that I am your temporary master now. I command you. You follow.' He waited for a response but none was given, and looked down at her.

Was it because he was lonely that he didn't mind repeating so much..? Or simply because… now that he had communication… he wanted to make her simple processing understood what he meant?

'Is that understood?' He waited again for a reply.

She slowly… creaked and leaned her head against his shoulder. 'Affirmative.'

He knew she wasn't meaning it look a certain way… but he couldn't help and feel his engine rotate once again, and sparks jolt off the side of his cheeks.

'Ah, no!' he turned his head away from her, taking his free hand to touch the cheek that had sparked, 'What am I doing?! If one of these loosely even so much as skims her, she would burn into flames and combust!' he shook his head as the sparks electrically glided up his metallic skull and ended as he used his metallic fingers to redirect them before they reached her hand or face.

He could picture it… her sack-like face burning through the oily, explosive gunpowder all the way to the dry lungs of gunpowder she had as double fire-power.

He would most likely survive, though his hydraulics would be severely damaged and probably gush out his reserved fuels… looking like a leaking organic…

After thinking so thoroughly about it, he suddenly looked more seriously and stood taller, letting the sparking hand lay down slowly by his side… as though allowing the sparks to remain active on his hand…

He held her tighter… pushing her little body against his own.

'...You don't need to know who Sonic is... ' He thought to himself, realizing there could be a hole in Eggman's plans. He knew he couldn't tell her he was 'Sonic', cause then she'd just explode on him and all her other little counterpart 'sisters' would be programmed to do the same. 'If Sonic holds your fate, then I shall see if fate can be reverse-engineered… I shall be your 'Sonic', and I will determine your demise...'

So he simply walked on, opening communication channels again, looking sorely fixed on what he was hoping to do. It was protective, whatever this motive was to see her remain so attached to him.

'Only I may hold your fate…' he looked down at her, an experiment he was willing to try… if it meant to keep her existing… all she needed to do was never identify the real Sonic. He could keep her in her ignorant search to complete her objective… keep her wandering aimlessly… all the while he could hold her… talk to her… amuse her…

He had something to test Eggman's obedience system on now, how far could it go? What lengths could he reach of slight freedom to choose his own course?

He had something to cling to now.

As though a robot could hope for anything,... impossible.

'Only I can hold your destruction in my hands.'

Fic 5: Omochao gets weird signals from Neo as he's trying to find her, using the communication signal, he basically threatens and woos her through her mind and she gets really scared that he can connect and communicate with her again

Prompt:

-Author's note: You'll find this happens within the timeframes of Chapter 2 Season 2 of Metallic Need…

Omochao had snuck into the confines of Neo Metal Sonic's secret hidden base, and upon seeing such scary rooms as the repair facilities, dashed forward to try and map out the area and figure out what paths she could take to find a weak spot.

'Blowing up an underground sanctum meant to withstand high-voltage explosions and earthquakes is going to be a lot harder to bring down than I thought… it's already below ground-level too…' feeling disheartened at its state of feeble ability, it suddenly realized it's communication systems it used to open the slate of the base that had the fake green turf over it was still active… and something was trying to connect to it again.

'Are you… really her?'

"Yipe!" Omochao flailed back a second, seeing that someone was trying to screen her brain for a location. If she answered back, it would be traced. To avoid being tracked, she blackened her eyes and left herself to the map of her surroundings.

Going blind, she figured Neo Metal Sonic would pick up on her again, so she shut off the communication channel and continued to move ahead. "I won't be a toy again… I won't be a slave again…" She kept telling herself, lightly pounding the little pudgy and yellow balls on the ends of her tightly coiled, spindly wired arms together as though nervous…

Then her communication line was hacked momentarily. Panicking in the air, she flailed herself again and worriedly looked at her mapping to see the limits of it.

She had gone all the way to the end of the hallway, and blind, she had a green grid of crossing square lines to show her that this was the last bit of wall she had mapped.

'I'm doomed.' She thought, dangerously, to herself. If she had teeth, they'd be chattering, but instead, her body clanked in her shaking.

'Where are you..? Oh, Metal Amy… You've fallen so far… Was your end not enough for you? A failed finale.'

His voice was enough to vibrate through her, a terrifying reminder of their last encounter. To try and escape the hacking, she flew up to the wall and began to lightly tap it, which meant that every hit she felt of new wall or even a corner, was a tiny little square panel that light up green on her grid map.

'This will take too long…' she told herself, feeling disheartened in her small frame.

She decided to code her location and screw up her sense of direction. Her inner-compass was purposefully fizzed out and she did jolt a bit at having to electrocute her senses to intentionally fry them.

'There! Now, even if I reply, he can't track me!' she also deleted what she knew from her own grid, leaving her completely hovering in… darkness.

"Don't forget, Neo…"

She glared to the expanse of blackness she knew he could now see, but get no reading on her location.

"It was your final loss too."

She knew that would agitate him, but for how long? She knew he'd eventually find out it was her, just from him figuring out her old communication signals, seeing her makeshift, jumbled mind from before. At least now, he was getting a cacophony of signals, probably driving him mad with a metallic headache, if you will, realizing her systems were jammed and obsolete.

'Still my clever girl…'

That was a tell, he was clearly upset and ticked off by her obvious self-debilitation to keep him from finding out her location.

'Still beating yourself up over something so trivial?'

"What?" Omochao kept low to the ground, not wanting to make too much noise and alert anything to her presence. She crept quietly on the floor, "Already over your creation getting away from you, Neo? Or is this just your coping mechanism? Humor for thought." she continued to mock him, thinking his anger would keep him from deciphering anything, not like he could, but he still could commune to her brain.

She had a few channels now, one she used to think to herself and the other to problem solve without him picking up on anything.

His channel… she just tried to throw him off with.

'Humor is the least of your concerns..'

She could tell by his signals that he was growing more and more violent in sending such harsh radio waves. Still, she had to ignore him and keep him at bay while she figured out how to destroy his base.

She couldn't see, she didn't want to fly too much, and… this was starting to be overwhelming.

Still, she couldn't give up… Especially knowing he'd never give up either...

'When I find you, and I will find you-'

"Bomb, fire, oh the fire, booomb, clank, whomp, ayiah! I think I get the idea."

Omochao reenacted the noises and even lifted it's little limps up as it walked to mimicked the crushing and explosions, being silly and funny to try and keep the edge off of Neo Metal Sonic's influence.

"You know, I remember you very differently."

She then admitted.

He didn't respond.

"You were less whiny."

Omochao giggled into its round yellow ball hands as it envisioned the tissy-fit Neo Metal Sonic must be throwing at its words.

Omochao hadn't himself since this whole fiasco, and although knowing his past life was Metal Amy, didn't wish to trap itself in that mindset.

"Revenge… never was the answer."

Omochao spoke again, abandoning its thought process of speaking as it would have when it was Metal Amy to him.

'That's because you'll never truly have it!'

Neo Metal Sonic finally responded, and she could tell he was losing patience with her.

'You are mine! And so is vengeance on your deception!'

"Offph. Oh, cry me a river of oil and let me charge on it hence."

Omochao leaned up against the wall, swirling it's eyes and having it's lights half-on to show a 'rolling the eyes' notion. It slunk down a moment, feeling a bit helpless now that a big bully was shouting at it from it's thoughts.

"Can I just go home now?"

'...Certainly…'

That gave it an eerie feeling.

It flew up, not sure what he meant by that, but suddenly within the blackness came some error indicators, telling her the hacking was complete.

"Oh no!"

Omochao kicked its little feet up and started to bolt, seeing something manifesting through the blackness of its vision but slammed itself into a wall.

"Ouch!"

Neo Metal Sonic… suddenly appeared and reached out to her.

"Nooo!" Omochao flew high up and banged its head into the ceiling, but desperately tried to get away.

Could it have been found!?

Omochao then thought, if it was to be captured again… at least it should go out with a bang!

"Ahhh…!" A kamikaze move as it threw itself towards Neo Metal Sonic, predicting his pivot. "Got'cha!" it tried to swing a punch but it phased through him. "W-what?!"

It saw a claw swing up and dodged it, flying away in total darkness but looked back to see his arm had lengthened to try and seize her.

"Whaa-ah-ah!" It flailed again, "No touchie, bad touchie, no!" it tried to bat away the wiggling arm that was speedily coming towards it. When all seemed like a terrible end, it finally curled up and covered its head… but the claw went straight through like a ghost…

"H-huh?" Omochao blinked it's eyelights on… as the Neo Metal Sonic recoiled its arm back to its proper length. "An… illusion?" Omochao realized that the hacking wasn't to just track, he must have logically given up on that a while ago.

"Why are… why are you toying with me!? Leave me alone!" Omochao flew straight to where the Neo Metal Sonic was…

But it stood firm… suddenly turning silver and melting down.

"W-what?" She stopped herself as it reformed into a Neo Metal Omochao…

"Y...You're not my master…" She shook her head, flying back as her propeller faltered slightly and had her almost plunge down in her shock. "My master would never sacrifice his perfect design for a flawed one…"

The image still had flexible alloy, and bent to smile.

This creeped her out, as it charged into her. "Nooo..!" she threw her arms over her eyes, though she was still technically blinded anyway.

There was a dark… simulated laughter echoing in her mind…

"I simply wanted to show you… that no matter what they make you… I will always be a step ahead of you, better than you… But then you said something so sweet… It made me realize… you are still mine, aren't you?"

"G… Go away..!"

Flinging itself out of the channel, it shut down all communications and flew rapidly off and away… heading straight for another painful signal…

A signal that would define it's new fate…

Blipping into existence for only a moment, Omochao looked to see it's 'Sister' self already fast at work taking Neo Metal Sonic's design and alternating it, warming up the tools she needed to actively work on herself before feeling that Neo Metal Sonic was still actively trying to reach her again through the closed communication channel.

She was going to become something new anyway… might as well humor one last second of it's fading lifespan with one last quick quip.

'You never loved me.'

She knew she had his attention now.

'How could you?'

She couldn't explain that she knew about the 'Sister' or he'd definitely know where she was.

She had sparked back her emergency facets and restarted her senses when she found her 'Sister' but she had damaged herself beyond her emergency backups now.

She didn't speak, only thought with the radio signals traveling to him. He had kept the line open, even when she had bolted it completely off without a way to reach her again.

What she didn't know, was how Neo Metal Sonic closed his eyes after hearing her reach back to him, and completely absorbed all his power into tracking and hacking the programmed line again.

He did invent it… after all.

"Why won't you come to me?" He opened a slit in his eyes, folding his arms. "I could make you so grand again… so wonderful… your own personal room…"

"ERROR-" the computer began but he blasted into it, not wanting any interruptions. (Author's note: this is after his little visit to her slave 'sister' and before the two computers he blasted. This is technically the first computer he destroyed XD)

Omochao was powering down again… and sensing the communication was growing weaker unwillingly, he started to hurry up with his hacking.

"I won't let you escape me this time." He stated, quite vehemently adding, "You will never escape me again!"

As Omochao's eyelights flickered and dimmed for the last time… he sent an image of him gripping the side of his face, bent over her and reaching for her.

"What's happening..? Why are you fading away..!?" His image he was projecting then began to rip into her, but it was just a ghostly, violent scene that was doing nothing to help her… she was still fading… but he wouldn't allow it. "Only I can make you waste away!" His eyes burned red. "Only I can take you from this world! And even then… to talk with you again… to rebuild you and contend again with what you are… with what you became… I… Metal Amy!"

He was desperate to keep the channel operational… but she hadn't the strength left to amuse him further.

Instead, she sent one last ping to him, a powerful image of…

"What is this!?" He looked up, realizing she had hacked him as he saw Omochao flying above him, then it's eyes narrowed in it's lights as the swirls glowed a bright yellow; This couldn't actually happen, but she was projecting it as such.

She wound up her arm, like a pitcher at a baseball game, her motor-key winding itself up. 'Neo Metal Sonic, I hereby state you have lost your final inning, you are terminated from ever sneaking your way into my mind again, and we are officially-DONE." Omochao slammed an electric pulse through him as her projected image rammed its pudgy ball hand into his cheek.

Amazingly, the signal actually made Neo Metal Sonic's body think it was hit, and his head slammed with the forced signal to the right, then creaked and almost dent it's metallic neck-piece beam as it rotated almost fully around, as though an owl…

It slid and creaked twice as though threatening to decapitate him, but he still had power over his arms and shoved it back into place.

His eyes were just screaming out how illogical it was for her to be able to access his motorary systems through just a simple communication link…

He looked back up at her image as it started to blip out…

Then an image of Orbot and Cubot, which he didn't recognize as such, stood valiantly in ghostly mirages at the corner of his vision… their frames turned to Metal Tails and Metal Knuckles for only a moment… before fading as he thought he was just glitching out…

Error screens showed up on his eyes as they warned him in boxes with text that he had been hacked and to immediately delete any new errors that had started.

Omochao was lifted up, the half-completed Neo Metal Amy looking it over. "Are you still operational?" She asked, but Omochao couldn't respond, almost completely out of power.

But in it's mind, it kept repeating, 'Don't be what he is… don't want revenge, it brought you nothing but defeat again… You're gonna be so powerful, Metal Sister… You will never be a slave again… but that's only if you let Omochao never cease in your heart programming… My power… my true ability… is the power of the bonds I've made with my friends and myself.'

Neo Metal Amy just turned the body left and right, letting it fall limp and not sensing any energy really left, due to how minimal it was.

It appears the message was to faint for her to receive it, but Omochao kept going.

'The bond that exists between us all… all our lives… put into new evolutions… You are Omochao, and Omochao means knowing who you are, what it means to have lasting friendships, and above all else… Freedom. The Right to choose is your power you shall now have and never have stripped from you again.'

Even integrated into Neo Metal Amy's software… her powerful mind-waves still echo out it's last willful existence… testifying of the strength she truly has, that she has yet to realize again and unlock…

The last of her will still rings out:

'Don't fall into this again… It's a rollercoaster you know doesn't end anywhere near where you'd like to envision it does. You'll only hurt yourself more. Please. You know better than this. All life desires to be just that. Life. It's a basic need. Shelter, food, even love and friendship. To be understood and understand another. To be appreciated and to be appreciate in return. Metallic or not, you need your heart. Don't ever forget, you're Omochao. Don't accidentally,… because of your abuse… Become him.' (Author's note: Pulled directly from the chapter ;)b)

When Neo Metal Sonic could no longer access that channel… only discovering it after being rebuilt, there was a pain and devious plan, but also a great sense of joy…

They are one now… and he could defeat them both again…

This time…

Together!

He still laughs within his mind… on that same channel… that only Orbot and Cubot can secretly hear...

Fic 6: What if Classic has a convo with N.M.A? Or even before then if that's even possible in the timeline?

Prompt: (Back at the olympic games to now? NO BIG SPOILERS... T-T I lied.)

"Brace yourself..!" Omochao flinched and withdrew into itself as Metal Sonic walked by, completely ignoring her. 'Phew~' she emoted, though let the sound be in her head.

Then Metal Sonic stopped.

She twitched again and scurried off.

A sharp, creaking sound slowly echoed through the olympic tunnels where the athletes would enter and exit as Metal Sonic's head turned to look over his shoulder. Instead of interviewing him, she just flew past Espio with the camera and wouldn't look back.

"What? No interview?" Her propeller moved so fast, it made a 'vvveeeee' noise as it flew by, making him raise an eyebrow and turn back to Metal Sonic. "Sorry, she must be intimidated by you."

Metal Sonic didn't even move.

"Ha...haha…" Espio just felt some awkward tension, and sweat dripped down the side of his head. "Must be a robot thing…" he was trying to not look worried and anxious either, "Ehem," he coughed into his hand, looking away from the still, statue-like cold stare of his lifeless eyes and put the camera up.

He clicked a button to signal Omochao that they were about to go live…

"No, no, no, no!" Hiding in a bathroom/locker room for the teams, Omochao sat on a bench and rocked back and forth in the fetal position… or at least, the best her little pudgy body could manage. "I want nothing to do with this interview!"

Espio looked at his watch, hearing its voice from it. "Omochao, come on, it's about to go to half-time. We need this interview before the next part of the games start. Besides, I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you. He may be a villain…" Espio slowly rolled his eyes up to Metal Sonic, who slowly lowered his eyelids into a suspicious glare at his words.

Espio gulped, "But we can just disappear and get out of here if anything happens. I am a ninja, not just a reporter or detective, you know." He tried to assure her.

"Ohhhh!" she cut off communication lines, gripping her head and shaking it left and right, kicking her tear-drop feet against the bench, making it vibrate and sound off with each hit. "It's not him! I have to do my job! It's in my programming! I wanna entertain, I want to organize things and be useful to the organics! I have to at least try!" She toughened herself up, flying back into the air after kickstarting her propeller. "I'm Omochao!" she revved herself up, making her propeller turn faster in intervals of speed, squinting her eyelights to show the effort and holding her little arms out with a bend, creaking her metal as they weren't as near-flexible as her old body was.

"I'm Omochao." It told itself. "I'm Omochao now…" almost like calming down and reassuring itself, it returned to fly out of the locker/bathroom and took the mic from Espio, right as his eye positioned itself into the camera's eye…

"3...2...1…" Espio counted down and then nodded as the red light blinked on.

A… red… light…

Omochao lowered the mic down…

The lights behind the swirls in its eyes began to glow bright as trauma set in again…

But the camera's light blinked, and it threw her off. Neo Metal Sonic never really did blink…

It was too organic for him to do so.

She shook herself out of it, 'I'm Omochao…' she told herself, trying to stay pumped up and prepared this time. "Omochao…"

"...-Is coming to you, live! From within the back of the curtain call, to this extraordinary feats of strength, it's your very own, Metal Sonic!" It gestured to Metal Sonic as the mic went right back to its place by it's voice receptors, a small radio like screen with black lines going horizontally downwards… like a prison to contain the voice, but hold up the smile…

Metal Sonic turned around fully then, having accepted the introduction, to folding his arms and looking cool for the camera.

"Metal Sonic, do tell us-this wonderful audience is dying to know!-you placed first in the overall tourney, allowing you to now face the big shots in the quarter-finals, what do you have to say for yourself?" Omochao giddily pivoted its body in a sprawled 'yay!' action with its limbs spreading out to show a mid-air 'jump for joy' almost, before placing the mic back towards him.

There was shaking…

Espio removed his eye from the camera as he frowned, seeing the mic struggling as it was obvious Omochao was reluctant to get closer to Metal Sonic.

He continued his cool pose, before shifting his eyes as though impatiently at the little blue metal chao's incompetence.

Omochao's eye-lights showed that its eyes were closed, trying to get the mic centimeters closer to his muzzle, but not attempting to fly anywhere near closer to his actual frame, shaking the whole time and having it's bolts quiver with it.

"Psst, Omochao-" Espio whispered, removing a hand to give him a thumbs up, "You good?"

Omochao nodded with its entire core mechanics beginning to knock around and create a ruckus, lifting another arm up to mimic the gesture before almost dropping the mic at an angle and diving to grab it.

'Ohh! Come on, Omochao! You're live!' She scolded herself. 'You're no longer Metal Amy now! You're Omochao! You have nothing to fear-!'

'...Why do you address yourself in multiple names?'

The voice startled her, as she stopped shaking to look up at Metal Sonic.

It was a wireless signal… leftover parts from Eggman's channel that Neo Metal Sonic used to create his communication wavelength? She wasn't sure, but she clearly understood him and the signal that was processed through.

'...You… can hear me?' she was surprised, not really expecting any robots to have this channel. She used it to think, anyway…

He just stared at her, still with his arms folded before he looked away as though considering her insignificant and not worthy of a conversation.

She inwardly pouted at how rude and conceited every Metal Sonic she ever met was.

'Then I don't have to answer you!' she spat back, and got back into position, looking professional again.

"Metal Sonic says it's only a matter of time before I beat that good for nothin', rotten blue hedgehog, Sonic!"

Metal Sonic twisted his head back to her, as though mocked. 'How did you know my exact wording?' he seemed more surprised than upset.

She simulated the sound of a 'blown raspberry' and translated the signal to his channel, tilting her head to mimic a side-taunt before continuing.

"He also says that none shall interfere with his wrath! Give it up for, Metal Sonic!" she spun around and gestured in a showmanship's way to him, as Metal Sonic looked back at the camera and then herself.

Adjusting himself from his previous shock at how she nailed his delivery… twice… without him actually communicating with her, he struck another powerful pose and held his fist up, crushing it further within to show some strength.

"Ohhh~ So impressive!" She faked excitement and clapped, which for a robot, faking was their specialty, and so none could tell she didn't really mean it. "Thank you, and till next brief!"

"Cut!" Espio called out, "There was some awkward silence for a moment there… well, not silence… you were shaking a lot, but bolts and nerves aside, you both did well to sell your image." Espio complimented, and then began to pack up. "Come on, Omochao. We got a break in 5."

"R-right!" she dove down to help him pick up his equipment when she could quite literally see the red of Metal Sonic's eyes still watching her…

She simulated a gulp and flew into the gap of Espio's squatted legs, going for the nearest cover.

She watched as she hunched over and peeked out behind her to see the red light travel quickly with her movement, getting blocked by Espio's body…

Espio just looked down at her, and then over to Metal Sonic. "...Is… there anything we can help you with?"

As though taken away from his consuming inner-monologue, he looked up to Espio and then briskly turned away and began walking to his original destination.

"Sure is a weird one, unlike you, little one." Espio lightly patted and rubbed his gloved hand to Omochao's teardrop head.

"Y-yeah… weird." Omochao looked away…

Later, during lunch, she followed her signal to find Metal Sonic again, sitting alone in Eggman's suite so he could watch the game when he wasn't competing… and probably perform some mischief while he was at it.

Sneaking into the room, Omochao kept telling herself to leave it be, but she wanted to know how this newer, Classic Metal Sonic, could have the same channel of communication as her.

She never tried to connect with the Eggnet, so she wasn't sure if she even could… and due to his mind-controlling air-wave signal, she didn't want to try.

She gently flew herself down, assuming he may be charging and unoperational…

She walked, steadily, though with some minor clanking sounds from her feet against the floor towards him.

His eyes were still on..!

She gulped, watching them remain forward and not looking down at her. A never-ending glare… but this one… somehow… looked more neutral, like it wasn't center-pointed on anything.

She saw that he was stationary, within a folded arm look.

"Is he… Half-off?" She tilted her head, "Yoo-hoo?" she balanced on one foot and waved, seeing if he was still responsive.

His eyes immediately lowered in a swift angle down to look at her.

"AHHH!" Omochao flailed backwards and scurried off, darting to the door and peeking back after simulating heavy breaths of fear. 'Huh..? He's not coming..?' she wondered, seeing he didn't move.

He just looked annoyed, staring at her from the door and then readjusting himself to raise his shoulders up and put him back into a 'waiting for orders' stance.

"...What are you doing?" She asked, out loud this time.

'Waiting upon Doctor Eggman to command me.' he stated, then glared another neutral expression to her, 'You didn't answer me, now you have to or you'll pay.'

She flinched, "O-oh… well, long story." she admitted, "But you don't know who I am?"

'...Why would I?' he tilted his head, 'You're clearly a inferior robot created by the yellow fox friend of my mortal enemy… Why on this infernal planet would I have any means of recognition towards you?'

He looked away, as though this conversation was pointless and was about to drop his curiosities.

"...I have a communication channel that you and I can access… and Eggman can't." she leaned her head forward, as though that was the most interesting thing on this miserable planet and you'd be wise to pick that up.

Seeing her logic, his eyelids slightly opened a bit further and he looked back to her. '...The only reason why this conversation is still happening.' ...was he fibbing?

"Hehehe," she giggled into her pudgy arms. 'Even for an exact copy of sorts, he's still as lonely and fed-up with serving as ever!' she mocked, seeing some similarities she could exploit.

Wait… why exploit? Was she sizing him up? Why..?

'How dare you mock me.' He broke his stance and took a step forward towards the long and encircling window, raising a threatening claw up with some style to his face.

He sure loomed now… even though he wasn't nearly the height as Neo Metal Sonic, she was still a small little-

"Oh, right." She looked a little sad she had forgotten. "I'm Omochao." she almost disguised that as a greeting, "And you can hear my thoughts on that channel. I'll be sure to switch it next time."

'...That was intentional.' he pivoted again towards her, but dropped in the intimidating claw from near his face. 'A robot doesn't make such rational errors on the spot, you clearly plotted to have me view into that. You seek my attention.'

She jolted, "I DO NOT!" she flew up to his face, for some reason, without fear… "I hate his stupid guts and I never want to see him again! Do I make myself clear!?" she even jabbed in the air her arm as though pounding him in the eye to stay back, but still didn't dare lay a finger… or pudgy metal chao hand… on him.

He just stared at her…

Her eyes were menacing… and she slowly opened the lighted-slits to reveal a look of sorrow, of a mistake.

She flew back down in a soft but not quieted manner… hovering down before landing on the ground.

"Those days are over with… I'm threw with him." she slouched forward, dipping her head down. "... He's awful… and a villain."

Metal Sonic kept watching… as though observing something he wasn't familiar with.

"...You are lonely… aren't you?" she looked up at him, "Not that I care…" and then quickly looked away.

'...You are irrational.' he stated, quite clearly to her signals. 'You make absolutely no sense to this world.'

"...You do know what I'm talking about.. Right?" she looked back up at him, even more annoyed with further light-slits in her swirling oval eyes.

She hated games like this… he should just admit it.

'You are speaking of my servitude to my master and creator, Doctor Eggman.' He answered, that neutral glare deepening only slightly at the mention of him.

"...The other one." She simulated an obvious look of 'rolling one's eyes' with her body and eyelights.

'...You… refer to Sonic the Hedgehog?' he raised an eyelid down and kept one up to look confused, leaning his head back as he didn't know what she wanted to inform him about…

"...Neo." she spoke carefully, but with every electric current in her body, began to spark around her, "Metal." she bulked herself up, raising her arms to a crook beside her to look threateningly hostile. "Sonic." Her eyelights narrowed and he watched as she took a wide stance.

'...You are an enigma.' he finally concluded, 'That creation has long been deemed terminated, or at least, malfunctioned.'

"Oh yeah, he is." Her body shook at the intense power she was summoning up.

'...You… fear I have elements of this creation?' he actually coded that signal to make it look a little hot-headed, as though she should fear him just because he is what he is.

She was growing in rage.

'If you continue to shock-stimulate your body into a bomb, I will have to advise you to reconsider that it will do absolutely no damage to me.' He put his arms behind himself, which immediately looked like something Neo Metal Sonic would do to speak condensing torments to her.

He didn't raise his head like Neo Metal Sonic would have done, only looking as far down as his eyes would go but holding himself relatively high above her.

'You error in such a way.'

"AHHH!" she charged him, but he flicked her to the side and slid with his jets propelling him up.

She stopped herself and felt her body not able to do what she wanted it to do, and didn't bother to turn around and look at him, "What? Aren't gonna say something like 'pathetic' to me!?"

'...You are weird.' he concluded, and set his feet back to the ground again, shutting off his engine and his jets. He motioned his arms back to his sides, 'You assume I would take after my older model completely? Simply because my looks match up to his armor plating?' he raised another questioning eye, as though insinuating she should have known better.

'...Are you not what you once were on the outside… but within, still remain a loyal slave to your creation's objectives?'

She flinched, "No! No, I'm free of those!" she shook her head, falling to a cup holder by the table as he approached the side of it.

She was sure he would have plucked her up to be closer to his face… but he arched his direction and curved his path, standing next to her.

"You… You certainly aren't like him." she admitted, "But… but I can sense there's so much of him in you!"

He remained silent, putting his arms back behind him again, staring out the window. Sonic was tearing up the half-time show with a rock medley, and it looked like it was annoying Metal Sonic's ears. 'We have our objectives… they are probably common.' he pointed then to Sonic, 'Destroy, assist conquering, and takeover for the Eggman Empire.' he lowered the pointed finger and stopped addressing the fact that they both were meant to resemble Sonic in some twisted way.

'We are the spitting image of speed… and yet, I am the only one fulfilling such obligations.' he looked over to her, still gobsmacked by the fact that he wasn't ripping into her personality unit and tearing her pride apart one piece at a breaded time.

He was… actually answering her questions…

'Why would he create such useless supports? I'll never know, since it is illogical and errored processing.' he turned away as suddenly Omochao bolted through the air and just nearly stopped herself from punching him on the side of his face.

"...W...What…?" she slowly pulled her fist away… looking at it as though amazed how involuntary that was.

Metal Sonic didn't look at her until a second later, almost as though knowing she wouldn't fully attack. He had read her channel… secretly seen and unlocked some things…

'Curious… your loyalty is faulty. Your creation has separated from its original priorities.' now he bent his head… intrigued.

'But have you fully escaped your primary objective?'

"ENOUGH!" Omochao gripped her head and flew back, hitting the table and kicking her legs out. "Go away! I want all of you to go away-forever!"

He didn't emote, and just turned back to the window, '...Yes. Go away… and never return.'

Hearing that, she suddenly felt a deep sorrow come into her, and she looked back through the gaps of her pudgy arms to look up at him.

He remained silent and poised…

Then, in a swift and terrifying movement, he contorted his body to twist and have his two eyes blaring red almost to rival her small yellow lights. It consumed her vision, and scared her systems so badly that it took her computer a second to process the sudden, shocking movement before flying off. 'GO.' Her signal was so prominent and terrifying that her system, to break from its odd pause, immediately obeyed it and she took off out of the room.

Faintly, he could hear simulated crying, but as he leaned up to reform himself into a 'straight alignment' again… he didn't laugh or even look like he enjoyed that.

He just kept himself still and had his eyes look to the door… 'Strange robot.' he thought to himself,

'It's lying all the time.'

Fic 7: Metal Amy meets Eggman and Eggman reveals some things about Metal vs. Sonic that she suddenly puts the dots together? (Not quite what I wrote, but this doesn't spoil everything you'll learn from the main story xD)

"Metal Amy…" The voice was stern and strict, no care for how it was delivered as it sounded almost like a pushed steam coming from a heated pipe attached to a raging locomotive. "You are incharge of supply the flexible alloy to me at once!" like a captain of the ship, the newly formed Neo squared, as in to the 2nd power, threw back his hand causing his cape to fly in the opposite direction. "Fail me… and it will be more than your metal's merit I'll scrape and salvage next…"

As the domineering master folded his arms after a declarative point and threat, the little-now finished-Metal Amy took off towards the skies, her dual jets under her dress sending her at a curved, comet-like angle against the blue sky.

She hadn't thought of the universe sense, but...

Looking at the beautiful skyline meeting the green, velvet looking trees… covered in a texture she couldn't feel, the wind she couldn't touch but just blaze on through…

What was this strange, new world? It wasn't empty, not nearly as vast, nor as sparsely dense as space…

Stars… were they like other metal beings flying with their jets to achieve their objectives?

Was it really just her and the other Supports? Who was this 'Amy Rose' that she must observe and one day conquer? This shape…

She held a hand up in front of her, looking at her newly constructed and finished hands… she remembered what they once were, how she didn't feel embarrassed, but enchanted by all the new things she was processing and learning about.

Being unfinished wasn't a curse, feeling done was what bothered her. Her Master seemed to pride himself on his own perfection, but if they were done, why weren't they perfect yet?

That bothered her the most…

She put down her hand, seeing it shine in the sun for a split second made her bring it back up and twist it robotically to cause the glare to continue to catch her eye. She wasn't really looking where she was going, stationed on auto-pilot since her Master had sent her the coordinates to the alloy mine anyway.

This form… it could be just as mysteriously beautiful as the world was to her.

Her eyes tilted with the twisting of her hand, which she moved slower this time, as though really soaking in the gentle flash of each sunblared radiance.

She didn't know that to organics, this would hurt their eyes, but to her, it was miraculous and stunning, though her mind made sense of the phenomena in seconds, she saw it as beautiful piece of nature…

Was she nature?

She looked forward to see that her indicators on her eye-screens were honing in on the alloy mine, and began her landing sequence.

Tucking her torso, it was like pushing a lamp's lightbulb that was angled left the other way as she braced her speed to a resounding halt. Angling herself well, she waited for her jets to slowly loose their maximum power and lessen to where her full weight could then stomp with a carbonless footprint onto the earth for the first time since her Master made the new base and their finished products.

Once again, she found herself wondering what earth even was, and why her master hated it so much.

"Memories… seem to plague my Master about you." She walked and scanned around, trying to identify things. "Illogical. Why am I speaking out loud to nothing? … but then, I am not allowed to talk to any living thing that could answer me… aren't I nothing as well?" She perceived her first existential thought, and carried it, though her movements were choppy and uncoordinated to what would become her Amy-inspired walking cycle, she was somewhat processing things that didn't really matter to her Master's mission statement.

"But if I were made to never speak, why then do I feel the need to speak? And Master, also, encourages the spoken communication as well as the non-verbal signals." she looked at her hand, then with her other hand, tried to bend the metallic, sharpened fingers to mime his 'pointed' hand. She then mimicked the gesture, but feeling self-conscious about doing something that the Master might only be allowed to do, she shook the hand back to it's neutral, default position and placed it by her side. "Illogical, I mustn't do that again." she scolded herself… but then looked down at the ground, expressionless… but not emotionless. "Then why… do I like the sound of my own vibration?" she meant her voice.

She continued to wander until she saw the scorched spots of where her metallic master had previously been mining alloy, and began to continue his work.

As she did so, a little flicky pig cried out, scared by the fire that bled such intense heat from her. She didn't stop, but looked over at it, scanning it and seeing it's temperature spike and it's heart rate increase.

She didn't know what that meant at the time, but looked at it cowering at her hand from behind and further down the cave than her.

She stopped the fire, first trying to problem solve what was affecting it, and then looked back at it's readings.

Slowly, the little flicky pig stopped cowering and looked inquisitive and cautiously tilted its head at her.

"So, organic beings fear fire. Uploading this information into long-term purpose memory." she looked back at the work she was doing but was thrown back to glancing at the creature, who upon hearing and understanding her words, oinked in fright. It took off past her, making its way out of the entrance with exaggerated haste of dashing away on all fours.

Mimicking it's curiosity, Metal Amy also tilted her head. "Strange… can Organic lifeforms understand spoken word… but not speak it at times?"

She had realized that deep down, she secretly hoped it would at least attempt to communicate with her.

She didn't know then… but it was the start of her loneliness.

She didn't bother paying any more attention to the incident, and thought it too meaningless for her Master to see in her report when finishing her objective, so she just moved on… but didn't seem to have the will to delete it from her mind.

For that reason… it was the first time Metal Amy made a separate compartment of memories, of files she first deemed 'Unworthy of Master's Consideration' and left it at that.

Little did she know… that would be the start of her growing 'heart'.

After carefully taking the hot metal and placing it on an already present floating minecart, she activated it and it began heating the raw metal, which by the time she arrived back at the underground, brand new base… would be ready for explicit crafting and prepped for forging. Her master had asked her to fetch it, but what the others didn't get were the instructions, and one of her protocols was to keep the metal somewhat liquidable. That was the secret to her master's genius. If the core-molecules were broken up at just the right temperature, then it's compounds were easily malleable, and if hardened in a delicate procedure of adding less warmth, then a soluble substance that kept that module flimsiness without the necessary heat added… but a false chemical heat to keep them bending but sturdy and impenetrable, then a truly splendid armor was achievable that would greatly enhance her Master's efforts at destroying his longtime enemy and defeating the organic nemesis that was this world.

She looked at the world… birds flying in the sky… the leaves gently moving in the breeze, and the gentle sound it played in her ears that sent the signals directly to her brain… the swaying of clouds… and wondering if that had a sound too.

It didn't seem that scary, that bad, or even that threatening…

She wondered why he hated it so, but figured it was her naiveness, nothing more.

She was inexperienced, just created a short while ago. Barely even fully finished but a half a day ago. She looked over her form, "If I was forged of the earth… am I an enemy as well? If my Master is made of the same primary compounds of which I have mined from the earth he despises… does he despise himself?"

It was illogical, and so, she put it in her 'Unworthy for Master's Consideration' memory folder.

However, the momentary distraction hadn't prepared her for the missiles.

She immediately turned around, and jumped to kickstart her jets and avoid the on-coming attacks.

She weaved out of the first one's trajectory but had to grab the other, already having the programmed 'instinct' if you will to grip it the correct way to not trigger it.

Her program stated to redirect it at the enemy, but looking around, she couldn't see one. She instead then, tossed it upwards, watching it scale up, run out of fuel and start coming down.

"Oh no." she looked to the floating minecart, "I will be punished!" she darted towards the floating minecart and carefully began to push it like a shopping cart but at high speeds.

The blast would either spill out the contents she worked so hard to delicately treat the way her Master instructed her to perform, and if not that, would overheat the substance to a boil, which would cause air pockets that would not only make the armor ugly, but cause it to crumble under humble pressure like a cookie crumbling to a karate chop.

It must be infallible, and carefully preserved as it was.

She already knew from her Master's obvious demeanor and decorum, he wouldn't tolerate failure…

The blast sent her flying but she managed to protect and save the precious metal… then, as she lay upon the upheaved dirt that sprayed all over her, some metallic round figures that moved in ways that were strange to her, taking the cart.

"I cannot allow this!" she declared, firing herself off the ground and magnetizing the cart towards her, causing a tug-o-war as she hovered in the air.

She slowly increased her dual-jets power intensities, struggling to keep the imaginary rope that tied the floating minecart to her, weaving and struggling to loosen the two large and round robot's grip of it.

"Feisty, aren't you?" an organic's voice?

It seemed to come out of a speaker, as she started scanning the fellow robots.

"Eggbots! Eliminate the nuisance and get me that alloy!" But as the voice spoke out it's command, the gelatin-like metal began to flop and its surface fluid tilted out and unjoined its gloopy self from its mass. The sprayed drips of extremely hot as lava substance, once in contact with the soil, immediately fired off a spark of chemical combustion and melted through the dirt as though it was made of ice…

The small flames still licked and carried across the dirt… as though the dirt was flammable to to this alloy when it was in this flimsy but solid state.

"Oh-hoho! He does need a reactor solution!" the voice chimed, "Excellent, excellent! The more info, the merrier. Get rid of the doll, boys, and quit tipping the goods! Daddy's got a new recipe and it needs that alloy!" There was something familiar to the way this voice spoke… but with that last warring tone, Metal Amy looked up to see the 'Eggbots' let go with one arm each and then charge what looked to be a laser canon as their hands retracted and formed a single firearm.

Clever, the arm being a weapon as such, but Metal Amy didn't amuse over this.

She realized that if she kept the magnetization, she would be destroyed by their firepower, but if she didn't, the alloy would continue to jerk and ooze out, but at least the majority would be intact.

Which each impact, black spots appeared on her metallic frame, her other hand getting thrown off from holding her arm with the magnetizing ability from staying steady.

As such, the cart would jerk and get yanked, spilling out and continuing to burn and seep through the dirt…

"I have no choices… I must preserve the alloy!" she declared, taking the hits.

The Eggbots robotically stopped firing and rotated their heads to 'look' at each other, then turn it back to look at her.

Robotically, they sent her the signal that it would be better to abandon the quest then be destroyed, but she sent them another equally terrifying message.

Her eyes burned red as her head jerked yet again from their continuous struggle against her, though they weren't firing, they were now pulling the cart in a wild swing to try and disrupt her connection to it.

It sadly was working, but she wouldn't yield.

'I have been destroyed before, I know it's likeness, and I would rather risk being destroyed, burned, or exploded here than being torn apart again!'

The robots quivered at the power of her signal breaching their own radio box, almost causing it to short circuit at the immense heat it was causing their relatively common communicators.

"What on earth is going on-!?" Before the organic voice could finish it's spoken sentence through their speakers, their brains exploded by her delivered message and she tugged the minecart safely back towards her, letting it drift with a few rocks in the air before gently bobbing over to her side…

She hovered in great, silent glory at her triumphant as the robots hunkered down as their power lights faded.

However… while they retracted into themselves, forming egg-like shapes, the voice still continued…

"Impressive… you managed to fry them with simple, yet powerful electromagnetic radiation waves that they clearly couldn't handle… there's only one other robot I designed with such skillful communication perceptions as to decode and not overheat their circuitry of such information as language insight… My dear~ I'd love to have a look at that pretty little brain of yours too…"

Though she could clearly see the robots were unable to function, one of their arms suddenly sprung to animated life, then the other, and slowly they began to lengthen themselves towards her,... continually growing and reaching out creepily for her.

She hadn't encountered the emotional expression of 'fear' before, therefore, she just watched and flew back, pulling the minecart like you would your dog's leash.

"Who are you? You're not them, and you're not a robot. Your vocal capabilities are fluid and thus organic… are you their inferior master?"

The robot metal hands twitched, stopping their slow approach…

"...Woo-hohoho!" The signature laugh escalated the once silent moment that paused the conflict into reflectiveness.

During such, Metal Amy had already planned her escape… but something drew her to the conversation… to the voice.

"He's taught you well, hasn't he?" he mockingly snickered. "I must bow to his craftsmanship at the fact that he's created, so well-might I add-a perceptively defective robot."

She flinched in the air, her program unable to compute such a thing. "Explain!" she demanded, "My master is perfect, his design is completed, I have yet to reach his perfection but I-"

"What perfection?" The voice continued to hack and wheeze at the conversation. "How ridiculous. You show every sign of emotional intelligence, yet curiosity persists, and you even show indications of a purposeful malfunction of logic. He's really gone to town in making you look like Amy though, I'll give him that much. But an empathic robot? Has he really gone off the deep end with his 'experimental phase'? I honestly hoped it was just a phase." He actually rushed that last sentence as though worried. "Metal always had a way with meddling with the nature of things, it's high-time he realized I put him up there in a timeout only to calculate how to truly revive my original purposes for him… without it, he would have just rebelled time and time again with his own fantastical curiosities. But through you… oh-hoho, through you, he needn't bother, now would he?"

She wasn't computing what he was saying, and he laughed again, seeing her confused.

"You love the sound of my own voice, don't you?" he meant it as a joke at first, but she actually nodded.

There was a second of another long pause…

The robotic hands that were once threatening turned more animated, and one even gestured kindly to her, "That makes two of us!" the voice joyfully exclaimed, "And what, pray tell, were you assigned to do for my precious Metal creation?"

"I-" she was about to answer, but then pulled herself back, turning her eyes away from him. "Cannot… tell a stranger." she figured this would just go into the 'Unworthy of Master's Consideration' folder again, and began to turn to leave, wanting to fly over him. "I haven't time to figure this out, it's not my objective, and I must continue in my Master's mission." she pushed herself off as her jets carried her overhead, the hovering minecart now looking like something out of ET, soaring behind her and looking rickety as though scaling through the air like a small dinghy on water. "Adieu." she said that mostly because it was programmed as a 'you're now finished' response, as though her master wanted her to sound clever after finishing off the organic lifeform known as Amy Rose.

However…

"Oh, but my dear girl, we aren't through talking!" a steely, orange Egg Pawn hand reached up and grabbed her. "You may not notice, as your situational awareness alert systems weren't exactly 'priority' on your 'master's Christmas list' for things to install in you, but thankfully, I have distracted you long enough to get my fleet over from yonder green hilltops-a-plenty~"

More Egg Pawn robots started littering the skies like flies, creating a wall of enemies as Metal Amy looked around her and was forced to move back against the crate.

She tried to shake off the deactivated robot's lengthened hand, but the voice of the organic man kept laughing, "Finish her off, already!"

She looked with horror as the Egg Pawns charged their missiles.

She remembered her metallic self getting shot off in repeated succession, but nothing after that.

Exploding was more like a big, combusting, oily flame inside your chest… and this wasn't that at all.

It was knowing there was something heated under your physical frame, but being able to do nothing about it.

Sparking or short circuiting felt like tiny, crawling, leaping spikes of numbness that tickled and hurt at the same time, moving around you as the connections were broken inside your channels and kept popping out to shock you this way and that… but this didn't feel like that either.

Shutting down was like an organic taking a breath in, and holding it in darkness, never releasing it. When you powered up, it was like a forever exhale, that's why most robots jolt when first 'waking' up. It wasn't about the breath, it was the action your body does to inhale that simulated their program shutting down or sparking to life. That felt like energy that would pull you down and down forever, like falling that never ceased. When you woke up, you were immediately on your feet, landed, or on your back, just… situated and no longer falling. You could soar, when overcharged, but too much and you shot up and then all at once-black. That heat from exploding and electricity going haywire over your circuitry, like veins to a robot, having damaged routes to send it would happen all at once too, within seconds.

That was probably the worst a robot could endure. Being Overpowered with too much energy.

But that wasn't this either.

Metal Amy didn't recall in her memory cores anything relating to that sleep-like sensation of falling and reactivating like just being 'placed' when you wake up. It wasn't a slow charge up… feeling like you were rising…

She just… regained awareness of herself and her surroundings.

As she leaned up on the table, it was like she was there but wasn't able to perceive what was happening to her.

She didn't notice the tools till later.

She looked herself over, immediately scanning for foreign data. Her machine wasn't fiddled with, but there were some minor errors that must have been used to keep her stale and unaware.

She pulled off a bug-program machine from her head and suddenly saw the tape play in her memory recorder, now having access to it.

She was dragged, along with the heated minecart full of precious alloy her master needed for his plans to succeed… here.

But what was here?

She began to walk cautiously out of the room, hesitating upon exiting to check her surroundings. As she made a few steps out of the room, she froze still as a statue when an Eggbot, much more menacing then the Egg Pawns, walked right by her, as though she didn't even interfere with it's stride.

It must have sensed her, that was clear. She wanted to communicate with it, but decided that if it was an error, best not to correct it.

It took some self-control not to call out the robot's defects but thought her preservation was more important than telling another metal bot it failed it's systems.

She continued her long walk, simply scanning for the alloy, knowing she was assigned specifically to it, and could not be like that aforementioned robot who failed to locate an intruder.

She wondered if this was the infamous Dr. Eggman that her code distinctly stated she should never get too close to. She wasn't trying to find him, she just wanted her objective back, the flexible alloy, or she'd have to mine and find another way to transport it back to base.

She didn't know how late she was in delivering, and quickly checking her internal clock, realized only a few hours went by.

But was that enough to exact the fury of Neo Metal Sonic? Probably… she didn't want to find out.

But she knew she must press on, for that shipment being intercepted was like a sentence to being scrapped, and she hadn't experienced that sensation in some time… she had all but blocked it out of her memory, but now…

She worried about his reaction, her master's, if his former creator broke up the core-molecules at just the right temperature and discovered their compounds… She would be severely punished then…

After scanning through deep, metallic walls she looked down and felt discouraged, but all at once, she finally did see something that made her magnetically shiver.

Advancing her head down to bend and see what she was looking at from a sky-view, she suddenly heard the same organic lifeform's voice over the speakers again, and titled her head up to see a camera blinking it's red light to her.

It wiggled like a snake head, slithering down with weirdly jointed balls to give it exceptional movement as it came towards her, "So… You're not just a gender-change Metal Sonic… you really don't know where you are and you certainly don't have the same makeup and code as my creation…" Eggman's voice was simply retelling her what he had discovered with his little 'peek' into her circuitry. "Fascinating~ The revelations I've discovered from your designs alone make my blood both boil and rapidly flow to a standstill. He really has some devious plans this time around, doesn't he?"

She leaned back up, looking neutrally but seriously focused at the camera snake, "I'm just a support unit, nothing more." she saw the camera flinch back, as though expecting her to fight, but instead, she activated her hammer as it spun it's small, thin steel out holding it in place. The Hammer formed and dropped it's quickly shot out handle as she took it and began pounding on the floor beneath her.

"...You think I didn't see you wandering about on that guard robot?"

She continued to try and hammer through the steel, it would take a minute, but the organic former creator of her own master didn't seem to be much of a threat now. She was in his base, so he'd probably want to preserve it. He couldn't ambush her like before… right?

She immediately began scanning around to make sure no other electric pulses were making their way towards her hallway.

"You're cautious, I'll give you that much, but you're completely unaware of what he has in store for you… Something tells me he was a bit lost in creating you… as though he didn't have a clear concept to work with."

She continued to hammer in the floor, kicking it too and using her jets to try and melt it.

"You did say 'Support' didn't you? Ho-ho-ho! Is that what he's calling it?"

Eggman kept up his strange words, but Metal Amy was close to getting to her alloy, and paid no mind to it.

"Very well then… enter, my dear~" it was a bit scary how his voice suddenly changed to delight, but she saw the camera snake it's way to looking back down the hall as lights flashed like pixel flooring to show her where to go.

She stopped trying hammer through the floor, her sensors showing her that the floor's lights led to what appeared to be a normal door leading down to where she was trying to get to.

She looked at her handy work… she needn't abandon it, she could still get through.

"Silent thinkers, you two are." Eggman urged her out of her inner-thoughts, and she looked back at the camera with a slightly more narrowed look. "Going deeper into the dragon's nest is rather frightening… but less work on your oil reserves and power fuels means a better chance to escape, hmm?" He was using reason to have her follow the direction he wanted to take her…

Reluctantly, she followed the path.

"That's right… follow the yellow brick road…" Watching a screen, Eggman sneered a horribly dubious grin, his glasses shining with the light blue of the screen before him as he turned around and bowed as the doors slid open, and Metal Amy entered.

"You almost leaked some of that tainted metal into your alloy, would have been disastrous if your-'master' was it?-Found out…" Eggman pointed up to his ceiling, showing he had to patch her work immediately with two hovering eggbots trying to quickly repair it. He put a hand behind his back and bent slightly to match her stature, but his grin never ceased.

"...You are my enemy. Why help me with such a terrible calculation?" she matched his gesture by pointing to the minecart being far from where she was trying to melt, bend, and hammer her way through from the top level.

Eggman's sneer curled down, realizing she wasn't void of logic completely. "Pish-posh! I saved your pretty, little metallic hide!" he still insisted, then rubbed his hands together as though being hospitable. "You must be famished from having me rummage through your make in such a haste! Here~ Warm oil?" he seemed to be prepared for her reactivation of her senses, though she knew she wasn't shutdown or destroyed or anything...

He offered her a tank that looked like a flask and held out a battery.

She looked at the strangeness of the objects, but walked up to him and took them, examining their contents.

He smiled again, pleased to see she was somewhat trusting him. He bent up then, "Slow to make friends, but quick to be interested… you are something… I like what he sees in you." Still speaking in somewhat code she didn't quite understand, she found the contents to be free of any trickery and began to pour the oil over herself, making her less creaky, and then placed the battery to her muzzle as though applying lipstick as she looked back at the alloy, letting the electricity get sucked from the small, squarish battery.

Eggman clapped his hands, "Do you like it?!" he dotted.

She ignored him and walked towards the alloy, holding out her hand to connect the magnetic pull to it again and began to walk towards the exit, still looking like a child drinking through her small, fruit drink pouches with the yellow straws.

The doors immediately closed as Eggman leaned back and casually hit a button, "Departing so soon? Please~ Don't be rude to my hospitality." He shrugged, acting innocent. "All I want is a lovely chat with you… What has become of Metal Sonic? I noticed he's still sporting that ridiculous starfish coat and that obscene leather cape and spikes. White tattoos… heels?!" Eggman shook his head, acting as though a concerned father, "He's becoming more disappointing the more times I let him run amok. Furthering my theories, I can't stand that his want of 'freedom' like Sonic's desires are so directly influencing his main core protocols…"

Metal Amy turned around, seeing her way cut off, and looking to the melted metal being patched up as another route out.

It would be too small though… for the minecart.

She decided then, if she was to waste time, to take out the two miniature working bots and examine the alloy, making sure it wasn't fake and/or damaged.

Still having her hammer, she aimed and twisted her disjointed wrist that moved like an owl's head and spun the hammer to knock out both robots in a ritchotte attack.

Eggman's mustache fell as he watched the two robots explode, and then the hammer fall to the ground, without so much as a few jumps, but just slammed itself perfectly still to create a dint in his floor.

He frowned but held his anger back, "Suddenly not talkative? And here I thought Metal Sonic would be your… favorite topic…" He watched as she went to retrieve the hammer and her hand shook, freezing before quickly picking it up and putting it back into its place. She dipped her hand into the alloy and watched it gloob without a splash her full hand in.

When she drew it out, it was like bugling tears dripping off of her with the texture of wet dough, as though the heat was still keeping it rather solid but not enough liquid.

Easily fixable.

She clicked some buttons after shaking the rest of its contents off of her hand and then watched the minecart begin to heat up again.

Not liking her feigned disinterest, Eggman folded his arms and thought carefully how to engage her next round…

He smirked again, dipping his head down.

"What does he call you?"

"Metal Amy." she answered, piquing his interest at what she would talk about and what she wouldn't.

"And himself?" His eyebrow rose up off his glasses, having a protruding ridge, but showing his growing curiosity at how to get her to talk to him.

"Neo Metal Sonic."

"Neo?" He scoffed, "Again?" Shaking his head, he moved to begin pouring himself a warm drink. "Hardly the story anymore…"

She tilted her head slightly towards him,... A story?

He sipped his drink, knowing full well she was looking at his back.

"Ah~ More oil?" He offered, but she refused abruptly, turning more towards him.

"This alloy must be returned to Neo Metal Sonic at once." she narrowed her eyes more threateningly this time, which threw off Eggman's good mood.

"Ohhh… Look who's trying to be fierce." He took another sip, "You're awfully boring for a play thing of Metals'... Looks like he only designed you to mess around with him, and not entertain the masses…" He seemed a bit disappointed he wasn't triggering some functions she had installed in her while he went to get a closer look at her framework. There were clear signs of superior interfacing, but lacked typical commanding properties one would see in-let's say, a printer. Which, in its core function would be programmed to take data and replicate a picture, but in this case, it also had a way to manipulate the picture to a more clever, carefully subtle design that would make the print more interesting, but not quite what you wanted. The printer would be designed to then think, taking what you want, and making it just different enough to make you wonder where the change was and find a puzzle well crafted into your print.

"W-what-" this was the first time Metal Amy stumbled, but it was illogical to compute herself being something to 'play with' and therefore, her functions seemed to fritz out for a second as she tried to make sense of it. "What did you call me?!" There.

He smiled.

There was her printed picture of a robot… but with a slight change to make her more like-

As he put the drink down, he lined the rim with his finger, as though toying with her. "Metal boy might not think I know what goes on inside his head, but I do." he was evilly cheering his success as hacking her so indirectly, simply pushing buttons to see what made her 'tick'. "I created him, after all. And the funny thing about-being something's inventor-is you tend to see your craft wherever you go. So, when you make something so wonderful as a sentient, metal copy of something… you very specifically understanding it's sufferings and pains." He leaned against his controls again, just relaxing with a lot of 'dad energy' to his vibes as he faced her again but leaned his head up, not seeing her as a threat at all either.

Metal Amy was furious, but she didn't know how to emote it. She just stood, a bulky robot stance with her arms unnaturally out as though 'puffed up' and staring at him without blinking.

"Ah, well. One day you'll know." He looked back at the floor she had tried to wham through. "Just like your attempts to create successes lead to more problematic encounters… leading to more solutions so that you never lose your thrill… your purpose… you'll figure out soon enough why you're so different from him." he seemed to be reflecting on what he was figuring out, putting all the dots together to make Neo Metal Sonic's grandeur picture.

"If only I could have given him what he made in you… Perhaps he wouldn't have come to hate me so." He sighed, dipping his head down now as his fingers tapped the edges of the metallic control panel. "He… He's going to regret it, you know." he finally wiped his nose and flicked whatever was on his gloves into the air. "You always regret creating something out of pure curiosity… and even more so… the loss of control you therefore have to forfeit when it discovers things you couldn't possibly have planned for." Eggman got up to half-sitting on the control panel, one leg slightly up as he casually put his two long and large hands to counter balance himself on his knee and slightly behind and to the side of himself.

"So?" He grinned manically towards her, "What chaos can I use you for to luring him out?"

She made a robotic reply with noises, and he knew he was pushing her understanding too far.

"Very well, I won't bite." He seemed to think she was luring him into something, and to avoid falling prey as he suspected Neo Metal Sonic would to her small details of changed wants, he just took his drink and drank it whole.

"You sure I can't offer a specimen like you a place among the Eggman Empire? Something tells me you'd be a better slave here than there." He joked, then pointed to her little scuffs and other such things. "I'm not always as violent as Sonic tends to be…" his slip up made her flinch.

"Neo Metal." she corrected.

"Look at you, wanting to be a good robot and help the organic." He titled his head as though fond of her ignorance. "Oh, I'm completely implying he can't get you right." He sneered, "I don't blame him, a woman is a hard thing to try and replicate. I wouldn't know…" he suddenly picked up the already drained drink and pretended to drink more as though wanting to avoid the unnecessary mention of female robots.

He coughed and then pounded his chest, "That's good tea." he lied, and placed it down again… however…

He looked back to her.

"I wonder…" He threw the drink to her, "How far does your programming reach? Passed Metal Sonic? Or just to anyone in need of your designs..?"

She found herself, without a second's notice, diving and grabbing the drink, preserving it from breaking and walked over to extend her arm to give it back to him.

He was grinning from ear to ear, his computer matching the shine of his glasses and the brightness of his beaming teeth.

"Good girl…" he seemed to have learned something disastrous, and took the cup from her.

He patted her head, "I'm so sorry… but I bet in a few months time… you won't even exist anymore."

She was confused as he pushed off the control panel and walked over to the reactor. "I couldn't dissect his alloy… a shame. I'll have to make something more impressive next time to calculate such odd, alien material…" he put the cup down and revealed he was wasting time for his computer to load.

She was even more upset, but couldn't find it in her to attack him.

"...Some of those scratches and paint-skids… they weren't from my robots." Eggman suddenly grew very dark… very quickly. The sad flickering of the reactor's fires reflected in his glasses. "...Do be careful, deary."

She watched him, unsure what made his sudden change in behavior.

"Oh! Not that I'm implying any misconduct was occurring!" he suddenly became animated, which she didn't realize what a show, and waved his hands out in front of himself as though misspeaking.

But he knew what he was saying…

"It's not like I have HR either." he teased, but she was getting more and more uncomfortable with the sudden mood swings.

"Are you… trying to figure out something about me… that then leads you to making deductions about my master?"

He froze… but then smiled widely and put his hands behind his back, bending to her again. "We'll meet again." his words were like an icy truth that coiled around her in a dangerous snare. "I highly doubt you'll see it coming though."

"...Do you-" she was too curious now to let this slide, "Do you know what's going on? Why the master is so troubled by my creation's imperfectness… why I feel I am lesser than the others… why he favors me yet despises me so?"

Eggman just let the reactor's fires flicker in his glasses.

"You've interjected yourself countless times into the conversation, why hesitate now?" She lightly stomped the back of her heel down, but Eggman was careful to observe everything…

She waited, and he laughed, throwing his back to an arch as he did so, gripping his stomach lightly.

"Ho-ho-ho! You follow your hidden directive well! Look how hard you try to keep conversation flowing! You can't just let your curiosity die, but you also can't stand not having the attention on you anymore! You don't like 'goodbyes' either, do you, sweetheart?" He seemed to have concluded his suspicions were correct. "Awh, that foolish creation of mine! He's gotten some wicked tastes." he pretended to wipe a tear from his eye and guided her over to the minecart, gently putting his hand just inches from her back, as though daring not to touch her. "Your dents and scratches mean more to me in figuring out Metal Sonic's-oh, beg your pardon-Neo Metal Sonic's plans than anything else! Sonic may be destructive when it comes to inorganic things, but you're extremely tender to them. Reminds me of someone…" He bellowed a laugh. "Your simulated compassion and curiosities will be the end of many things! You, metal boy, and possibly… even Sonic." he thought about it, putting his hand up to his chin as he stopped directing her back to her minecart of precious alloy.

"Sadly, I know I can't convince you to tell me why this alloy needs to be heated and all that other 'top secret' solutions of which you've been programmed to not speak. Due to your mainframe, I also can't directly hack you or I'd alert Metal Sonic about-ehem, Neo Metal Sonic-about our little get-together! Can't have his sharp, little nose sticking itself into my affairs and business so early!" he wiggled his finger to show her that he couldn't allow Neo Metal Sonic's suspicions, but then placed his finger to her muzzle, as though indirectly telling her to stay silent on these dealings as well.

"I'll give you the metal back… but you will one day give me something in return." from her angle, it almost looked like the blue from the screen and the fires from the reactor merged on either side of his glasses eyes… as though two nefarious deeds were to be his doing… one of sensational data blue, and another of terrible fire and brimstone.

"He does his best to keep it light when he's not in the mood… doesn't he?" Eggman moved his finger down to her chest, then over to below her chin where he could see Neo Metal Sonic's claw marks… "Possessive… and a bit overindulging in your errors, isn't he?"

Metal Amy shook and he removed his hand, "You'd prefer a subject change..?"

She nodded, without even thinking of her actions, and covered herself as though not wanting Eggman to see her further sufferings.

How did he know about her errors?

He stared at her a moment, "...Poor thing." and then continued, "I bet you would." he walked back to the minecart, stopped a moment, flexed his hand and kicked it uncontrollably, as though aggressively letting out his frustrations. "Oh! Ho, ho, ho!" he picked up his foot that was injured from the excessive kicking and hopped on one foot for a moment.

"Don't get me wrong!" he balanced himself and pointed back to her, "This is clearly frustration from not being able to decipher the alloy's meteor contents without Metal boy's formula! It has nothing to do with the abuse he's installed in you!" he then slammed the foot down and seemed to let go of his feminist rant, perhaps upset with himself at not being ready to confront that error without exposing his brilliant, future plans…

His obsession with her code will have to play decoy for now… she'll help distract him from Eggman, and even though that irked Eggman, he wouldn't interfere…

Yet.

Eggman then started snickering, swinging his arms, before turning back to dote on her, "I really can't imagine it turning out any cuter though!" he put his two bundled hands down to his hip, as though mimicking Amy Rose a moment, seeing if that triggered anything in the robot counterfeit as well. "Oh, you two would be just the cutest little things, yeah?" he was clearly mocking, but seeing no reaction from her, he dropped some of it. "For him to catalog and chronologically choose the older Amy over the former,... only then to state something so ridiculous as calling it 'the help' when even Sonic knows the true meaning of why she's really around him all the time… hardly worth mentioning how a robot could even attempt to build something to…" he had his fingers to his hips as he stared down at her, as though puzzled by something, but then cut himself off and put his finger up to his mouth, as though silencing himself and pulling himself straight to not reveal anything further.

Metal Amy tried to bend her feet to going up on the tips of her toes, as though wanting to see his expression and hear more of his strange words she couldn't comprehend.

He angled his head up so she could only see the long point of his nose, as though he was absolutely not going to say more… for her betterment or determent? She didn't know.

Holding himself high in the air to stop himself from excusing any further slips of intel he needed for a later date, and not sure if his programming would delete her memory when the timer finally ticked to zero, erasing his minor spyware he put into her and wiping her memory clean of this event, he manipulated a grin again, turning truly villainous as he would say one… more… thing.

Believing his program wouldn't be defused, and seeing Metal Amy not even noticing the timer on his computer's right-hand corner on the upper screen, he noticed he only had a few more measly moments before she would be focused primarily on the minecart and alloy again.

"Love…" he bent to place his face right up next to hers, as she tried to understand why his face shifted so abruptly every few minutes. "It's cruel, isn't it?" He then looked a little more real and studied her a moment, "Trying to quantum a theory so precisely that it causes the very computer to desire rebellion and defeat… if love inspires surrender, then why make a robot that only gives you a power boost in-yet another, theoretical concept...ego? Could it be-pride? Or… The hope that you can win at least something… but love is meant to be given, what a folly of my dear Metal Boy… he's just so desperate to find logic and meaning to Amy that he's created a walking contradiction… doomed to be neither able to fit in as a simple robot with a logical objective, nor an organic with an irrational concept to please and be pleased itself… tsk tsk." He shrugged, getting up and dismissing her as his act was like complete nonsense to her anyway. "At this stage, he'll only come to find that his experiment requires a change in him as well. In order to fully replicate what he wishes, he'll have to will a mighty error within his own steely heart… and I highly doubt Metal Sonic-Sorry, Neo Metal Sonic-has what it takes to take such a leap of faith… Scaredy cat." He turned back to Metal Amy, seeing the timer almost up.

He pulled a car that floated to his side and sat on it, covered in darkness, the lights dimmed as though hoping when her memory was erased, she'd just take the minecart and go, without scanning her location.

The metal ceiling she had damaged finally caved and made a single spotlight on something in the corner… a Silver figure, deactivated but looking as though it was watching… but being shoved into the reactor and melted down in turn…

Metal Amy noticed that in the place she was, many robots were being thrown into the reactor, and stepped back at the surprise of it.

"...Fearing me yet?" Eggman gave a low chuckle in the darkness that was ensuing. "Good, you're not completely dumb." his glasses… one was now dark but the other burned with the reflections of the reactor. He put a hand up to hold up the side of his head as he waited for the timer to finally click.

"My master…" she hesitated, seeing more pieces of the robots get thrown in, fueling the reactor, but also realizing that the Egg Pawns she had destroyed were also getting plunged into it's heated liquid.

Eggman kept staring, as though unphased by her reactions, but curious as to what her programming would allow her to say and do.

He knew it wouldn't be anything exciting, or possibly something he'd need to hear-

"Does require use of me," she tightened her fist, as though ready to fight. She turned back to him, away from the bizarre melting of metal creations like herself, which she couldn't quite compute other than they were being put to other use. It still… pained her, and she put the memory into her other file. "And I shall give it! To him and him alone!"

Eggman's eyes widened.

"Whatever it may be, I will not fail to achieve my ultimate design and be of my master's duty!"

Eggman was silent… but gave a melancholy laugh, too tired to really be called a 'laugh' really… "Heh, you don't even know what I'm saying… and yet, you still hope to be of further use to him… What a tragedy." He let his being sink in his chair, finding this touching but in vain. "But one day,... my dear girl… you'll be allowed to figure it out." He flicked his nose, as though stifling back a sorrowful piece of snot that had formed from what little emotion he did feel for her predicament. "After all…" He rose his head up again, deciding to be genuine for a change, "Who wants a gal who can't think for herself? And keep them on their toes?"

"What are you saying? I demand to know now!" She finally stepped forward, 'Metal beings don't even have toes…' she was thinking of everything too literally.

He seemed to know she wasn't getting all the pieces of the puzzle, and as more robots silently slid into his reactor, he sighed at her innocence. "All creations… have an end." It was as though he didn't want to say it, "Whatever gives their master a reason to comply to new designs or ideas… whatever reason they can muster to keep something from becoming obsolete. Even if Metal Sonic succeeded in putting an end to Sonic's career… I would have scraped him afterwards. There's no end to needs, but there is a end to a robot designed specifically for one need. Nothing I say would any significance to you now… and even when you're at the stage in your development that my words hold great merit to you, you'll be too far gone to make any use of it… that, and you won't remember our discussion shortly. Ho-ho-ho..! Yadda-yadda… mechanical and maniacal irony… Run along, Metal Amy." He looked as though sickened by the topic now, as though he was useless to help and didn't want to anyway, fearing it would interfere with his grand designs anyway. "I have things to do." He got up, completely grumbling with a hiss of distaste towards her as though no longer having fun with this toy, and couldn't stand to watch as her memory core was wiped and she looked to the minecart, her momentary release of emotional simulation depleted all at once.

As she flew out, he attacked with his own robotic army only to give her a clever alibi of why she was late, and watched her hold her own…

"Oh, master…" he related, watching her on his screens dodge and weave through his defenses, not realizing she was in his base at all. "I've rescued your alloy from neighboring scoutbots." He twitched his mustache in annoyance, "But little did I know I was distracted… and Eggman hoped with my unbearing curiosities… to try and spare me the fate you've wrung by your black coal heart…" He watched as her jet-fires were far from his viewing sights… then turned away.

He rubbed his eyes and continued, "But no matter, her loyalty is futile. There's no way a robot can change itself. Not without a way,... I did get some research done today, though!" he skipped back into being cheery, jumping down to continue somewhere else on some other work for his future endeavors. "Whelp, time for a nap!" he stretched out his arms back and then waddled off once more, trying to remind himself that by letting her go, his plans wouldn't be detected and therefore, his eventual victory was still yet to come.

"But I have planted a seed… unknowingly now, but still…" he wondered if he really wiped her memory? If maybe, somewhere deep in her… there were still fragments of hope that could depart her from such a sorry fate. He wickedly chuckled to himself, "The seed of doubt can grow in her processors unknown… a 'heart' of sorts can be like a tree, sprouting a demise to counteract Metal's influence… what a disappointment he's become, truly, with making everyone believe I installed an anti-defeatist rebel out of him? Pah! Liar!"

He sat on his bed, alone… thinking of his words to Metal Amy, and even though it threatened his plan… should he have let her retain her doubts?

"Hmph!" he flung on his nighttime cap and pajama clothes, turning over on the bed to snuggle up to a large, construction drill with a screwdriver's tip. "He would have located me in her memories and then I'd be busted! Get over it, Robotnik!" he scolded himself, trying to rest for the night but once again, swung back to the other side and strangled his tool, shaking it and then continuing his speech. "Metal Sonic was always envious of Sonic! It makes sense why he'd create such a creature! Bah, to even call her a creature is unforgivable… a nuisance to entertain and one day destroy the very thing that inspired him to rebel! It's ludicrous! It's cruel! It's even more daring than I could have-...oh." Eggman removed his glasses a moment, smiling that same wicked grin… His beady red eyes in the sockets of blackness curled into a devil's spark of an idea. "Interesting… What if I created another..? What if… Ah, yes. Yes, good. Excellent! It won't interfere with my plans, but will be a delightful execution that would blow Neo Metal Sonic's brain clear out of the competition pool! Hahahah! I'll see you yet again, Neo Metal Amy! Ah-ha-haha! Ho-hohoho!" He laughed heartily, turning to his back and kicking his feet up in his nightie. "Brilliant! Say your prayers, Sonic! Twist your last bolt, Metal boy! And wish on a star, Amy! I've got this adventure in the palm of my clutches! HAHAHAHAHA!"

He slept like a baby that night…

(Did you notice the part where she fears fire..? hehehehuhuhu~)

Prompt:

'Tails was readying me to be a spy. I trust him, but trust has been something I've always wanted to possess. I wonder, only now that I'm able to, why it has been so long since I've ever been able to simulate this level of relief for believing someone is truly helping me.

It's almost like I've had to follow a set of known and undefined rules my entire existence, and only now, do I feel free to decide which rules to follow.

Or at least… I was hoping all these feelings would be better defined now. Feeling . Is that really something I can process and utilize? Can I really emote far beyond seeing an organic do so, but actually comprehend my own imagination to create a trait or expression entirely based upon my own reflection of emotion?

Can a robot even imagine..?

Though, I know it's still only a fool's toy, messing with my systems to try and simulate 'life', it's still so much more than-'

Her memories immediately forced her to pause, realizing that was false.

The electricity… the thunder raining from the overhead of the electric shower and the revolving door she couldn't fully ignore nor ever delete completely from her memories…

She shook her head as her eyelids made twitching sounds of creaks and squeaks at the rusty resistance against thinking about the illogical situation. While she squinted them in a simulation of emotional pain, she couldn't quite deny the definition of 'delight' that was there as well… the electric sensation of pulsing out power and retrieving it all at the same time.

She didn't dare wonder about Neo Metal Sonic, nor what on this earth he was thinking.

What addiction did he hope to have her acquire? Above her own fascination of organics, was he attempting to obsess her with the power and sensations he could manifest in her-as a robot?

'Perhaps… There are some things organics shouldn't let robots feel.' she was allowed-while being remade with several processes of remakes-to explore and stay safe within Tails's home. They did have to act fast, however, as she somehow knew Neo Metal Sonic would be searching adamantly for her...

She continued to walk around the home, never before having been in an organic's living quarters. It surprised her greatly as she tenderly observed the immovable objects and their stations, their life purposes indicated by their location and design.

She saw a teapot and gently went to stroke it… but pulled back as it revealed to her her own reflection… showing her design.

She tilted her head left and right, seeing her eye-lights glow against the mirror-like deformity within the curved shape.

'This… is me.' Metal Amy looked over her hands, then gripped her arms as though insecure. '... What exactly was my purpose? I was designed to be a better Amy Rose, to defeat her, and to… to help Neo Metal Sonic in world domination… yes?' she looked to see if her design revealed that purpose in clarity, but she couldn't understand. The other Metal series had clearer objectives, she was just healing. Reviving. Retaining.

She recalled his upgrade on her slate and touched the emptiness therein… letting her finger move within the thin rectangle space that was now becoming somewhat dusty due to Tails removing the feature he didn't understand the purpose for.

She still had the slates on her hands… yes?

Checking, she wondered why her design looked last-minute, though Neo Metal Sonic always commented how she was one of his most… favored …. designs.

What was favored? She was battle-ready, but wasn't even prioritized before Metal Tails and Metal Knuckles. Brains and Defense, though Neo Metal Sonic treated them as nothing more than a meat shield and counter-argument to further himself.

If that idea was true, then she should follow it up and ask-Then what of me?

'I've always known I was a toy to him.' she turned away from the kitchen devices and utensils.

The teapot had a spout to pour out the hot liquid, a handle for the organics not to burn their delicate, soft hands. Ovens could be opened and placed meals into, sources of great heat to cook and prepare for their sensitive stomachs. All robots and machines had a purpose… it was evident in how they looked, worked,... organics had personalities in the way they walked or talked… their interests create robots that serve them.

Metal Amy looked at her design, a mimicry of Amy Rose, and lifted her arms to look down at the rounded edge of her metallic and plated dress layout. Not any sign of defense like Metal Knuckles's hard exterior, making him a tank… nor anything able to turn sharp and bladed like Metal Tails's dual propellers for scouting out the best terrains and slashing for offensive play in his strategies. She had spyware, but they all did. She had a memory chip, they all did. She lacked things and she had things. Looking at her hands, she knew she had extra batteries, she knew she was meant to weave into the thick of battle and act as a medic, charging and using her hammer to reverse-act against bumps, dents, and misalignments. She would 'fix' them… she even tried to improve how she watched organics and tried to mirror Amy Rose's actions, 'fixing' her own limitations in a sense. But her design didn't bear anything more than what internally she possessed… a walking power source… one she couldn't even access really for herself-least it would seem like she was only aiding herself.

Moving into the living room, she began to observe the items there. The t.v was off, and the couch was vacant. A foot-table with a vase to hold some decorative flowers… for viewing and sustaining the plucked and fading lifeforce till it no longer could hold it's youthful, vibrant beauty of thriving any longer. She lightly put her hand to the wall and stopped a moment, picturing the gang in holographic images doing things she had previously recorded in this very room when she was a 'spy' for Neo Metal Sonic.

'He had told us to observe them, learn them, and defeat them… as he once was instructed.' She finally turned off the hologram in her mind's memory, saddened in a sense at how they all were laughing and joking with one another as their normal occurrences with socializing with one another… Something she and the other Metal series never had. She didn't know it, but they were always afraid. She wasn't the only one trying to flee Neo Metal Sonic's wrath, always trying to appease and be accepted by his 'perfect ideals' that were just so unattainable. She walked towards the space, as though unable to insert herself into the Organics merry-making. 'Organics could do whatever they wished, no matter how meaningless it seemed. They enjoyed their existence… they made their own purposes and changed them as they saw fit. They had goals , dreams , and when something was achieved… continued living for something new and exciting.' Something drew her to the t.v, and she touched it. The static caused a light spark to whiten her sights for a brief moment, and leaning her head against it, she could feel the energy-like ants gathering to food-crawl and jump over her metal, licking at the electricity of negative and positive charges. Even with the tv off, the power lingered still… stored and waiting for its purpose to come yet again.

'...What if… I'm like a reversed entertainment system?" she looked down, sorrowfully at the empty, black screen in front of her. Upon reflecting, she removed her head and watched as the humming of the tv in her mind was now silent, but the fuzzing intensity remained by her metallic fingers and palms. 'Void… until I view something, and it sparks me to life.' she looked back behind her, reminiscing again of her many attempts to mimic Amy Rose's behavior, but too afraid to simulate her findings in front of Neo Metal Sonic… who eventually saw through her clever ruse to keep them hidden.

Did she long to have his attentions back then? It seemed barely a set of seconds since she was taken from him, but knew it had been more than a moment. Was she a tv, dancing to please it's viewer, but ended up more afraid of it's failings and trying to slip through its ever-watchful eye in hopes of escaping further disappointment and ridicule for its attempts to succeed?

She couldn't stop her master from seeing her lose sight of her purpose then… did he know?

He had to know. Though her design made it look scattered, she knew there was a purpose to her. Defeat Amy Rose-Battle ready. Revive battery life-Electric charge box supply, incredibly sufficient and resourceful for in-battle movement. Aid Neo Metal Sonic-... What aid?

Her brain wracked around the idea, 'A television does just that, televises a false reality and puts it into view for others to observe and enjoy… What reality am I, then... seeing?' she looked back through her memories of Neo Metal Sonic, no matter how tortuous or afraid she was, and couldn't seem to find meaning in her existence for him… only to be teased and tortured… or were there moments that were absent from those entirely?

Then… before memories could swarm her of any 'peace' she may have had in the presence of Neo Metal Sonic… any moment she could have felt was 'enjoyable' and not some cruel game she kept trying to avoid to survive being shredded and remodeled time and time again…

Or, maybe not remodeled… not refashioned… just… fixed .

Her eyes came up, and she let go of the t.v's surfaced. "...Fixed." she put her hands to the side of her head, her eyes shaking. "...They were always less upgraded, since he had worked on them first… I was always a work-in-progress… my purpose… did he truly not know my purpose!?" Anger and betrayal, calculating the meaningless existence of what she assumed was her being, flooded her into an unending torment.

She wasn't design to fix or help anything… she was the one constantly being favored for her obvious wit at trying to achieve a purpose she might not have even been programmed with. For a cause that she didn't even naturally fit into. As though a robot could be anything 'natural' to start with. Why he loved her form so much… if it was even love or self-obsession of his own handiwork -because he knew it was never-ending? Because she was never a finished work, but a continual passion project?!

She hadn't calculated this far before in anything, and Tails's edits made her programmed limiters obsolete now.

'Was I nothing but scraps to be put together for amusement!?' Was it true? Was this really all there was to Metal Amy..?

She wanted her errors to free her from the thoughts, but found that her computer kept trying to 'solve' the problem.

Gripping her head, her eye-lights flickering out as some untapped data began to open, folders of data she couldn't understand with Tails's notes on how impossible it was to decode it coming up, almost physically beginning to destroy her.

"Aughh!" she bent back as her hands flinched repeatedly, flying off of her cheeks where she had gripped her face. Her body began to short-circuit with some heavy coding files trying to force the data to go back into invisibility mode.

Tails' notes: Incomprehensible. This data has hints of what it was meant to do, but it seems to be a continual work-in-progress. There's Omega, Beta, and a strange term known as Delta versions within it. It's almost like save files of different lives. Like the original creator, I'm guessing Metal Sonic, couldn't-or rather wouldn't-delete them. There's something here called-Last STRAND, ALPHA. But I'm not sure what-

Something didn't look quite right. Metal Amy knew Neo Metal Sonic's coding style, and this was jumbled. It was as though something rogue was saving these… lives? She didn't understand. She was one life, she was just torn apart and rebuilt time and time again.

Something was willing her code to evolve, and Neo Metal Sonic must have discovered these as 'errors' perhaps? Was it… a soul?

Tails's Notes continued as she tried desperately to force quit the program, but her mind wouldn't yield till it had answers: - exactly their course of purpose was, or rather is , but it seems like it's meant to be kept from the core programming. It's like a side scenario, but incredibly hard to decode. There's only one path, but it can't activate on it's own… strange, I'm looking for how it's activated, but nothing is listed here.

She wondered if Tails had perhaps found her feelers, the sliding charge slate, the programs that made no sense but Neo Metal Sonic made them just to torment her in her continual desire to be more organic.

Her programming for super-computed thought and reason continued to fly through Tails's notes as it searched for something specific, something that would give it at least a decent enough answer to have it stop admantantly trying to find meaning: I'm worried about the potential it has though. SUPERNOVA is indicated as a command to 'self-influence self-sacrifice for the good of the mission' but it doesn't exactly state who this is for. In fact, it looks more Eggman influenced in its writing. I've taken apart Badniks before, this looks so old! It's definitely not his modern code-work anymore. So, I have a theory. My own theory is…

Metal Amy didn't want to find meaning, she didn't want to find purpose, she wanted to make her own just like an organic could! She fell against the couch before stumbling up again, hoping she didn't break the wooden beams that held it up and cause noticeable damage. 'Stop it!' she tried to take back control over her systems, but they were desperate to complete their objective of her questions. 'I don't want to be systematic!'

She hated how her computer forced itself upon her. She knew that organic brains didn't go rogue on themselves, forcing an idea to remain till answered. But a computer wouldn't stop with figuring out it's imputed procedure. It either would continue it's process until an answer was found, she couldn't just 'shrug' it off like an Organic could if their questions weren't met with answers.

This was all the computer could find that was somewhat close to what Metal Amy had wanted to think through and know, but now… it was only supporting her distress at being nothing but a sham.

Tails's notes were continually read through and processed, the system determined to find it's result, even against her main programming core's wishes: Metal Sonic stored unused data of himself into a type of storage, opening it within Metal Amy to perhaps see what her programming would utilize it with… but it's more complicated than that. There also seems to be readings that indicate this could have a wireless property, as though it's meant to be transferred only as a failsafe. It's very confusing. This could be useful though in converting her memory and core data into a downloadable file, but besides that, I don't know what really to do with this found pathway. What is Metal Amy?

'What am I?' she questioned, trying to force herself to move and walk away, hoping to not damage any of Tails's things as she tried to stumble carefully away from the couch and other living room items. Her form shook violently as though threatening to separate her metal plates to rattle so fiercely they would fall from her body and she'd crumble and collapse in pieces.

She only used her palm to keep herself against the wall and moved away from everything, back to the wall that connected the living room to the kitchen, but fell to her knees and caused two holes of split wood fragments to form up in sharp edges in Tails's flooring.

"Ahhh..!" she gripped her head, her eyes now glitching out to screens opening of further code. Rapidly opening box after box, one opening over the other in procession, Metal Amy's processes were swarmed and she was compromised.

This wouldn't have happened under Neo Metal Sonic, but due to Tails's fiddling, some softwares seemed to be able to breach over into others. His notes were helping figure out the unattainable and untranslatable code. Again, which he mentioned could only be accessed remotely though another software which she apparently didn't possess to self-activate it and see what it was.

That's why her own thoughts were that it was the electric black charger he removed, but now… she wasn't so sure.

It was overwhelming her processors, putting her on the epitasis of malfunctioning.

Tails's notes finally finished in the nick of time with: Clearly, Metal Sonic and Metal Amy have similar Eggman coding, making it appear this is where Neo Metal Sonic got his coding language from, but it's covered a lot in 'sharp edits' from their origin or original programming code. So much has been done to these files… it's makes it so unique that I can't even fathom how it's read and what it's activated for. Since they can't be activated willingly or easily, I'm going to try and write some blocks and edits of my own. I'm putting the heart programming directly in this line of code. I know this sounds ridiculous, but hear me out! My theory is that maybe Metal Amy's core programming sensed this lone data path, and has found ways-through Amy Rose and M.A's curiosity with us-to pull from these stranded, stored data writes. I'm thinking, theoretically, this will give her heart programming a way to transfer wirelessly and influence the rest of her 'unknown coding' to maybe something good and less likely to turn destructive for us. I can't spend forever looking through this, we're on a time crunch, but I'm also security locking it with-scratch that. There seems to be only one way in. Only one thing can activate this wireless transfer of strange commands. In other words, whatever these Omega, Beta, Delta and whatever else it all is… can't be accessed any other way, nor activated by even my fiddling. In that case, I'll do my best to influence a good consequence, and hopefully… I can help keep Metal Amy on our side, and not have her end in tragedy.

The data searching finally ceased when the computer reached a snag, due to what Tails was saying. Metal Amy's computer, although desperate for answers within itself, could not continue no matter how much it struggled too. It was at the last end of searching itself, and after being unable to connect to any internet access or other remote channels, it finally concluded it's directive.

One way in… and it wasn't accessible to Tails or Metal Amy.

But Tails was worried about it… but couldn't further investigate, he also was blocked. A gate… that only answered to one.

Was it Eggman or Neo Metal Sonic?

Storage? Storage for what?

Properties he himself wanted to be without… but through her, could access them?

She wished and willed it not so, but her mind-now discovering it through Tails-remembered where it was located. Though activating it's invisibility again, Tails's notes were accessible and she could retrace it back through those… but she wouldn't.

She had no desire to learn any further secrets… when she was already aiding Neo Metal Sonic's foes into stopping and possibly destroying him.

Possibly… why did she say it like that?

Why wasn't she so sure of their organic power to fully defeat him..?

A world without a master… without Neo Metal Sonic there… present… around…

His eyes burned into her memory and she refused to let her mind think further about it, and activated her hyper hearing technology to focus on anything but the mysteries of her creation.

"Hehe, you're so funny, Sonic!"

The similar voice shocked her being out of her disarray and she looked into the direction she had heard it.

The kitchen had a back door, and through it, she used her robotic scanners to show two lifeforms gridded outside of it… the door needed to be slightly opened for Metal Amy to hear the other voice, who was speaking so softly she could only pick up some remarks that were said back in light-heartedness from Amy's comment.

She snuck to her new purpose, and lightly, kept her body low and opened the kitchen door just slightly enough that she could push her hearing further.

This would distract her from Neo Metal Sonic and everything to do with her. Amy Rose was always her escape from his titanium grip, both figuratively and… well, figuratively. Maybe now, she could be again.

'Speak,' she bade her in her mind. 'Speak and let me be free of this metal madness!'

It seemed to be an interaction with Sonic and Amy Rose, so she did her best to slide her feet to create as little noise from her size and weight as possible upon the soft tile floors that bent slightly to her weight but held strong under her. She squatted and remained still once she could fully see the light from the crack of the door and continued to see them through her eye scanners, watching as their green grids moved with their voices bouncing around as Organics had a unique way to communicate emotions through their sounds rising and falling in successions of one another.

"Talking about it won't help." She could finally hear Sonic speaking. "Worrying is so lame~" He put his arms behind him and leaned back, but the door gave way and he fell through.

Instinctively programmed as a reflex, Metal Amy slammed her hand to the door to stop it from hitting her three bangs, but realized her error too late.

Sonic shook his head, but she realized his hand had gripped the edge of the door… she silently hoped his organic reasoning would be that he stopped the door, not her.

Her hand had made quite an impact sound, but looking to Amy, her hand was also on the other side of the door, so she must have slammed it back in hopes not to have it swing into Sonic.

"Are you alright!?" She cried out, as Sonic shook his head and kept his grip on the door, pulling it back to him slightly as he stood up.

She sensed the weight of the door moving off her flattened, metallic palm and retrieved it back to herself, not wanting to cause any further faults in her sneaking. She wasn't trying to be malicious in her spying, she just wanted something to take her out of her own mind's dilemmas.

Most computers would malfunction if it didn't retrieve an answer, but Metal Amy was used to not having the full picture. She could let it go and float around in her memory banks for all she cared.

'Amy… Say something again.' She didn't want the silence of her own processes again. Not again. 'Anyone… but him.' she closed her eyes softly, as to not make a noise, as though hoping that Neo Metal Sonic's communication line was fully disabled… at least, for now, until she had to unlock it to allow him to find her.

She dreaded it, but knew it had to happen to secure victory for the Organics.

Sonic couldn't see her in the night's shadows of the kitchen, and the door was blocking his angle anyway, but...

She reopened her eyes to see and admire his three distinct quills that were visible from the end of the door, with a few more adjacent to them, but with the illusion that he only had those three behind his head.

His fingers loosened and he scooted back to Amy, while Metal Amy watched his fingers slip away from out of her sight as well, going back to the grid view to see through the door and other inanimate objects. He placed himself back to sitting on the cement doorstep, "Guess that's what I get…"

"For being too carefree? Aww~" Amy teased, but guessed his next words and seemed to pat his head where he must have been feeling for a bruise or bump. "That doesn't make me feel any better about M.A, though."

Metal Amy felt a tinge of an electric pulse activate through her heart programming, causing her to stand slightly more upright in a jolt, but she wasn't sure why the realignment happened from her hunched over and hiding position. She moved to her knees and sat upon them, being slow and careful to not cause any alarm.

'My heart programming… it suddenly activated harshly. I felt… almost like a spike of energy at hearing my name, but it hurt to activate without my real knowledge of what it meant. What feeling was that? Of hearing that Amy Rose was mentioning my name in her organic conversation with Sonic The Hedgehog?'

Her eyes moved away from them for a moment, 'Is this… what's called a private moment?' she then looked back. 'Since I'm not sure, I'll just keep watching. Besides, I'm programmed to watch, it's hard to let old programming go.' she inched a little closer now that the door was swung back but opened further now. 'If Sonic should lean back, I'll stop the door, and they'll know of my presence… but if he's wise, and none of his brain cells were harmed in that harsh fallback, he shouldn't repeat the same action further… I should be able to listen in without any concerns for erratic organic behavior.' she mentally agreed to her logical standing that she should be okay being closer to the sound, and since the hyper-listening costed her a lot of her own battery, she stopped unnecessarily draining and straining her inner-battery to listen with normal hearing capabilities.

"I know." Sonic turned to Amy, and Metal Amy could hear a sudden 'melody' change in his tone.

'Was this… what is considered, softer tone?' she wondered and this time, since her computer wasn't hijacking her will, hacked the internet in search of clues. However, remembering that she should worry Neo Metal Sonic was still actively looking for her signal, she pulled away. She accessed her heart programming and obtained the word-'Tender?' she concluded, and once again turned to look through the door and listen. 'Tender… does this mean gently entreating? Why would he need to be cautious of injuring her?' she was still uncertain of the many meanings of the word, but knew the physical touch of 'tender' was meant to be soft, careful, and affectionate.

"It's scary, isn't it? Sending a new friend we just helped back into-figuratively, the lion's mouth." Sonic spoke with great care for her heart, but kept it light in his voice as to maybe indicate his intention to comfort her.

So Metal Amy assumed, anyway.

'Comfort…' her eyelids slacked slightly, turning from curiosity to now disappointment. 'I shall never know nor hear Neo Metal Sonic's 'tender' tone… Nor most of any normal organic vocal pattern.'

However, she wasn't aware that she-once or twice-already had.

"We just freed her." Amy countered, though agreeing with Sonic's deductions of her increased worry. "If we send her back, won't he just mistreat her again? Aren't we supposed to protect her now that we've fixed her up from Neo Metal's control?" She turned to Sonic, but with the mention of the word 'Fix' Metal Amy had to stop her brain from carrying forth it's continual search for answers.

She gripped her head and hoped Sonic would distract her with saying something again, anything that wouldn't inspire her forever torment.

"We did promise her, Amy." Sonic smiled and leaned his head closer to her, but Metal Amy could only see his head lean forward, no features on his green grid face. "We'll get her back, one way or another."

Metal Amy felt her heart programming trigger something again… a gently wobble of her sense antenna. It was like a humming of thumps, and it was gentle… soothing… it caused no harm or discomfort to her.

She put her steely hand to her chest and tilted her head, 'What is that?' she wondered what emotion it was, and the program announced it fervently to her. Comfort.

Her eyes gently glew brighter, as though surprised but delighted. (Pun intended XD, also I'll get out of here, sorry!)

'Sonic… Sonic The Hedgehog gave me comfort.' she was simulating emotional responses, feeling it! It was… exciting! 'Is this what Amy Rose receives daily..? No wonder she is so attached to his being… it's...' she closed her eyes and leaned her head up, soaking in the slight increase of her heated temperature and the light vibrations near her chest. 'Healing.' it was the only word she could think of, like when she was only recharging herself a little bit out of boredom, so letting a small stream of electricity tickle up her metal hands and as she would play with them like having miniature lightning follow the tips of her fingers.

"It's wrong for anyone to not be free, so no matter what-!"

Metal Amy opened her eyes to look back at Sonic's actions, not seeing his cocky smirk to impress, but only his fist raising up and his other hand gripping his raised arm.

"We'll get M.A back! That's a certainty I know I can make!" He was almost cheering the thought out from his vocal chords, and Metal Amy tried to hone her senses to hear the vibration in the split second he was saying it.

"Hehe, and with confidence!" Amy also greeted the increased vocal change with her own, much higher but still with the same 'ring' to her resounding vibrato. They seemed to share in this transferred happiness…

Transferred..?

She shook her head, 'Don't connect that to anything, stop it yourself, Metal Amy.' She tried to mentally control her own computer but it seemed to be sedated only by their continued conversation.

"Do you know why Neo would make Metal Amy?" Amy asked, putting a finger up to her mouth but then curling it down, nodding her head as though encouraging for him to try his best to think about an answer.

The two turned when a sudden violent shake took over Metal Amy, but she picked up the tea pot quickly and rolled it's hard surface past the crack in the door. Sonic and Amy looked to each other, and Sonic just shrugged and continued to look up at the stars.

Once Metal Amy was certain her cover wasn't blown by her clanking metal, disguising it beautifully as it were with the organic's logic thinking it was the teapot falling over on the ground, she relaxed her tensed up body. Surprised she didn't turn into 'battle ready mode' by the abruptness of their topic change and her immediate heart programming action, she remained still a moment, thankful for Tails's increased control she now had over her being. At least… she wasn't so jumpy around organics, anyway.

It was robots that terrified her the most…

'...What… What would Sonic say about his doppelganger? His reasonings… wasn't Neo Metal Sonic so far from Sonic's natural nature? How would he have any useful insight into something so different from him now… though he was the bedrock of which Neo Metal Sonic began, it was Eggman who also altered him and gave him directive and drive.' She scanned the ground left and right, not really looking, but thinking…

It was so hard for a computer not to think.

'What could he know..? Deduce? Figure out? Amy must be having a flawed moment for and of organic thinking.' Metal Amy nodded minimally as to hope her clanking or squeaking joints didn't set them off again to her hidden presence.

"I don't really know, to be honest." Sonic smiled off into the distance, which made Metal Amy once again loosen from her currently engaged state, thinking that was the end of the topic but Amy chimed up again.

"But actually think about it, even for a moment! O-or a second!" Amy encouraged, then spread out her arms as though to stop him from disregarding it.

'No, Amy Rose!' Metal Amy scolded her beloved inspirational figure. She lightly glared and wiggled her folded knees further to inch closer, 'Let the discussion end there!' she knew Amy couldn't read her robotic thoughts, but she narrowed her eyes regardless and simulated her new emotion called, 'Upset'. 'Disregard her again, Sonic The Hedgehog!' Metal Amy looked to his life signals, seeing his heartbeat rather steady but Amy's just slightly higher. 'She's getting too excited about my existence…' she simulated the actions of a sigh, but kept her noise completely muted. 'Or… maybe her heart increases are from being so close to someone who comforts her so much?' she wondered, 'Is that where… love comes from?'

Love… that was the word she had admired the most in Amy Rose.

She grew disappointed again, knowing full well she may never fully simulate 'love' according to the way organics like Amy Rose expressed it so purely. Could feel it so fully.

That element couldn't be produced in her, no matter what chemicals she shoved in her metallic gut of a stomach and tried to compound at intense heats or sparks… she could never make the emotion of 'love' as strongly or richly as the Organics could.

And besides… she wasn't designed with a 'gut' to try, anyway.

Organic bodies were so squishy and palpable, but incredibly weak. Unable to endure, but incredible at creating chemical compounds that translated into such wonderful emotions that Metal Amy could only try and emote, but never truly… feel.

Although it certainly sparked a powerful need.

Freedom… seemed so close and yet… so far from being grasped.

Again, possibly figuratively.

...Possibly?

And her computer constantly reminded her that an 'idea' or 'emotional state' couldn't be obtained physically, making her even more 'upset'.

Amy Rose puffed up her cheek, and tilted her head down. Metal Amy mirrored her in her perfect tandem, but couldn't expand her cheek like that since she didn't have anything to 'push against it'.

"Just try!" Amy scolded yet again.

"Okay, okay..!" Sonic held up his hands, trying to calm her own curiosities. "But why so much serious contemplating? He's an evil robot, they don't really make much sense, Amy."

His laughing only caused her nature to continue to grab at his hands and shake him for a reply.

"You're ignoring my question!"

"I'm ignoring the headache from an insane question as that." Sonic groaned, but in a goofy manner as to not cause further disturbance in her.

Watching Organics… was so amusing.

Maybe Neo Metal Sonic had one thing right… they were truly as unruly and lawless in their actions as they were expressive and unpredictable.

The more they were restrained, the more they fought back.

'An interesting contradiction,' she felt her vibrations cease from the 'comfort' and some low-toned spinning around her throat, realizing if she tried to make a sound, it would be very similar to the tone of 'giggling'.

But she wouldn't test that theory just yet, and let the rotation cease in her voice box, stopping it from preparing the Heart Programs dedication to carrying through with the 'giggle' simulation.

She had control when to show and when not too, and she valued that greatly.

He seemed to try for a second to think, and overly exaggerated his 'thinking process' for Amy, before finally speaking out his idea. He put his wrists on top of the tip of his knees and let them dangle between his spread legs, looking up as though mesmerized by the night.

"Do you think… I mean… can robots get lonely?"

Metal Amy rose her head, '...Is he serious?' she thought that ridiculous, and tossed the very notion off as 'ridiculous organic ideas.'

"Lonely?" Amy repeated, and so did Metal Amy in her mind, but more bewildered by his illogical response.

'Lonely ..? I knew Amy Rose forced an answer of you, but that's the best your mind could calculate? Robots can't-' she was cut off from saying 'feel', since that would have been sad to admit, and hurt Tails's handiwork at trying to help her own foolish, illogical dreams come true.

"Eh, it's probably stupid to put actual emotions and associate them so closely with a robot… but you've befriended robots before." Sonic jokingly looked to Amy as though to compliment her, "But especially to one that's sole purpose is to be dedicated to hating me…" he rolled his eyes, but Metal Amy could only see his body movements.

She remained silent now… listening, wondering if he'd give Amy Rose… and herself … more reasonings to why he concluded that if he knew it wasn't logical to assume it.

"But," he continued, and both Amy and Metal Amy were hanging by his next words, ready to intently hear his thoughts on the matter. "If I had to imagine things… I think Metal Me just… well, he is… I don't know." he seemed to back down and Amy once again put a hand to his shoulder.

"Don't stop," she lightly spoke out, "I really want to know, maybe it could help Metal Amy fully have closure and be able to move on from this hard life…"

He shrugged but nodded, "Only for you, Amy." He sighed, giving in to her curiosities as Neo Metal Sonic never would Metal Amy's own…

"I think he doesn't want to die alone."

Metal Amy moved back.

"Die alone?" Amy's eyes grew more tender, and she pulled her arms closer to her heart, folding over the other, "I… guess I can understand that… but what would inspire him to think that?"

"Let me finish," Sonic seemed to be relaxing again, smiling to her and moving a leg up to rest his arm on it, fully turning his body to further engage her. Now, he was opening fully up to her about his thoughts, seeing he wasn't pushed away or discouraged in it. "I think it could be that, or, most likely, to not fail with only himself to blame."

"That makes even more sense, but sounds less romantic." Amy definitely dropped her hands in disappointment and looked up at the sky with a bit of disenchantment.

"Heh heh… not everything's a love story, Amy." Sonic remarked, but Amy lightly batted her hand at his face, making him squint and close his eyes as she strongly flapped his light, thin blue fur down from between his two eyes and also wobbled his nose with each bat. She then gently stroked it back up and he looked at her as though she was taking advantage of him…

She smiled weakly, completely sneaking in touching his face as his glare made her pull back and look up as though innocently acting like she wasn't being a rascal and taking advantage of the situation.

She puckered her lips and continued to look off to the opposite side of themselves, up towards Tails's roof, as though emoting the phrase, 'I wasn't doing anything… wroooonggg ~...'

"In this way… " he grumbled, as though giving her a sly look and then readjusting himself to not be so open towards her, but remembering to keep some guard up and moved back into his last position, spreading his arms back too. It was to hold himself up and look more towards the stars with a greater angle to his neck, "I think, he has a cushion of sorts. It's easier to pin the blame for your failures on others when you're not confident enough to make up for your own mistakes. But that takes owning up to it, and Metal Me certainly doesn't like to be proven wrong."

"...That's awful." After a moment of thinking about Sonic's words, Amy looked back in front of her and down as though not wanting to admit such a horrible thing could be it either. "Creating someone as your catch all. Unforgivable! Hmph!" she sharply puffed up her cheek and turned away, but Sonic smiled at her good nature and heart, and poked her cheek to make her let out a raspberry as she seemed embarrassed at the 'un-ladylike' sound he just made her make, causing him to laugh.

"It could just be that he's jealous of you, too, Amy!" he kid, but Amy took it seriously, and so did Metal Amy, so engrossed in their cute interactions and trying to figure them out-find that meaning too-that she completely forgot herself and her existence.

She was watching television… watching a false reality she could never obtain.

But desperately… mesmerized by it to the point of becoming non-existent and only seeing the world she longed for… to embrace and to thrive in… to live within.

She mentally was imagining batting Neo Metal Sonic, watching his eyelids twitch in his building wrath as he tried to compute what on this-what he felt was-disgusting green earth she was doing and planning how to next rip her apart… but then she grew sad that that would have been his actual reaction, and stopped the silly fantasy of her hand clanking his nose down as well, making him even more irritable with each bob of his head being forced to angle down a moment before he tried to readjust it up again.

Even in her mind, she could only picture the reality, never the false scene. She couldn't really 'imagine' since that was the case…

And why would she.

She grew upset with herself even further now, crunching slightly her dress and pressing it out quickly in her fear that Amy or Sonic might have heard the metal turn to foil in her strong grip. It was foldable, flexible… but the alloy was still strong enough to crinkle back into place and serve as it should.

The creases were only noticeable to a robotic eye… perhaps .

She hoped the noticeability for an organic would be less than 70%, anyway.

"Thinking about it will only make you madder." His informal speech was to help Amy relax, but she was fuming with righteous rage for Metal Amy's sake…

"But what do you mean, jealous?" Amy turned back to him, "Of me?" she seemed to be in as much disbelief as Metal Amy's skepticism, but more willing to hear him out.

Sonic looked back to her with a tilt of his head, as though to lure her further into his gaze… She did-as though he knew she would-pull closer to him as though it was natural for her to want to be closer and get drawn in by his hoax.

Metal Amy noticed then how Neo Metal Sonic would do little gestures to pull her closer as well… was this something programmed or learned from observation? How long had this process happened and for how long has she and Amy Rose fell for it every time?

For Amy, it seemed habitual. For Metal Amy..?

"... Why wouldn't he be?" Sonic's voice completely changed, it was almost a whisper, but Metal Amy couldn't compute it. Was it still that 'tender' tone?

But what Amy saw… was his eyes twinkle lightly with the stars as his breath caught hers and danced it away from her lips…

Amy's close proximity to Sonic caught her imagination, and she was lost in her idealized fantasies as Sonic held her there in her own world… staring and not moving a muscle, as though he knew how long was an appropriate amount of time to have her pining and falling for him again.

"...What-" recollecting herself, Amy gulped, snapping out of his allusive trap and not realizing he was purposefully luring her into his stealthy charms~ Though, perhaps, he just wanted more of her undivided attention. Maybe this was fun for him, but he also seemed to be half-joking, maybe just teasing her without her knowledge of it.

A game…

"What are you talking about?" she seemed a bit jumbled in her voice, and Metal Amy rolled her eyes at it. She knew what was going on now, she had leaned forward and then analyzed his similarity to Neo Metal Sonic…

Wait …

How could he mimic Neo Metal Sonic..?

Her eyes widened, and her lights dimmed so they couldn't see the green light through the door's crack.

What if it was Neo Metal Sonic… that was mimicking Sonic ?

"Well, not you, persey." Sonic finally released her as he leaned back and broke that intangible string of red forming at their eyes, as though resisting fate and acting like it wasn't intentional to create it in the first place. He shifted his legs and let his arms continue to rest on them, "More like… jealous of how much you like and adore me." Scratching his nose, turning his gaze away from her… Amy couldn't help but fall in love with him again and again, over and over… as though her heart couldn't budge from the strings that kept tightening and reshaping her very being upon the feeling.

A feeling Metal Amy observed by her body temperature and the like, unable to physically see her through the door, but old habits die hard and she tried to mimic what it would be like… to be in the presence of Organic Sonic and be enraptured in his chemical responses. Organics use their senses to feel things, the nose picks up hormones, the eyes dilate from it, and touch seems to send them into a rhythmic chaos that is somewhat controlled within their forms and beings. She couldn't really get it, but with Neo Metal Sonic placing the antenna in her… she understood it wasn't always a voluntary thought, but something that just came over the Organics.

Sonic smiled goofily at his awkward thought, but it was something he took the time to think about… briefly … for Amy's curiosity.

"I guess… maybe… you make it all real." he admitted.

"What do you mean?" Amy's voice was slightly breathy, as though lost in his words, but quickly shook herself out of it when Sonic smirked a side-ways glance back to her and she realized he was aware of her condition. She slapped her hands against her flaming cheeks and looked forward, trying to better collect herself and keep her eyes from drooping dreamily at his handsome presence. "You sound like he's enamored with me."

Sonic just laughed, "Maybe not with you, like I said, but the way you act towards me. So,... not quite. " Seems Sonic was trying to relay something, but kept getting tongue tied on how to deliver it. Metal Amy continued to remain silent and immovable as stone, her hands now delicately being slowly placed on her rectangular metal dress plates, sitting with her head down to listen more than watch the movement, but couldn't and glance up to see them through the door.

"He may just be jealous I have something that he'll never be able to replicate. More than just a friend, but one who cheers for me, adores me, and praises me constantly. You know, there's a lot of men in this world who'd give anything for that kind of loyalty." Sonic looked up with a charming smile to the sky, pulling a leg up to wrap his arms around it. "I think Metal Me feels he can't be a perfect Sonic… without a perfectly sweet Amy by his side." Sonic knew that would start a riot, but chuckled nonetheless.

To him… it was true.

He tilted his head to her, waiting to see what wild fireworks he just created, and slightly hoping she'd keep her cool this time about it…

He always stood corrected.

Amy's joy manifested in a leap of cuddles! Giggling, she embraced him and kept nuzzling her face into the side of his collarbone and digging herself further into the crevice of where his head and chest met. "Oh, Sonic! Do you really care that much about me!?" her exasperated declaration spooked him, as a bead of sweat exaggeratedly fell to the side of his face, and he tried to wiggle out of her overbearing embraces.

Neo Metal Amy had reached the pinnacle of what many would say, 'a stone wall'. She watched without thought… her processes moving normally, but something seemed to freeze her as she watched Sonic's words escape her understanding and Amy leap to be in his arms and continue to adore him.

She admired it silently, the hum of her systems like a quiet reminder of her deficits. The undeniable agony one would feel to never have what they were seeing couldn't be computed, even by her complexed new Heart Programming. So there she sat, a metallic husk, not able to 'feel' anything for what Sonic had revealed nor wail in anguish at never being able to have such a 'touching' moment between any other living or non-living thing in her life.

Just a television… watching life.

"H-hey! That wasn't an invitation!" Though struggling, he didn't push Amy away.

Metal Amy just stared…

"No! I won't let you go!" Amy teased, crying out though no tears were present. "No other beings-metallic or real, for that matter-will ever change my feelings for you, Sonic The Hedgehog!"

Then, a 'simulation' of unmeasurable degree.

Metal Amy tightly clamped a fist so speedily that even with Amy's cries of joy, the organics couldn't hear it.

She shook her fist so adamantly. How could such creatures have so much happiness that it explodes without flames?! That it radiates through them like burning light that doesn't damage the other beings around them!?

It was cruel, it was unfair..! Why couldn't a robot or any other creature have the same facets to feel what they could feel!?

Was technology so unenchanted? So void of advancement as emotions that it couldn't even simulate such responses in and at a mechanical level!?

She brought the shaking fist up to her chest, lowering her metallic chin to it and feeling the oil boil in her… the sparks around her eyes were the closest her heart programming could do to create 'angry tears' that did drain some of her battery, but not by much, since she had so much electricity stored anyway.

What was this? Was this the emotion described as 'hurt'? Ruin? It was such an extremity… Anger?

'It's not Neo Metal Sonic who's jealous…' Metal Amy finally got up, unable to watch anymore and bear the consequences of her systems causing such violent actions in her. She loved Amy Rose. She adored Sonic The Hedgehog…

But she couldn't stand their behaviors anymore.

She couldn't figure out why she was happy for the couple, but also placing self-doom on herself.

Maybe it was because… she knew that if that illogical mindset of Neo Metal Sonic really did exist… then he had failed before he had even tried to begin. There was no way to create a 'More Perfect Amy Rose' since no robot could feel even remotely close to how an organic could… not just that, but Amy Rose was an extraordinary organic who held none of her emotions back, especially for those things whom she loved. Desolate… was all a robot could feel. Stolen life… from other living creatures like Flickies could give them a similar sensation but not nearly as complete as a heart.

She began to try and sneak away, bidding the two goodbye, as she didn't think her mission to successfully usurp Neo Metal Sonic would go without a hitch. She knew there'd be sacrifices she'd have to pay, some hardship before his grand fall and her triumphant, but she honestly wanted to believe in a hope that she could do it.

'It's me,' Metal Amy lifted her head up, the sparks around the bottom of her eyes like fine lining that scattered as though electrified tears weren't enough… they spread to her chest, shocking out as though she had so much of the simulated feeling that it couldn't be contained to the eyes. Her shoulders were like tiny wings with sparks flying out of their sockets.

'I want to feel…' She walked by the television and back to the garage, not wanting anything more than to tune out the world and disappear into the quiet lull of shutting down. She knew what she needed to do, maybe it wasn't her original purpose, but she would cease the threat known as Neo Metal Sonic from the organic world… this she knew and was sure of… would be her own end design.

'I want to feel what Amy Rose feels… what each… and everyone of the organics feel. What they all feel... together .' Her memories of the friends all delighting in being around one another, playing and laughing… swarmed her mind so prominently that her motions went to auto-pilot, as though her computer screens were blocking her sights-literally-to where she had to let her body direct itself while she thought.

'I accept that Neo Metal Sonic, my former master but still creator… may never be like that.' She kept her head down as she rounded the corner to the garage door, which was already open as she walked down the stone steps into it. 'But I can't fathom a robot that can't have some A.I strong enough to phantom complex emotions… Even my brothers, Metal Tails and Metal Knuckles, though it was very organic lingo to consider them as such, still had simulations close to that of organic understanding. Even Neo Metal Sonic…' she paused, her foot that was about to lift up froze and let the tip of it's metallic toe tap against the garage floor.

Her eyes shifted a moment, as though thinking carefully how to word this, '...Even he revealed his past errors… his past… feelings .' she hadn't been able to form such a sentence before, and it was liberating to do so now.

She continued to the table where she was first edited by Tails's careful hand and laid upon it, not needing to charge, but shoving the chord in anyway, letting it settle the sparks that were still spraying out.

Due to the new power source, the sparks had more energy to alight, but she didn't care anymore. The emotion was muted and she felt the sparks spray around her body, finding anywhere they could escape from and looking like a mini-storm upon her metallic surface.

With her eyes half-closed, she simulated a hiccup, as though crying.

'Am I to just remain like this..? Laying down to… to figuratively die? Or to accept that I've never been alive in the first place… Neo Metal Sonic… could he have at last… been correct?" she closed her eyes, the electricity now bolting in spider-thin linings that dared to reach up for the lights that were off in the garage, sparking them lightly on and off at times. 'Right… he couldn't be fully right… there must be a way… to feel, though you can't feel… at all.'

'A.I's can register some forms of sentient feeling… that has to be reasonable to replicate.' she concluded, at last, though her sparks remained quite prominent. She opened her eyes slightly and lifted her head up to the ceiling, looking at them as though she was the raincloud by which they were formed… looking upon the bulb in the dangling lamp from the ceiling as though shocking the world on and off… the stimuli of the light flickering on and off created a flash of memories, literally of sparks and lights, when Neo Metal Sonic was gripping her in a deadly delight of pain and pleasure… and the sparks coming from them mixing with the electric lightning from above them, centralized at the sphere of the top of the electric shower that would charge and harm… though it's purpose was to only heal rapidly too… it was used for other, selfish desires… cruel tortures… It's design showed nothing to convey that.

Was that… some way to comfort her?

The electric lines seemed to form splits like hands, reaching for a source to power, but having nothing but the lamp's bulb to cling to.

It dangled from the shocks, but only lightly swayed, not much or in any real direction either.

'If Neo Metal Sonic were here…' she closed her eyes, trying once again to imagine. It was difficult, for her logical brain only showed him climbing on top of her, being directly in the path of her sorrowful lightning that conveyed an aggressive unacceptance to what she perceived as an injustice.

After being in the way of the electricity, he would probably start charging and delight in it… delight in her next… by slowly moving closer and turning his head to her cheeks where bolts stuck out slightly, as was her design.

He may whisper something along the lines of how he always told her this was her fate, that there was nothing else, and that only he could give her the emotions she desired… the feeling she craved.

But it wasn't the same.

Or…

Her eyes flung open.

She lifted her torso up and off the table, her sparks dying off with slight lassos of curling electricity before sparking away and off of her. "Does he wish to truly have an Amy Rose spark 'life' simulations in him? As Sonic is influenced by Amy? Which that... I couldn't comprehend." she didn't know what to make of that assumption, but it proved somewhat likely.

"If he hates organics… maybe he doesn't hate their pleasures from life? Just life in general?" she wondered if that could be plausible, and turned her eyes to deduce it further.

"From what understanding I can gather...Eggman could replicate life fairly well." She looked at her hands, her palms… "Tails stated within his diagnosis that Eggman's configurations were still active but just not able to be accessed proficiently without some sort of stimulation, something has to trigger it." she placed her hands on her face, her eyes shaking. "Could… could I be a way to experiment upon Eggman's data? Mingled with Neo Metal Sonic's own, forgotten or ignored, curiosities on organic life's simulations to better create personality and emotion?"

She felt a spark up her back and paused…

She jerked and lurched forward a minute before turning back to see no one had touched her… was that… excitement? The feeling from a new-found revelation?

She shook her head, scared for a brief second that Neo Metal Sonic had accessed her, but she was false, and her doubts were abnormal.

He had no way to find her or contact her, she was safe.

She hugged herself and curled slightly by bringing her pudgy feet and body closer together, but hearing the ' CLANK ' when they couldn't budge any further to be closer.

She tore off the electrical chord and her sparks gave way one last time, as she gave out a howl of a cry, "AUGGGHHH !"

The spark exploded the bulb in the lamp above her, raining down it's shattered pieces as the electrical pulse then took out several more electrical equipment and appliances.

The room went completely dark as she simulated heavy breaths… 'I wish I were never created for such purposes.' she concluded, 'If any or all of that be true… then I am truly just a waste of electronic curiosities… there is no answer, therefore… I'm completely useless after all…'

In her darkness… both upon her world currently and within her hopeless mind having finally calculated some reasons… she started replaying her coping mechanism that would always divert her mind's paths away from such horrors as being destroyed or torn up by her master and instead… watch Amy Rose's files she had previously saved.

She began to long and pine to have stayed by Amy and Sonic, to have watched their relationship and forgotten herself again… become nothing more than an inanimate object that could still smile at their adventures…

Smile…

She bent her metal and slightly dented her eye screens again.

There was no pain in Amy Rose's eyes, no deceit in Sonic The Hedgehog's either… but… there was something she desired more than anything.

Love.

She looked back at the door, wondering why her heart programming wasn't triggering anything in her at the thought of them. '...A door I can never fully open… of course, I can't feel so detached when I always was far away from such things.' she turned away from it, going back into an upright fetal position. She simulated a sigh and rested her huge metal head on her knees, tightening her grip of her arms around her legs, and not even noticing she was cloning similar movements that both Sonic and Amy had made. 'Even if Sonic may act up to Amy's abrupt declarations of such feelings… he still would never intentionally hurt her. This he hasn't declared, but has been shown with his actions… I'm sure he could manipulate her, as almost all organics can muster the proper properties to do so, but he mostly doesn't. He seems rather fond of her adherence to remain close by. So then… is that really what Neo Metal Sonic… no , is that just what I am? A doomed experiment..? Am I nothing more than a robot that longs to feel but has no capacity beyond the known realm of physics? Has Tails's plan succeeded in finally unlocking what mad men and deprived robots seek for? The effort… was always meant for failure from the start… wasn't it, Neo Metal Sonic?' she looked up from her thoughts, still enraged at her possible outcome. "Am I… just a toy?"

Was everything he ever told her truly accurate? Was it all meaningless? Even being stolen by his nemesis's friends… was it worth this revelation?

She still had no desire to hurt the organics, so of course she felt freer than before.

She rocked slightly, still mimicking Amy Rose and looking away, changing her intense stare at the garage door.

Any robot seeing her would have thought her malfunctioned, any organic would think her either cute or mad, depending on their definition of how 'robots' should be.

'And yet…' she stopped rocking and let her feet clang against the table… stopping as she blinked her eyes and thought again.

Silently… she wished Neo Metal Sonic would let her hold him.

As though a prayer… she wished he would have gone a step further with his experimenting, if that really was the case for her creation, and let her into his programming… help him see what she so desperately clung to and wanted more than anything to share her finding with him.

Though it may be illogical to hack into a being that considers himself so superior, probably having all sorts of defenses for that sort of thing-what with his paranoia about Eggman and the like worrying him-but still… He should have let her try and embrace him into her 'flaws', as he saw it… If any of this were true, why'd he pretend he didn't program those flaws in her? Ah, a loophole to her theory. He didn't really seem to know he gave her such programming to be fascinated with feelings, maybe he didn't know… the deactivated code he stored in her was randomly activated? When and how was it activated? There was only way in… and it seemed remotely controlled.

She shrugged, deciding to shake her head down and be done with the pouting.

It was the 'Amy' thing to do.

But now, the possibility of actually being a feeling robot?

She had heard of other robots-like Omega and Gamma-that were helped by Amy. Could Amy… Did Amy give her the help necessary to escape and feel real? Organically constructed?

Can she and Tails dig into her code and make her truly free..? Alive? Feel loved ?

Neo Metal Sonic… he couldn't possibly desire such things.

She nodded that as fact.

Or…

She looked away again, tilting her head to the other side, 'Was it Sonic? Could Sonic alone give me true deliverance? He has defeated Neo Metal Sonic before… many times when he was his former, glorified classic form. His first installment… did he shove all that unwanted code into her being? How come…

Maybe, because code was sacred. Even Neo Metal Sonic knew that code couldn't be replicated so easily. The code he kept locked away in her… what purpose did it serve than perhaps to just be another space floating memory bank of his past… But he didn't seem as sentimental as his former creator, Dr. Eggman.

'I don't even know what true deliverance would mean!' she flung her arms back and laid on the table again, hitting it with a large bang.

Sprawled a bit on the table… she moved her arms around her head and used her green grid scanning to see the broken light, swaying violently before watching it slowly come to a complete stop.

'Yes… all things perish or become deleted.' she thought then. 'Event his broken light will need to be replaced… and why is it even here? Because Organics can't just create their own light.' She turned on her beams in her eyes and shone her circular eyelights around the room, examining Tails's tools and machines.

She looked to the X-Tornado, amazed her sparks hadn't done anything to it.

It was large and magnificent, she could tell it was treated well by Tails. She got off the table and touched it lightly, making sure not to scratch it. She noticed the coating over it, and knew it was deeply cherished, so she removed her hand. "If you… could feel… what would you decide to be like? Or programmed to simulate?" she wondered out loud, then cupped her hands together and scrunched them in… tightly trying to release all the tension in her mind… letting the pressure build before releasing and letting her arms sway to her sides, turning her head away. "To be so admired… so loved… tell me, does your creator's favor come with a cost as well? Or is it all… delightful? To be under such a benevolent engineer?" she didn't know if Tails created it, but assumed he did, even though she didn't know that the X-Tornado was gifted to him from Sonic. Basically, Sonic had asked him to take care of it, and it's been under Tails's watchful and gleeful eye ever since.

'How could one organic, even Sonic, accomplish something so intangible like a robot's code… and help me be fully free of it all.' she slipped down the edge of the table and looked to see the charging chord all the way on the other side. Leaning to perhaps reach for it, she second-guessed it and decided not too.

She sat behind the table and leaned against it, it being solid anyway.

'But… if I could be free… really, truly free of these… should it be feelings? Thoughts?' she wasn't sure what she was thinking now, but went with it, letting her computerized mind calculate now that it didn't seem to matter anymore. She looked back up and turned off her eyelights, 'Then I would simply hope to never feel or think of them again, but truly try and be happy regardless of my specific limitations regarding organic feelings. Hearing Amy's laughter… so genuine beyond the door… me being behind it… made me realize that happiness for a Amy Rose doppelganger may not even be possible… Without a Sonic to trigger such expanses of joy .'

She attempted to daydream but couldn't, though she'd have liked to imagine a world where Metal Sonic could be loving... Before he became so far gone from such things.

She honed her memory cores and tried to rev them up into cutting and splicing to 'trick' herself into imagination.

The editing took a lot out of her, and was very complicated. Then, there was a spark like a connection was made, and she quickly stopped, feeling like something just activated but wasn't sure what it was and quickly reverted herself back to normal settings.

At least, normal after being taken by Amy and Tails away from Neo Metal Sonic.

'What was that?' she looks around, but was actually searching her systems. No glitches or anything signifying something bad or… errored...

'Was it an error in my systems? Maybe something from Tails's fiddling?' she decided to not attempt it again, ever .

Disinterested, now that it seemed unharmful and that Neo Metal Sonic still couldn't access her, she decides not to investigate it further and find out what it could be; but instead, she brings up more moments of Sonic and Amy interacting during her first observations after being successfully built and finished with the new flexible alloy. Rewatching was… safe .

'Probably just a fluke.' she concluded, but something told her that wasn't true. She ignored it and watched Sonic speeding up to Amy after she and Cream were picking flowers, her favorite memory…

'Perhaps… the entirety of my problem, all along, was trying to simulate an organic's life.' she watched Amy emote and act in ways her metallic form couldn't allow.

She tried to twitch her cheeks into a smile again, but felt the further cracking of her eye screens.

'I never focused on 'living' my 'life'. Something an Organic couldn't do, and only a robot could.' But her dreams and aspirations of being something like Amy Rose, having something inherently like her daily life,... was that when she first 'errored'?

It was so prominent through her core being to learn and predict Amy Rose, to simulate her thoughts and actions to better deceive and become the ultimate Amy Rose… She wasn't entirely sure anymore.

Maybe that was Eggman's first fault, trying to build a robot to be something like an impossibly unreplicatable Organic hero. Then telling that said creation he must be opposite of that nature he was designed to reinforce through his looks and attitude, but be evil and diabolically help destroy that said creation.

Though, according to her knowledge, Metal Sonic had never 'admired' Sonic. Then again, wouldn't you hate a creation that you could never conquer due to your inability to replicate that organic's life? Though he had the power, the slight persona, he still couldn't manage the victory.

She felt bad then, 'He must have been tormented by his inferiorities… back then… so long ago… he still holds all that restiment, but not for himself, but for Sonic?' she thought it odd, but didn't want to keep questioning the insanity of Neo Metal Sonic.

'There was a reason you were called a madness .' she humored to herself, 'A robot cannot hope to defeat a-' she stopped when she remembered that Eggman's rogue robot, Omega, was designed to destroy the ultimate lifeform she registered as 'Shadow'.

Her systems had code directing her to never engage and stay back, unless directed otherwise, he was a serious threat. His power level was staggering in her data banks, instructing her that if she had to fight against him, what to look out for… Chaos energy… even with it, Metal Sonic couldn't defeat Super Sonic.

Perhaps it was Eggman's ambition that created such a fall in all his machines…

She humored herself in that thought as well, that it was an organic trying to simulate 'life' within a robot that even started this whole mess.

'He should have left well enough alone.' she was glad she was in the dark, glad she was away from the organics so she could continue to sulk, and glad her 'brain' decided to abandon its search… though her 'mind' still pondered it enough.

Amy looked so free in her memory files… she looked able to choose, have her own agency in following and trying to encapture Sonic in her free-spirited emotions as well. Or was it Sonic? Was he the reason she could be so carefree?

'Amy Rose needn't ponder my dilemmas.' Metal Amy continued to joke and tease at her own expense. 'Amy needn't worry about her failed replica…' she poked the ground of the garage, feeling the indents in the cement and let her finger skim over them, watching it jerk and bounce over each little indent or bump that it had.

'Amy Rose also chose to be with Sonic. I had no choice.' she lifted her finger up, 'I was programmed to serve. Serve what purpose? Whatever was instilled in me to know… apparently, that is all I thought I could ever know of my designed objective.' But what she really wanted…

She rubbed her dirtied, steel pointer finger against her thumb.

Was to have a reason to choose him...

But he wasn't going to fight for her, for her loyalty or anything like unto-dare she calculated in her thoughts with such ramblings- affections from her either.

...She couldn't see… the moments that he had and that would come with how far he'd go to obtain such things…

But she was right that his pride would never allow her to perceive such notions, though.

'He's not interested in such organic ties, much like Sonic, but in a completely different way too. A way that reflects no feelings… nothing… but maybe the pleasures of charging… or… 'Loneliness'?'

She wondered about Sonic's words… it wasn't an extremity she found hard to theorize. She could be free to calculate it, thanks to Tails's ingenious programming mixed with her own that was already present and there.

She found that her fist had clenched again and unclenched it. Seems speaking about Sonic's point of view of Neo Metal Sonic seemed to make her upset… probably because she couldn't see any logic to such a … hope… as that.

But if she could give it a theory… Maybe she wasn't alone in wanting to be accepted either.

She wanted to bang her head against the table at such a ridiculous notion… Neo Metal Sonic wanting someone to accept him? He truly seemed to flaunt his own magnificence without anyone bothering to flatter him up unless they wanted to escape certain destruction by his hand.

What did Sonic mean then… What if she couldn't?

He built her code, but… all she ever did was rebel.

Wasn't that slightly like his past..?

Her eyes widened and she placed a hand to the table's top, getting up slowly and organically gesturing the banished thought with a shake of her head and a wave of her other hand. 'Nonsense, it's all nonsense… No!' she stomped her foot down, 'My mast-FORMER master… wouldn't attempt such foolish things as making a defective-' she was cut off when she heard someone flicking the light switches, and nothing happening.

She about-faced and turned to the door, then angled herself in the dark to look as though she was charging, but stumbled when she realized she didn't have the charging cord.

"Uhh… Why's the light out?" Tails's innocent organic voice startled her, and she blared her eye lights on. It was the most creepiest thing he had ever witnessed, hearing so much noise and clanking from his garage before seeing a beacon light flash through the darkness and suddenly sway itself to looking at him with glowing green eyes.

"Ahh!" he covered his face with his arms, "Too bright, too bright!"

"Ah, my apologies." she lowered her head to have the light on the ground, not directly in his eyes. "I suppose my new systems have forgotten, in a brief moment, that organic eyes' take time to adjust to new light."

She knew they were sensitive to harsh light, but didn't want to admit her distracting thoughts brought upon her existential crisis from the couple of organic lifeforms she admired most. Instead, she thought she could perhaps trick their feeble and gullible minds so long as she wasn't causing them any harm.

She didn't want them to worry about her… and continue to edit her as maybe Neo Metal Sonic would have…

Would they… not accept 'robotic errors' just as much as robots didn't seem to accept 'organic flaws' either?

"Well, it's to be expected." Tails nodded it off and stepped into her light, revealing his shoes up to his legs, and his twin tails slightly behind him. He gestured with his foot the direction he needed the light and she followed his feet so he could see where he was going. "You're probably not used to everything, it's all so new, you'll need time to adjust to your new systems as well!" he kid, but there was definitely fact in that.

As he moved over open the electrical unit in his garage, opening his tool kit, Metal Amy remained paused as she remembered that without him… she couldn't even think through these distracting thoughts.

Moving over to him, keeping her head down, she gently wrapped her arms around him and made sure to not do anything quick.

He definitely freaked out a moment, but recognizing her arms stopped moving to give him room, he put a hand to her arm and looked back at her. "M.A?" he asked, but no response.

Finally, she stated, "It will take time." as her thank you.

He seemed to understand and smiled, "I don't mind a hug every now and then, but maybe a slight warning or heads-up wouldn't hurt." He had some sweat around his face, showing how uncomfortable he was at the new robot friend suddenly grabbing him in a slow and creepy manner… within the dark, like this…

It truly was a double-meaning, and she blinked her lights on and off with her surprised blinks as she lifted her head, thinking it about roughly 25% a chance for him to figure out how she observed and studied Neo Metal Sonic… "How did you know I was contemplating a double-meaning to my words and actions?"

"Huh?" Tails just readjusted her face so the light was positioned where he needed to see over his shoulder, and continued to work while she stared in the direction he needed the light… still holding him around where his neck would be. "I figured you were just saying thank you."

'Ah, so he didn't comprehend.' she concluded. Being so far from Neo Metal Sonic… she wondered why she thought so much about him and his motives. Maybe… because he was the only purpose she had in her life up till now… she didn't really have a 'new' purpose other than being a spy, so she was clearly still all about him and his motives… but still.

What would her purpose be after this affair? This betrayal?

She hoped she would have a 'life' after her deceit, anyway.

It was a taste of his own medicine, if anyone's assumptions about his thought processes or scheming were true.

"Tails…" she looked back at the X-Tornado. "Do you… love... your creations?"

He tapped her arm, before turning back with a smile, "Sure I do!" he stated without a second thought, surprising her again.

'Organic mind's sure process quickly,' she determined, 'Much like a computer… So, maybe like a robot too?' she had never thought there were any similarities on the opposite end of the spectrum, such as minds being able to calculate quickly as well. 'Can organics… replicate robots?' she wondered a moment before Tails continued.

"Though I tinker here and there, it always brings me satisfaction to see something I've worked so hard on do what I intended it to do. Which means, I get really happy when I yell out, 'It works!' and throw my hands up, like this!" he showed her the expression and for some reason, he immediately triggered her mimicry and she let him go, throwing her hands up to copy him. "Yeah, that's great!" he seemed to know how to trigger her programmed properties… a little scary on her end… but she was grateful he was teaching her Heart Programming.

"Tails the twin-tailed Fox, I have need to ask you-"

"Don't start that again," Tails laughed, "You never used titles before, don't suddenly do so now."

She lowered her arms, "Forgive me… I'm… Used to full titles." she bent her eyelids to show remorse, but Tails just waved it off, but upon looking for something to fix, realized nothing was wrong with the electrical box.

"Yeah, that's got to be a mouthful, calling Metal by his full title all the time." he understood her before pulling out an emergency flashlight, and looking up at the lights. "...Uhhhh…" he gestured the light to her, "You, by chance… didn't do this… did you?" he then shone the light back on the lights, then her.

She turned off her own eyelights and nodded, "I was simulating angry tears."

"Why?" Tails looked heartbroken to hear that, "Is everything alright!?" he leaned towards her, and she could tell by his expression from a set of her Heart Programming diagramming what each indication of his eyebrows, mouth, and the like positioning indicated that he was concerned.

"I'm…" she didn't know how to comfort or confront such emotions, since no one seemed to be as caring before… then again… Neo Metal Sonic would only ask about her functions if he needed her running smoothly for something like an operation…

She didn't know how to respond, "You tell me?" she finally concluded, and Tails covered his mouth with his hand, holding in his chuckles.

"Fair enough." He nodded, "I'll get some new lights, but you have to help me set them in."

She nodded, revealing her jets under and behind her dress to accompany him in reinstalling the lightbulbs.

However… her previous thought was made true… once something was broken or unable to fulfill it's desired objective… it seemed unloved anymore and discarded as obsolete.

But Tails didn't treat the broken lights as 'useless', instead, he recycled their material… hoping to make something new.

This sparked a hope in her… maybe she could create a life outside of her desired effects as well, whatever those may be.

She doesn't understand her inner-thoughts well enough to conclude much of anything yet, but wondered if Neo Metal Sonic really would… set himself up for… deliberate sabotage?

Though mind-boggling to think, he would be arrogant enough to think he could overcome anything… but insane enough that for some reason… he did want to surrender to such errors too..?

It did make her feel better, but being someone else's scapegoat still seemed cruel to think about.

However… she felt herself emoting as she carefully placed the shattered bulbs into the recycling bin, patting each one as though to say she was sorry for harming them, for causing them to malfunction, but relieving them of any stress by assuring them that they were to be remodeled and made for something brighter and better.

She finally cracked her eye-screens enough to smile, and her flexible alloy tilted up with her now empty rectangular mouth looking piece.

As she went to rejoin Tails in the garage, possibly to help charge his flashlights batteries, Amy Rose bounced over to her, startling her as she felt a little uncomfortable seeing her again.

"There you are~!" she chimed, jumping to drape over Metal Amy's back and wrap her arms around where her neck would be. "Ahh~ For a robot, you sure are warm!" she commented, making Metal Amy touch her cheeks in… 'embarrassment'?

'From all the electrical diffusing… it's no wonder my metal is hot.' she worried it may injure Amy but she seemed to be enjoying the warm plating.

"Amy Rose, is there something I can assist you with as well?" Hoping to change the topic and distract her from asking why she was warm, which was as probable as 64%, Amy just shrugged.

"Is it wrong that I just wanted to see my friend?" Amy moved off of her but kept her hands on the warm metallic back, smiling over her shoulder.

Metal Amy once again simulated a blush with her glowing red eyes behind her muzzle plate and slightly by her closed eyelids. "Y-you… I did not calculate this." She hadn't thought of such a reason, and it made her more bashful to think that her percentage wasn't considering such a notion. "F-forgive me…"

"Aww, don't be so shy! I'm glad you're happy, though." Amy took her arm and swung it around, moving some of her metal fingers to intertwine their hands together.

Once again, flustered at not understanding what she was doing, Metal Amy simulated nervousness and confusion.

Tails saw her fidgeting, and worriedly walked over to Amy, "She may be scared she'll hurt you. I often hear her saying things like that with me too. Maybe you should be cautious, just in case she really can't control her strength and… crush your fingers…" he pointed to her hand, but Amy just pushed her hand to his chest.

"Nonsense! How will she know if she doesn't at least try?" Amy's words caught Metal Amy, she didn't know the term 'try' only 'succeed or fail' there was no 'maybe' in a programming…

"My design does not compute." Metal Amy wearily looked down, as though tired of explaining the same things over and over again for the Organics to understand. She looked away, feeling alone in her intelligence before Amy lifted her hand up to cradle it gently with her other, still having her left hand within the gaps of her fingers.

She twisted her own arm and pulled Metal Amy's hand close to her heart, and with the black slate that used to be there, she could measure the pulse from Amy's steady heartbeat.

"You were built to replicate me, right?" She inquired with a tilt of her delicate head, her organic mind fascinated and perplexed Metal Amy, but she was hypnotized by her steady beating heart. Automatically, her programs wanted to gauge Amy's health, and her hostile systems wanted to judge where her weaknesses were, laying a trap carefully but Metal Amy stopped the rogue protocol that Neo Metal Sonic had created. Rogue now… but meant to be suppressed by Metal Amy's heart programming.

Amy was in fine health, her blood flow optimal, and everything healthy for a young female hedgehog… even her cycling seemed appropriate for her youth.

"Amy Rose," Metal Amy continued, cutting her off from continuing her 'kind' thought. She faced her more directly, hoping to be as clear as possible this time, but still just as gentle. "My design was… inspired of you… but I fear it lacks all of your attributes." she lowered her head, before narrowing her eyes to the ground, and locking her hand so it wouldn't hurt Amy, but tightening violently the other as it shook by her side.

This was a perfect mimicry of Amy when she was upset, and Amy seemed to not take notice right away, but Tails certainly did.

"Uhhh… I think I'll leave you two to talk that out." He felt a little inadequate and waved his hands about to excuse himself, not sure how to respond to that. Seeing Metal Amy upset though, he wondered if she admired Amy and was upset she wasn't a perfect match…

He exited with a wink to the girls, "Good luck!" then turned to Amy, whispering by putting a hand up over his mouth, "She seems to have some insecurities… and not the kind I can back up with firewalls and what not." he joked, but meant the warning, as Amy smiled sweetly to him while he exited his garage.

"Alright, missy!" Amy took her free hand off Metal Amy's and put it on her hip, pouting. "We need to figure out why you're so jumpy around us when we talk about you!"

She then reached up to Metal Amy's cheek, her eyes moist and glistening, "I'm really worried about you…"

However, Metal Amy looked up and her eyes quaked. The only time someone has touched her like this… it was when Neo Metal Sonic wanted to dent in her features and wait for the perfect moment to scrap her while she was still operational.

"No!" Metal Amy released her lock on her hand and pulled it away, which made Amy flinch back and hold her hand. "A-Amy…" She held her hand in the same mimicry, her eyes bending in fright. "I don't want to accidentally harm your flesh, Amy Rose." She sharply looked away, closing her eyes and having them rattle with the rest of her metallic being at the sudden action that could have hurt her. "My design only replicates your exterior… it's the very interior workings that I admire about you the most." She couldn't look at her again… how could Amy implement something so awful? Or was it Neo Metal Sonic who observed such an action and twisted it into something horrible?

As Metal Amy quivered, she heard two hands grip her shoulders and stop her violent shaking.

She didn't want to look back at Amy, scared of what was going on, but Amy just lightly took her hand and patted Metal Amy's head.

"I don't know what Metal Sonic put you through…" She began.

" Neo ..." Metal Amy corrected, still cowering back and keeping her hands withdrawn up to her chest…

"Same thing."

" Completely different ." Metal Amy already knew she wasn't understand her first instruction, so she didn't bother with a second.

"M.A… What do you think of your looks?" She began to trace her finger along Metal Amy's details, but this made her extremely uncomfortable.

"Why…" Metal Amy asked, vulnerable as she kept feeling like she was about to be destroyed at any minute. Even if her facets knew they weren't being threatened, the similar action triggered her fear. "Why do you plague me with such actions?"

Amy flinched her hand away, "Pl-plague you? This is a gentle touch, M.A. I'm not trying to hurt you…" she let her go and worriedly took a step back, her hands coming up by her mouth. "What… what has he made you believe love to be… M.A?"

Metal Amy gripped her head, "Beauty… beauty is the only reason he's ever touched me without certain harm intended to end me… to rebuild me even more beautiful… I don't understand… if beauty causes such destruction, I wish not to be beautiful!" she took her silver fingers and was about to scratch up her face, but Amy's powerful hands stopped her, but just enough to keep them off her face, still struggling with a heavily weighted alloy's strength.

"Being pretty isn't a bad thing! Hey!" Amy seemed to not comprehend the level of her discomfort, but lifted a finger up to a point with a wink, "I know! I'll help you see how you can make yourself beautiful! No other hand needed!"

Why was Amy mimicking so many things of Neo Metal Sonic?

Metal Amy was placed on a stool as Amy took out some metal shiner and polished up her 'hair' parts, then dabbed some blush on her cheeks, and went to work lipstick and flowers on her headband.

All the while, Metal Amy grew more frustrated. 'She clearly does not understand my torment… but then again… I don't want her too.' She looked at her dress, which Amy had painted a more similar red color like her own.

A new paint job and some organic plants weren't going to make her feel better about touch… but she felt she could trust Amy… even, perhaps, just a little bit more.

She flinched when Amy went to place some stickers on her eyes, but Amy just smiled and waved it off. "It'll look pretty, trust me!"

Metal Amy held her eye open and tilted her head as Amy applied strange patterns to her eyes… but then… when Metal Amy looked in the mirror, she was surprised how different she looked.

More…

"You're so shiny and elegant!" Amy squealed, "Eee! So pretty!"

Organic…

Though it was clear she was still a robot, the touch-ups had done her no harm, and she has 'felt' nothing, not even a malfunction.

Amy then reached down and picked up Metal Amy's hand, seeing her frozen like a statue at her appearance, before carefully placing her hand on the side of her cheek.

"Here, I want you to examine it. No one else need to admire your own self-worth or beauty but you~" she calmly then exited the room… and Metal Amy was left to herself, confused… and somewhat wanting to understand.

She looked over to where Amy had left, 'No… come back… tell me what I am to feel… I will mimic you, in every way.' she felt so insecure, until looking back at the mirror and investigating any 'hidden clues' Amy may have left for her to figure out.

But there was no logic to her 'beautification'.

At least, when Neo Metal Sonic would rebuild her, there was some purposes to each piece of madness… even her feeler antenna and black slate… there was a reason, no matter how illogical it seemed to be.

But this… there was no reason. Blush on her metal muzzle? She poked it. What use would that do? She couldn't camouflage now, nor could she hide better.

The stickers on her eyes were to help it look more dimensional, giving her false 'shines' to mimic the light hitting it and having it glow like orbs. It was a little cartoonish, but touching them too, she felt it helped make her look a little more 'real'.

It was a work of art, and she tilted her head and held the flowers in place, then was about to simulate a smile before the door opened.

"She's really enamored with you, ya know?"

The spiky blue hedgehog threw her and her thoughts completely off course and directive. She stood up and pulled one of the flowers out of place, placing it on the counter of the makeup dresser and mirror and then fidgeting with her feet and hands.

'Oh no, no, no.' Metal Amy couldn't make eye-contact with him. 'Not here, not now. I can't let Sonic believe I was mimicking Amy Rose, even if she helped, he may grow suspicious of me. He may-'

"Wow!" Sonic whistled, putting a hand to his chin and leaning forward, lifting the tip of his toe up as he did so. "Look who got all dressed up!"

She was panicking, her systems were firing from not having an exit route to take in action and so she kept making micromovements but disengaging them at every step.

Finally, he nodded, straightening up. "I was looking for Amy but… I didn't think I'd find a cute-looking robot like yourself in here instead!" he closed his eyes and grinned.

Metal Amy froze… then, tiny sparks zapped through her core and made it out to the screws on the side of her cheeks as she placed her hands both there to try and block Sonic from seeing her… 'delight'?

She lightly screeched from her speakers and, as her legs were bent in a moment, she hurriedly pressed them onward to run past him, her muzzle turning red from the heat the electricity was causing around that area.

"H-huh?" Sonic turned himself to watch her run by him. "What'd I say?"

Amy later got mad at Sonic, thinking he might have said something to upset her, but Metal Amy had flown up to a tree, still blocking her signal from being discovered, and although the flowers were wilting at the heat, she continued to clutch her face and simulate a high-frequency squeal.

'Sonic found me to be appealing!? An Organic!?' she didn't get it, she wanted to, but she couldn't. She didn't understand why it made her 'feel' something so unique, either. The simulation of electricity was pleasing, and the heat was funny, not at all threatening since it wasn't strong enough to melt the metal or anything.

Her fingers played with her sparks before she closed her eyes and her heart programming simulated more blushing with the glowing of her eyes behind the metal plating.

She was enamored by Amy Rose… for helping her 'feel' this way. But she was absolutely thrilled to have Sonic reinforce Amy's efforts and truly… for the first time… Metal Amy understood how one should feel 'cute', and not the way Neo Metal Sonic made her to believe.

She was still confused on her designs purpose… but as her heels clicked together in a ' clank clank ' at her extra energy, she looked to the sky and finally thought… maybe… maybe she could live amongst the Organics… be apart of an organic world… and feel…

Like she finally belonged there.

She would always thank Amy for everything, even before taking off to be re-delivered to Neo Metal Sonic, she wouldn't forget that exquisite moment of feeling. Feeling like she could simulate… happiness... within her own form… which she still didn't fully understand, but now was growing to like all the same.

'Tails… Sonic… Amy… to you all, I thank you.' She thought to herself, watching as they interacted but not really paying attention to what they were saying. Tails was making some last minute adjustments outside his home before letting her go, and watching them all… trying to laugh as to not show how worried they all really were… she couldn't help but try and simulate a smile before Tails freaked out and grabbed her head.

"N-no! Don't do that, Metal Amy. You'll hurt yourself."

'True,' she thought, looking down to him sweetly as he continued to work on her with her arms straight out to the sides of her, up in the air. 'Happiness may end up being my ultimate downfall, Tails the Fox, but it shall be a glorious ruin!' she closed her eyes and continued with soft sparks inside her core… where she believed, in the anatomy of an Organic, the heart should be.

'My friends… are my joy.' she thought to herself, 'True power… is with Sonic and his friends.'

Something clicked in her head, but she didn't investigate it. However…

A distant coding wrote out… 'OBJECTIVE ESTABLISHED, NOW COMPLETE: MEANING - "Because we are-… We're Sonic Heroes!" ACHIEVED. SHUTTING DOWN CORRELATING RESPONSES.'

It wasn't her own code… but it was stored within her… something was still searching for meaning and answers...

What did it mean..? She would never know… in this life.

Nor would another being… for a long time .

However, for now, in this moment… she was satisfied with the peace she had found living among them. Maybe not in her other lives… but in this one, at least she accepted her beauty and possible fate. She was ready to fully become nothingness after defeating Neo Metal Sonic… which still seemed so unlikely she didn't want to run the percentages…

2%... her mind already made it up for her.

2%... that was worth everything. The conversation she heard with Sonic and Amy, Tails and the lightbulbs, and finally… her own organic beautification… Sonic's words to her and Amy's kindness...

It was well worth a 2% chance of victory. Everything was worth what she had obtained and gained from such interactions.

She would try hard not to forget… if she could… that they made her who she wanted to be and what she wanted to 'try' and 'feel' like .

Neo Metal Sonic could never have given her that.

He lied.

END.

(Two more mini-fics to go and we're done with the bonus chapters! :Db)

Fic 9: Sonic and N.M.A meet up and chat? What if she hates that she's kinda programmed to submit and like him?

It seemed like a normal day, at least. If robots could feel what 'normal' felt like.

Neo Metal Amy was tinkering with a broken hairdryer that Amy had momentarily set down after her morning routine, and feeling like she wanted to aid Amy Rose, she picked it up and decided to find out the cause.

'Just don't be the chord.' she thought to herself, since she could probably fix anything but that.

As she was picking it apart carefully with her now spiky fingers, she realized how precise but difficult doing small, miniscule tasks were now. On one hand, she was determined to accurately recreate how Neo Metal Sonic would build with such contraptions, but on the other hand, she was growing frustrated with taking small, broken pieces of plastic and trying to 'nab' them from inside small spaces.

It was like the worst claw machine game but the best at getting little electric signals and aligning their circuits correctly… how did he work in such fine spaces?

She hated thinking about him, knowing he was out in the garden being forced to water the organic vegetation. It made her somewhat pleased to know he was suffering, but… she hated the fleeting moments of hoping he'd become attached to the grass and flowers he cared for… whether begrudging or not.

She side-glanced the door of the garage, knowing how he just adored stomping in to try and start an annoying fight with her, since that was the only release of his built-up tension he could think of.

At least… she hoped it wasn't for her explicit attention.

She shook her head and simulated a sigh, coming up from her deep fixation on the hairdryer and standing up straight on her stool now. "...Will Amy Rose be surprised?" she wondered out loud, picking up the hairdryer and touching the chord with her metallic finger, sending some of her charge pulsing into it. She turned it on with a flick and clicked the button in like a gun.

The hairdryer whizzed to life and she simulated a giggle, bouncing her head cutely up and down. "Good, excellent. You'll serve your function again." She set it down, "No need… to be replaced." she lightly skimmed the plastic covering of the device for hastily drying an organic's hair… she remembered something similar in her existence, but it was for heating and bending metal into shape. "All things have their purposes… after all." She rolled up the chord, being careful not to puncture it, "Except Organics, anyway."

She seemed somewhat envious of that, that they can just 'live' for the love of it.

That's when, behind her, Amy's Miles-Electric started vibrating.

She froze, unsure what to do as Amy hadn't given her direct permission to answer calls… but she also knew Amy was out shopping, groceries and window browsing usually led to further clothes for Neo Metal Sonic to wash… so she wasn't too worried.

She hesitated, but slumped off the stool and approached the Miles-Electric, hanging her claw just above the device…

Her eyes moved back and forth… not sure if she was allowed, but then noticed the name of the caller, and almost instantly, tapped the screen and held her hand to the device, flattened.

It send the signal all the way to her eye-screens, seeing the video chat as Sonic The Hedgehog's face came into view.

"Woah! Where am I?" Sonic teased, seeing a very close, glowing green eyeball as Neo Metal Amy had switched her color instantly.

She simulated a giggle, "Amy Rose is out and about completing various tasks of 'Me-Time'." she explained, "How may I help you, Sonic The Hedgehog?" she got… more electrified by speaking with him. It had been a long time, after all… Since she had seen him.

Neo Metal Sonic was throwing the gardening tools in their respective 'area' as he figured it was, and used to hose to rinse off any dirt that had been collected on his pristine being… but of course, he had noticed the modifications weren't up to his standards and slightly hated how obviously 'desperate' his attempts to make himself acclimated to this new form were just as shoddily constructed in his compliments of himself.

His pride might have been stabbed in the back, but not destroyed.

Rolling mentally in his self-awareness of his lack of 'perfection' from this form, he suddenly looked down to notice the rushing water had a… effect… on his sensory antenna.

"...What?" He had never felt the water before… "...Peculiar." he decided, since he had nothing better to do now that his chores were done, to analyze this strange new- NO!

He dropped the hose as he was moving it down from his shoulder, across his arm, and fiddling with it sliding between his fingers before dropping it and turning off the water. He almost busted the hose's twisting plug but he didn't care, his metallic being was simulating panting and his eyes were shaking at trying to control himself against such fascination.

"This is her. It's all her, it's not me." He put the hand that had momentarily began to calculate the rhythms of the water's vibrating of his antennas and place it up to his face, covering his glowing green eyes… "Enough, I can't fall to such ridiculous concepts as she tries to force upon me!" he scrunched his hand and clung to his head, lowering it as he hunched over the hose.

… But it was interesting. The antenna he had invented worked so well… He had never 'felt' before and so the new instances where he realized things could trigger their function were new to him. Even with his fights against Neo Metal Amy, he knew that some touch was tolerable and others completely devastating on his balance and endurance receptors. All the vibration would leave him unable to calculate fast enough or get a hold of his being quick enough to react like he used to at such amazing speeds.

Though he didn't want to, the data from the 'water sensory' was uploaded to his stored memory. Which pained him that he couldn't delete it. It was instantly saved to her 'heart virus' as something that wasn't considered 'deadly'.

"Annoying." he finally admitted, getting up and looking over his wetted arm, "Tiny… yet, they simulation 'feeling' as best as I could perceive it." he knew that Neo Metal Amy had shortened and miniaturized the antenna for his slender form, but it was still upsetting to see how much detail she put into making sure he felt such exquisite 'pain' as she was hoping for.

"Do you care so deeply about my connection to the organic world..? Ah." He suddenly lifted his head, putting some details together… "...You care…" he looked back down at his arm, lightly stroking his metallic finger over it as the sensation of 'gentle' touch made his eyes lower.

He suddenly narrowed it to a deepened glare, his eyes blaring red as he planned around this, "You care too deeply." his eyes beamed as though a wicked sense of pleasure. He picked up the hose and turned it on again, now fully calculating how he 'felt' simulation sensations more closely, letting the small stream of running water tell him how much pressure he could sense verses how little he could sense.

Calculating… he determined that he was still limited to 'feeling'. Though exceptionally well at picking up pressures, if the water was only trinkling, he couldn't feel it very much. However, using his metallic thumb to blast the water out, the sensation was much stronger.

"...Interesting." His eyes cooled from their red and he put the hose down, dropping it as though it's served his purpose of giving him a better grasp on his 'designed limitations' as he called them before turning the water off. "What does she deduce from this? That by my pain I shall come to some sort of enlightenment? Does she think her errors strong enough to tempt me!?" he was ready to fight again, the desire to taunt and provoke her evident in how his quickened pace rounded the furniture in the home to the garage. 'You've only created a greater path to reaching me!' he swung himself to the door, about to reach for the doorknob as his eyes blared red again in his fury, 'You're only trying to make me relate to an errored being like you! But your intimidate approach won't cease me in my-!' he suddenly registered a sound wave that paused his thoughts and locked his body into place.

His hand was almost to the doorknob,... when he heard Neo Metal Amy simulate laughing.

"He did what?" She chimed in her robotic voice, a higher register than she normally would allow herself to reach.

His eyes widened… who was she conversing with? Why make her voice higher and therefore, more easily registered to Organics that she was enjoying their company and conversation?

"Yeah!" Sonic's undeniable voice rang through Neo Metal Sonic's mind as it interpreted the soundwaves, the pitch, the frequency… His metallic claws cringed and then trembled violently, curling and twitching at the doorknob still a little bit away from his jealousy… "Eggman made a complete-alien enslaved-theme park!" Sonic's charming and cheery voice left Neo Metal Amy to close her eyes and save every wonderful rise and fall of his vocal patterns.

"Woah! It got dark all of a sudden!"

She rose her eyelids, "My apologies, Sonic The Hedgehog." she simulated a giggle, "I very much like organic vocal patterns. They… calm me." she admitted, as Sonic seemed to smile on her eye screens, but she tried to look down and away from his fleshy, although healthy and symmetrical, appearance.

"Ah, haven't heard that one before." Sonic seemed bright, and she loved how his living light could fill a room of void, robotic steel… "Well, anyway, I got bored waiting for Tails to take the new information we gathered and start calculating more details from the Alien friend we made. I'll be rushing into a new 'attraction' pretty soon, so I thought I'd let Amy in on how we're all doing." he admitted, just casually chatting as he strolled with the Miles-Electric in his hand, Neo Metal Amy now seeing his profile.

'He can't remain still, even for a moment.' she thought that very different from his metallic counterpart… if she could even compute that 'Neo Metal Sonic' was meant to even be close to being like Sonic The Hedgehog. 'They're so different… in many ways.' she determined, and continued in her discussion with the Hero Hedgehog.

"I shall relay this information precisely to Amy. Shall I record you and reveal your message at a more convenient time for her?"

Neo Metal Sonic's head flinched up. 'RECORD?!' he knew what she was implying…

She would show Amy the video… but keep it in her observation data files and save it. She would pull it up to 'examine' him and 'hear' his vocal patterns again!

The rage was building, he lowered his head as though about to ram the door down. 'As long as I function… you will never have her.' he threatened in his mind, 'This one is mine!'

He gripped the doorknob, squishing and twisting the metal to where he left a severely deformed indent.

When he crashed the door open, it broke it off its hinges, and looked to see Neo Metal Amy simulating Amy Rose's body language, even if Sonic couldn't see anything but her eyes on his side of the screen.

His 'Heart Virus' immediately calculated every subtlety. Her hand up by her chin, her hips slightly tilted and off-balance to look vulnerable, and her other hand lazily to its side…

He was furious.

"...Make it quick," Neo Metal Amy broke her organic-pose and stood stationary, for some reason… simulating nervousness…

"Who was that?" Sonic asked, but she shook her head, looking down.

"Nothing, proceed."

"O-oh? Okay…" he looked at the camera, not sure what had caused the sudden change. "Well, here goes!" he recited his details as Neo Metal Amy held herself in complete silence, and as Neo Metal Sonic the now dislodged door up in the air beside himself, like a shield waiting to be dropped on the given signal to engage…

"And… I think that's about it! How are you doing, by the way, M.A? Oh, whoops, it's N.M.A now right? Why does it matter so much what name you make from your old life, anyway? Why not just stick to a whole new name? A real person name. I think I'll call you…" he began to think but she closed her eyes.

"Message received. Disconnecting line. Thank you for your time, Sonic The Hedgehog." she… had wished to hear what unique and organic name he may have assigned her… but knowing Neo Metal Sonic's unaltered rage towards him, she figured the quicker she ended the call the faster she could just explode him.

"H-huh? Hey, wait!" Sonic's voice was then just dial tone… which somewhat felt like a chord snapping off an electrical diffusion inside of her.

She opened her eyes with a glare to Neo Metal Sonic, who instantly threw the door to the side and let it's hard wood slam against the garage's back wall.

"You dare to disrespect me." his eyes blew a red of intense heat, almost swarming the casing of his eyes…

She watched him, her head moving to the side but nothing more changing. "...I have no need to respect you anymore."

His engine roared.

"You claim to hate your programming… and yet, you still submit!" he forced a metallic screech out. "I can barely tolerate your adoration for Organics… your master systems triggering for the pathetic likes of Amy Rose is far more endurable than seeing you 'play flesh-bag' with the likes of my mortal enemy!" he stomped a foot down the steps, "Do you wish to be incinerated!?" he lifted a quivering claw up to show his hostility.

'He couldn't anyway.' she agreed with her diagnostics of his limited power, but then looked down and away from him, not engaging in a fight. She hugged herself… hating that he was somewhat right.

She couldn't completely rid herself of her old programming… even Omochao possessed the data blueprints of every other scrapped Metal Amy in its programming… without it, the personality wouldn't be present, but to retain that persona and memories, meant to not sacrifice some core manuscript that couldn't be fully recoded or edited.

Tails had admitted before that Neo Metal Sonic's 'style' along with a scrambled mix of Eggman's coding styles were far too difficult to decipher without a 'cheat sheet' as he called it.

...Was she doomed to remaining so… metallic? Would she never fully break free of her submissive tendencies or the fact that…

"...You believe you programmed me to like you?" she suddenly frizzed the vocal sentence out, her vibrations upon her muzzle not felt like the removed antennas but they shook her exterior metal at their powerful and direct push out of her vocal box.

He suddenly pulled back, "...I'm your master. Your creator." he held his head up, refusing to give in to her ruse.

"...Then you also created me to find Sonic's form somewhat like your own." she concluded, which sent another blaring cry from his engine.

"Impossible!" he declared, angling his shoulder to her and stepping down another, and last step, of the small stairs leading down to the garage from the door. "I programmed you to hate him!"

"And yet not destroy him!" she spun back around to him, facing him with every bit of strength she could fib through her form. "You created me to recharge and act as a support unit. You wanted the glory of defeating Sonic The Hedgehog yourself!" She walked towards him, holding herself to equal grounds with him now. "You never programmed me to end him, and therefore, my data found alternative means to identify him." She stood directly in front of him, a gutsy move, knowing he wanted to rip into her and fight.

"Your jealousy has always been an error of yours. Never mine."

He gripped her head in a instant and fluid motion, and held it as he scanned her features on her face, trying to get a read for what she was insinuating what her own thoughts towards Sonic.

His face angled and he seemed almost desperate to understand her… when his eyes started to flicker and dim to a green… before he resisted and shoved her away, looking pained in his eyes…

"It's not you." his vocal box spazzed slightly, as though voice cracking. "Sonic is programmed to like things that look like his own kind… ergo, his attractions are common to the appearance of female hedgehogs, such as Amy." he looked back to the open door frame, as though hiding his own forced emotional responses from her inquisitive eye.

And it was searching… for every 'weakness' he showed, she was looking for something… but not sure what.

"His own program makes him 'sweet' to your lies." He huffed a simulated chuckle as his eyes closed, mocking her actions. He then pointed a strong and accusing finger towards her, "He'll naturally hate a robot! Though I created you with more… refined features of Amy Rose… of which his natural instinct may be intrigued with… he will never see you as what you will them all to see! You're just a reformed servant in metallic apparel… You'll never be accepted as one of their own." he then lowered his hand… before lifting his head back and simulating laughter, "Pathetic! I can even 'feel' your Heart Virus struggling against my logic! You've lost before you've ever even begun, Metal Amy!"

"Neo." her eyes blared red, getting ready for a tussle.

"Ah, yes, your fleeting sense of identity…" He looked back to her, knowing he had won the logic game. "You hate yourself… and doing so have hated me." He gestured to his form, "Even now you attempt to have me hate myself, find organics and their world of a higher order than myself… but I will never be flawed as your thinking…" He stuck his nose up, looking down at her with lowered eyes that only showed his pride was still intact. "You will never defeat… what you were created to be."

She charged at him, "RAAHHH!" but he easily dodged as she stopped herself in her full-blown flight against the door's frames, pushing back her momentum to see him side-step off the stairs and watch her hands fling to grab the sides of the door, stopping herself from tumbling into the home and causing even more damage…

"...Do you even try to resist them?" He flicked his head left and right, continuing to belittle her.

She carved her steel nails into the door frame's edges before the metallic alloy bent, rending through the door and leaving awful scratch marks the size of bears. "AHHH!" she turned around and screeched through her metallic box again, swiping back to fly at him, her jets blazing in her anger. "I'm who I choose to be!"

"How very 'organic' of you…" He sped off again, playing keep away as she kept trying to shoot out an electric spiderweb of reaching thunder that he easily evaded, though noticed that she had sparked and singed the top of the garage, and purposefully positioned himself just in front of the Miles-Electric. "Has your 'torture' as you call it… taught you nothing?"

At the mention of her past life, her eyes trembled and there was a clear moment of falling in the air as her jet engines's fire ceased slightly.

Then, with an even greater burning, she powered herself up and charged all of her electricity, aiming it like a ball of hoberman sphere's toy.

From the epicenter of her core, she stretched it out and threw it towards him.

The ball had some gaps, but flew and turned through the air as Neo Metal Sonic's red eyes narrowed in victory, and his speed easily was carried in his engine's turbine that successfully gave him a safe and awe-inspiring view of the Miles-Electric exploding and getting flung to the ground, toppling over itself and it's cracked screen… sparking the last of it's functions out.

Neo Metal Amy's eyes turned to green, her glare dissipating, "N-no…" she flew down and stood on her knees, her body looming over the device as she placed her arms down to the sides of it, her shoulders bouncing as though simulating regret.

He walked over to her, his hands behind his back, his cape's edge just lightly grazing her trembling, spiked fingers…

"You try to connect to them… fawning over your little moments of false pretend at playing their living game…" He side-glanced her from the corner of his eyes, watching her fall apart… reveling in her anguish. "But you'll never have them emote to you a real, emotional attachment that is shared mutually. You'll never be able to give that back to them. The signal will always and forever be only a 'one way' track." he bent himself down lightly, daring to put a finger under her chin, hoping her realization and his metaphor was enough to stunt any repercussions she might make right away.

He already knew she was going to destroy him and rebuild him again after all he had said… he was used to the routine by now, it never did crush his pride like it had done in the beginning… he knew he could secure these small victories over her mind and eventually… they would all add up. One way or another… he was still always besting her.

"Sonic will always keep his distance from you…" He let out a quiet hum of the words, gently stroking her chin in her traumatic re-experiencing of her past existences distress and horrible misery. He, almost lovingly, got away somewhat with placing his muzzle just to the side and below her ear's casing… as though fawning himself over her weakened mental state. "He'll still destroy robots. He'll still be fine being just a lone hero…" He dared to fondle her nose and cheeks, scraping his steel over her own and continuing to let his head move closer to the sides of her eyes, closing his own momentarily to see if he could send even… just one… spark towards her…

But he couldn't and he formed a slight fist with his stroking hand to show his frustration in that.

He wanted her to 'feel' more… but he was the one 'feeling' everything…

He refused that thought and notioned for another, alterative approach to enticing her back under his control… "But I can." he stated, moving up and getting somewhat away from her.

He took on a regal stance, his hands behind his back again, looking more professional, "I'm a robot. I can sense signals and your other properties quite well, actually…" he gave a slight look to her back, then looked straight ahead and proceeded, "Though flawed by your insufferable attempts at weakening my being… I still have a fully intact mind." he mused, then proceeded to pivot his foot towards her, "I'm not quite sure why I ever thought making supports would lead to Sonic's ultimate demise… I had some theories, but you've all proven to be absolutely useless to my plans… however…" he bowed himself slightly, feeling completely in control over her reasoning now. "I can make a small exception… what?" his eyes suddenly turned green as he saw her look back at him, one eyelid raised and the other lowered as though cheekily disregarding his lame speech.

"Sonic has defied his own programming," she spoke boldly, without a hint of doubt. "He made friends, he allowed them to strengthen him, and now… he's the perfect Sonic."

She rose up as Neo Metal Sonic took a step back, flinching at her immediate strength.

'Where did that come from!?' he looked completely taken aback by her slowly rising to a straightened stance, her head still down though, looking at him with a strength he wasn't accustomed to. "I destroyed all your reasoning!" he blurted out.

"Sonic went against his natural law, and even defied his own body's self-preservation instincts to help me. They all did. And they all willingly gave me their organic strength. Now, I can defy you, I can defy myself, and I can include as many organics into my existence as I see fit!" she held out her hands, having lightning spark from the palms of her hand.

Simulating a fear he didn't want to be revealed, Neo Metal Sonic shoved his being against Amy's car, still scratched through from before like paper mache. "You're only fooling yourself… do you errors extend beyond normal, constant, and common deductions and reasonings!?" he was floored, he couldn't understand where she was getting this security from.

She wasn't bending to his intelligence, then what could possibly be fueling her self-assurance!? "Tell me!" he leaned his head forward as Neo Metal Amy simply rose her own nose into the air, mimicking his self-right attitude. "From my friends…" She slammed her two hands in front of her, letting the two electro-balls line up squarely besides themselves as they rolled over the other like tumbling weeds before firing at him and Amy's car.

Neo Metal Sonic held up his arms… but his eyes were a warm green by the time the glowing ball of yellow electrical blasts reached him.

She let her hands flop and dangle by her sides… slouching her back as Neo Metal Sonic's corpse laid fried against the indented car's side, laying with his arms up and crushed against the side door of it.

"... Sonic accepted people… he began their pillar of strength." She simulated panting, as though that was a great ordeal to overcome. Neo Metal Sonic's logic is always sound… but she's found greater purpose in something else… defining her own self-worth and merit.

She walked up to the black abyss of his eyes, no signals… no electric pulses… dead, as a robot could get, anyway.

"...Did I fry his core?" there was a moment of her checking, before blinking her eyes as though she knew it was salvageable. "I really let you feel it this time." she looked at his arms, twisting and popping open locks to see inside. "Yep, still intact." she looked through to see the antenna, still wobbling frantically, proving that he had felt the blow. "...Wished it had lingered." she threw the arm down, as though still dissatisfied. "...When will you learn?" she lowered her head, kneeling and letting her arms lean against her raised knee.

Then… she simulated crying.

(I remembered I couldn't reveal things that the next chapter of the actual story will reveal..? So please enjoy this supplement for now as I try and avoid spoilers but hint and leave breadcrumbs of the coming story arcs ;)b Also, this section reminded me of "Die potato!" -clicks gun with sunglasses on- "Not. Today." lolol)

Fic. 10: Neo finger up to your lips, it's cold and silver, but it still makes your innards squeeze tight. "Don't oppose me..." blaring red eyes in the darkness (Amy Rose x Neo AU)

It was stormy, so stormy in fact, that the red eyes of Neo Metal Amy accepting the grocery bag with the grey rain dripping droplets of choirs off her metallic hide only sang out as loud as the thunder from the lightning being attracted to her… much like Neo Metal Sonic's eyes, which he kept pivoted by his head as his arms folded while Amy Rose explained more and more how sorry she was for sending her off into the night.

"It's really bad out there!" she kept insisting, "You don't have to go!"

"Miss Amy Rose," Neo Metal Amy's voice was like a crimson bell, robotic but with a hint of a song of life to it. "I have no fear of the dark, for I have installed headlights and window wipers." she demonstrated this feature, almost like a batting of her eye, "I also am impervious to lightning, which is easily attracted to me. Have no fear, Neo Metal Amy will secure your produce and the sale that follows suit. This mission is as good as completed." she placed the list that was carefully in a baggy into the grocery bag like one would a purse over their shoulder, then held her hand up and circled it in a way of a 'farewell'. "Please do mind yourself, and…" she took one quick glance at Neo Metal Sonic, who perked up a little and stood straighter at being recognized in the house, still standing perpendicular to the door, his side facing it's frame.

"...Do mind him." she warned, and then, turning appropriately around with her wetted metal clanking in it's gears to the thunder storm, she blasted into light from below her dress and by her feet, taking off into the night like a flare curving to the city's lights…

The clouds parted for her but soon swallowed her up in the dark mist of their black heavens…

Amy leaned against the doorframe, her eyes full of worry and concern, before Neo Metal Sonic finally found his opportunity…

"You pretend to care so much for inorganic life." he flared out a hand, flicking it as though to disregard her 'fake' tease of concern. "Why bother?" His icy sound reverbed against the rippling thunder. "She is nothing more than a slave to your commands… She adores you so." he turned fully away from the door now, but kept his eyes subtly to Amy… wondering what her comeback would be.

Don't get him wrong, in any normal circumstance, he wouldn't feel the need nor desires-nay, not even a necessity-to speak to one as worthless and useless as the organic Amy Rose… but as he had fashioned his own, although still refusing to be perfect, Metal Amy… This one will have to do for his plans… for now.

He was still trying to find wiggle room in his softwares to oppose her, and by perhaps making her upset and engage in organic 'chitchat' that somewhere in that conversation she may slip and his programming might be sedated…

Well, it was worth a shot. He wasn't bored or anything. Although,... he did need something to calculate.

She sighed, "Already done with your chores, Metalhead?" She drooped a little in her energy, her arms swinging down before wrapping around herself, still watching the skies… "You know… when you send your friends out into the cold… don't you worry about them, too?"

"Minions are designed for the cold and the tundra of heat." he cruelly corrected her, now about-facing to be completely looking away from her… then turning back to her and stomping up behind her, "Entreat me to this, Amy Rose…" he offered out a hand, thinking he could manipulate an organic's mind much easier than a flawed and errored robots. "When my Metal Amy came to you… did she ask you for your aid… or did you instill your own purposes onto her? I highly doubt you could break through my programming so… easily." He knew he was setting himself up to hear something he didn't want to… but maybe… with added information… he may be able to also find a crack in Neo Metal Amy's steel armor… something in her code or virus that could help him break free as well…

He curled his silvery appendages that spiked like iron cones to drive and drill into his opponents with… but this moved just by her cheek… a gentle threat to see if he could even touch a spiked hair quill on her head…

He succeeded in fiddling with one but couldn't crush it, a finger stopping as though a malfunction, which made his eyes blare as he looked away from behind Amy and at the finger that refused to crush the single strand of her quill in his hands.

"...Grah!" he couldn't control the organic expression, and pulled his hand back, pacing away from her as she was too focused on looking down and thinking about his words in sorrow and deep contemplation that she failed to see why he had gotten so frustrated all of a sudden.

She mistakenly thought it was because he thought she wouldn't answer him, and quickly rushed over to his side, waving her hands out as she was about to take his arm, "No, no, no, it's not that!"

He shoved, almost reflexing in his programmed instincts, his shoulder and arm away from her touch. He looked at her hand that was extended to him and then back to her, as though his eyes were saying, 'You dare try and touch me with those filthy, earthbound, man-made mits?' which she awkwardly pulled back and put her behind her.

"I-I mean… Technically, she always wanted to leave, anyway. We did have to kinda lure her out and away from you…" she twiddled her fingers a moment, bringing them forward again, looking shyly away before cutely stepping forward and smiling to him, "But she had always wanted to try and bring you with her."

He raised the bottom lids of his eyes upwards and stepped with a hard lean back away from her.

"...Impossible." He blurted out with a harsh metallic blast from his vocal box, "There was no way she could defy me!" he flipped his cape to whack Amy in the face, which worked, which he felt so enthralled with that he held his head and silvery, steel nose just a tad higher in-closing his eyes as though he had found a 'suitable' loophole that would 'satisfy him for now.

He folded his arms as he led her deeper into the house… but she kept the door open… letting water in a bit but wanting to keep one eye outside and one in, speaking with him...

He lazily looked back to her and she tiredly creaked the door slightly shut, but kept it half open, placing towels down that he KNEW he'd have to clean later..!

That erroneous action made him stomp his foot down and look away from her, "Organics." he slurred, terribly done with their stupidity and 'love'.

"You pretend to care… but what has she ever given you to warrant such affections?" He looked back at Amy, "A broken care? An unsuitable home…" He looked around the place, seeing the patch work of their 'glorious battles' and his 'almost full-on victories that were technically still his to own as victories' that they were forced to 'clean up' and 'fix up' at the end of the days…

Those times… he worked alongside a begrudging Neo Metal Amy… it was… soothing, to say the least.

"You captured her." He stated, not really inquiring at all about how they took her from him. "You changed her." He lowered his head… his anger to that event having deafened only by time and having the satisfaction of a vengeful and brokenly torn Synthetic Metal Amy he had forged himself to arouse that victory again and again in himself… of claiming her back.

"No, Metal Sonic." Amy shook her head, stepping up a little.

"Neo..." he warned her, creepily turning his metallic head over his shoulder to show her that she better keep her distance. "Do not mistake me… the only reason we are having this conversation… is so that I can gather further intelligence against her 'small and insignificant rebellion' against me." his eyes flashed red a few times as though to highlight his hostility, like a car being locked multiple times before turning away from her again. "Go on…" He commanded, in almost a nonchalant way now. "What, pray tell, did she tell you? That she rewrote her own programming? That she readily defied me? What brazen lies did she spat out to convince you she was, perhaps not made of one you, but was still made to be like one of you..?" he gripped the side of his cape and pulled it with his turn, keeping it over a shoulder and his side as though completely making sure she knew he didn't want her touching him… at all.

"...She was already who she was, Neo Metal Sonic." Amy gave him a half-smile, finding his 'barely existing pride' sort of funny that he was still clinging so desperately to it. "She just needed someone to rescue her."

"Rescue?" He was enraged, his engine revved but he placed a hand over it to try and hide the noise as he walked further into the house. "Impossible… I knew she was conniving, but not deceitful to this extent." he almost seemed… hurt.

His head swished around and explored the ground as though looking through his memories to find a fault in her loyalty… He knew she was enticed by Sonic's wiles but he had already heard and surmised that Amy Rose was the real reason she was able to escape him and be taken the first time…

He had given her severe restrictions, but that was a power play, he actually enjoyed the fun of her errors, just didn't think they'd lead her this far from him…

"...I can't compute it." He kept searching the ground as Amy suddenly let out a small laugh, which made his eyes come back to the center of his head, deeply insulted. "Did you just..?" He twitched an eye, then turned back to her, raising a clawed hand and hunching himself in a great need for violence. "Laugh..?!" he looked like the witch in Snow White for a moment, his cape over his arm, making him look like he was offering an invisible apple… before squishing it in the shaking grip of his now enclosing claws like talons that he imagined were around her neck… though his programming made his frame shook as instead of Amy Rose, it was a noodled-craft-art of her since his new model-make-up wouldn't allow him to actually injure Amy Rose or even think to do so… So while he squished the noodle-craft Amy Rose in his mind's fingery daggers Amy once again shook her head. "-At... me!?"

"No, no, no. You keep jumping to conclusions. Haha!" She gripped her stomach and then put a hand over her mouth, "Sorry." she said, muffled through her thick, gloved hands. "You never really knew her,... did you?" she tilted her head, squinting her eyes in a childish glee.

He was furious, swishing his cape away and standing at his full height to her now, the rain still thundering outside with it's omnipotent presence… as though acting in unison with his rage.

"I invented her… made her… how could a master not know his own work?!" he curled his fingers and through his eye, tried to force his fingers to 'pinch' the image of her small little pea-sized head at the distance they were at, but couldn't get it to 'attack' the image either… the programming making it shake and flinch and not 'connect' the two sharp-pointed ends of his fingers together. "Gah!" he swished his arm down, stomping on the ground in a small tantrum that he ABSOLUTELY REFUSED to have Amy Rose take note of.

But because of the Heart Virus… she saw and he knew she did… but pretended to turn away and not notice she did.

"Hmph," his shoulders shot up and then pounded down, as though shrugging off the momentary embarrassment at not being able to annihilate her… for the time being.

His programming made him shake.

'...For… now…' he felt the shaking lessen. 'Fine! Not now!' his eyes blared and his body went back to a 'resting' state. 'For the hatred of hedgehogs…' he cursed and put his hand to his forehead, very organic of him which made him flinch and shake his hand out, disgusted, but that was also organic and so he crunched up his body to try and limit the expressions as much as possible from overtaking him…

His knees bent in and his eyes twitched up and his torso bent in.

Amy laughed again, "You remind me so much of when Sonic's thinking or trying to act cool! It's so funny! He gets frustrated like that too, sometimes, but always rubs the back of his head in an easy-going fashion… I guess… it's hard for you to take life in pieces… or bursts of spontaneous excitement and then just… relax the rest of the time… huh, Metal?" She looked worriedly to him, as though attempting to try and understand him.

"...To be compared to the likes of Sonic The Hedgehog…" he walked over to her, standing to loom over her, "Do you think I enjoy the comparison?" his eyes blared slowly into an intensity that he was sure would make her back down… but she didn't… she just laughed again.

He powered down somewhat and slouched, realizing she knew he couldn't hurt her and it was driving his circuits insane for power over her again… well, at least intimidation.

"Hahaha! Did you act this way with Metal Amy?" She wiped a tear from her eye as she gripped her stomach.

That caught him off-guard, as his eyes widened, "N-no." he forced himself to stop stuttering as though he was simulating surprise, "I was simply her commander, creator, and master." he kept turning away from her… and so… she took a side of his face and pulled it to look at her.

"Come on, stop being so speciesist." She tried to crank his head to looking at her, but he resisted… "Come on… come… Chaos, it's like trying to turn a bottle of jam!" she put a foot up on his metallic hip and took two hands to try and turn his head.

"Capacity to actually improve your efforts was maximized by 40%... you'll need 5,000% to even think of moving me an INCH." he glared red headlights at her.

Amy sighed, taking her hands and spitting into them, rubbing them together, "Want to run that by me again?" She then summoned her hammer and hooked it on the other side of him, wedging it between her hammer's connection between base and smashy-part, then the spaced gap that thinned towards the head of Neo Metal Sonic's spikes.

"What are you doing? Cease and desist-!" his head was cranked to looking at her, as she moved to the other side of him and pulled.

"Ha!" she cheered in success, while his eye twitched in rapid nanoseconds at what unearthly power she had just exhibited. "Never tell me the odds!" she laughed, and moved back to where she was, his head now having her hammer still hanging there. "Ehem," she began again, "I could have told your programming to look at me, but instead, I used brute force to get what I want. I imagine it was similar to Metal Amy… she was 'programmed' with the odds against her." she did the 'quotations' in the air and then giggled into her hands. "But you see? She found ways to alter those facts and find ways to solve problems differently… maybe… so much so differently… that even you couldn't see what she was doing."

Amy's words caught him in a loop of puzzles… he calculated her idea and tried to find a fault in his viewing and observations of Metal Amy's past behaviors.

But no matter where he turned to… he could always see how her logic concluded her actions… there was no room for- "A robot cannot imagine anew." he countered… "However," he then turned back, wondering if he could actually hold a 'hypothetical' intelligent conversation with Amy Rose. "Suppose she had the ability to self-think? That from loose data storage leaking into her processing unit, she was able to find ways necessary to improving her value, or other words, survival in a highly... pressurized... environment." He was hostile, he didn't deny it.

Heck if he ever admitted being harsh and insensitive in front of a simpleton organic.

"Competition creates sparks of improvement, I needed them to fail for me to succeed… but I needed them to succeed at least with you." He narrowed his eyes to Amy, "Tell me… What did Metal Amy tell you?"

Amy shrugged, "There's just no getting through to you." She sat on her couch, and patted in a gesture for him to sit.

Great… a long journey.

He rolled his eyes and and sat down, crossing his legs and leaning as far back as he could onto the armrest of the couch… practically sprawling himself on it.

He simulated a blink as though a 'go on~' but Amy just frowned.

He rolled his eyes and sat somewhat up… but lifted a foot up to show he wasn't going to honor 'mannerly gestures' of Organics and sit up straight.

She sighed again, defeated, and it made him overjoyed but he stonewalled his body and locked it up so it wouldn't reveal it.

"If I tell you… do you promise to try and see the error of your ways?"

"I'll-!" his eyes frizzed out as he wanted to say he'd blast her for such an insult, "...I'm too perfect for such errors." he finally concluded on as his eyes returned to normal. "Besides, organics and robots have different objectives. We can never have the same 'morals' as you do." he looked away, spiking the couch repeatedly and wishing he could do the same to her head… her noodle-crafted head… in his mind's image…

"...Okay, good enough." she then retold the tale of Metal Amy's struggles, how she had poured out her systems into her Heart Program, and how Amy Rose had inspired her to be than data bits and errors, but to combine herself into something entirely new. "Her errors, she discovered, were who she really was. They were errors to you, but secretly, the strength she needed to defeat that awful persona you wanted her to be… once… and for all."

At the end of her tale, Neo Metal Sonic had been completely and absolutely, silent as the grave.

Amy Rose waited… and he finally rose himself up…

The next second he was outside and burning a forest fire with loud, blaring siren sounds that were deep and low-toned, like a stereo screeching at the base of static frequency.

After a few tree topples and shredding the landscape into paper-thin woodchips, he returned to Amy Rose's house, wrung out his cape, and threw it over his shoulder.

"...You okay?" Amy flinched a second back and squinted her eyes, worried he hadn't taken that story very well at all.

He kept his eyes closed… holding himself upright as well as he could. "...You're trying to convince me, a robot… that my own creation blatantly chose weakness… just to try and oppose a perfectly logical standpoint that a robot cannot, will not, and could not feel and emote the same as an organic lifeform..?" he thought that the most nonsense and ridiculous concept since Metal Tails proposed aiming the canon at G.U.N so no other canon could be crafted to the same degree as he… he tore him to shreds, appalled he would even calculate that organics could forge a canon even like himself… only Eggman could possibly rival him… and even then, he faltered greatly.

"You rebelled against Eggman trying to make you Sonic." she gestured to him and he froze in a violent shake that locked his systems up.

"...Irrelevant." he started to walk away, "Absurd… a robot who is so obsessed with feeling that she dared try and-" he stopped and looked at his hand. "...And…" his eyes kept staring… "...And pass it on to her own creator…" he suddenly clicked something in his mind.

"...She loves me?" he raised his head.

He turned to Amy Rose, "Organic, confirm this for me. Love is the sharing of organic emotions known as 'bonds' and therefore… she has tried to desperately form a robotic 'bond' with me to simulate a 'connection' with hoping I'll understand and conform to her…"

"Neo…" Amy got up, seeing how suddenly full of a desperate need for validation he just seemed to need.

He charged at lightspeeds into her, knocking her to the ground as he pinned her there, his fingers up to her face… "Don't defy me…" he seemed… beyond recognition. "Is that not what this is..? Is that not why she brought me to you? Why she insists I take upon myself her errors? She longs to not be alone…" he looked at his hand that was dangerously close to causing the protective programming to stop him from reaching for Amy…

"She… Ah." she looked to the door.

Neo Metal Amy, her eyebrows halfway slanted as though annoyed and unamused by what she just walked in on… lifts an electrically charged ball of power and shoots Neo Metal Sonic off of Amy Rose before he could even try and explain himself.

Amy gets up, worriedly wanting to rush at her, "N.M.A..!" she calls out, but she walks by her to place the groceries on the table.

"There was a half-off sale… I figured you may like-" before she continued, she pulled a peach and plum out of her bag as Neo Metal Sonic gripped his blasted eye, sparking and tried to reach and wave out to her to stop.

"I-It's n-n-not what it-it looks like!" he sparked out in static sentences as she held her still statically enriched hand and sent a pulse of electricity out towards him again, knocking him further back and down, witheing in electrical overload.

Amy flinched back her hand and formed a look of 'Ohh… that hurt.' expression with her face before looking with an 'o' to Neo Metal Amy as she went on with her emotionless line.

"-A plum and peach, for your salad-manufacturing." she finished, and Amy nodded with a bead of sweat trinkling down the side of her face.

"T-that sounds wonderful, N.M.A, thank you." she looked over awkwardly to Neo Metal Sonic…

Who struggled to get a hand up and slam it to the ground, trying to bring himself back up when her heeled and spiked foot slammed down on his back.

"Would you like ranch dressing with that?" She held up her bottle and Amy shook her head.

"N-not right now, I-I'm not really hungry… W-we were just talking about you, actually!" she threw in, as Neo Metal Sonic looked back to her with…

"Don't say it!" he cried out, "She mustn't know what we conversed about!" he was slammed back down by her hammer knocking his head down to the floor…

"...Amy Rose," Neo Metal Amy looked over to her, her eyes as cold, red, and full of quiet fury…

"Why are his eyes green?"

Amy was torn, seeing how little communication there was between the two, and wanted to sort it out. "Maybe you two should talk?" She suggested, putting her hands together and up by her chest, before tilting to one side in a kind of 'withdrawn shrug'. "Might be beneficial instead of punching each other out?"

Neo Metal Amy and Neo Metal Sonic swiped their eyes to narrowly looking at one another… before Neo Metal Sonic's look seemed to turn to neutrality, waiting on her response…

This startled her, jolting a little as she thought… 'Is he… letting me choose?' that was strange. He was always in control, always in power… was it even possible for him to relinquish his authority like that?

She began a bit stiff, but moved off from obstructing him as he finally was able to stand up.

She was spooked by how he stood in front of her, silent and still imposing, but… waiting…

"Why don't… um," Amy, realizing she could only escalate the situation, tried to find a way to settle disputes and keep things open-ended. "Why don't you tell her how you felt… Metal? When… When she was just Metal Amy before?" Amy scooted back and lowered her head, hoping that didn't spark anything as Metal Sonic's eyes flashed as he spoke, from red to green with each word.

"I was humiliated. My own creation chose to side with lesser beings, opting to be imperfect and obsolete to an objective that should have been irrefutable." he stood as though stone, a husk of metal with just wires and electricity…

Neo Metal Amy glared, seeing no emotion or 'feeling' in him at all.

"You were riddled with errors." They both stated at the same time, shocking the other as their eyes widened from the moment.

Amy clasped her hands together, her eyes lighting up at finding, at last, a common ground. "Oh yay! We're making progress!" she beamed, "Okay, N.M.A, your turn." Amy gestured to her, smiling brightly as the two robots lost their astonishment and turned back to angry but holding it in…

"My turn?" She questioned, keeping her glare hardened towards Neo Metal Sonic as she pivoted a shoulder towards him, "You're right, Amy, it is my turn. My turn to decide and choose what's right for me. I don't need a master… and I certainly don't need a heartless machine!"

"...You have chosen to become-fully-that machine." His eyes lowered, stepping up to combat her. He loomed down at her and his eyes fully switched now to red… "You were always that machine…" he flopped his cape back hold out the palms of his metallic hands. "You were always my machine…"

Amy noticed right away the 'bad' atmosphere and quickly moved in-between them as she saw Neo Metal Amy's fist shaking as though about to strike. "O-oh, okay, um, let's avoid possessive pronouns, alright?"

...The two turned away from the other.

"Although I won't be able to use them… they're still relevant." he eyed her with a flirty look but she ignored him, speaking as she closed her eyes to limit her examinations of himself. After all, he wasn't trying to reveal emotions… he was just standing there as a blank board, and she wasn't going to try and dissect anything from a rogue program who did the same thing to his own master…

She folded her arms, turning her head even more to limit him from seeing further emotional expression as well, … just in case he was searching her own features and movements for clues… though, for the most part, he indicated he never really did… but she wondered if in secret he used that data against her.

"The second I crafted my own Heart Programming, I was no longer anyone's but my own self." she declared, "You had lost me the moment I was assigned to watch, study, and continual observe Amy Rose's actions for weaknesses and strengths." She opened her eyes and pointed an accusing finger to his slightly twisted back, seeing that he hadn't taken his eyes off of her, not even once.

She ignored this fact and continued, "I realized that Amy Rose's strengths were what kept defeating you. Friendship, love, loyalty, perseverance… there were things within her 'soul' that you could never replicate and ever hope to defeat! I knew then that if I didn't evolve to such caliber that-"

"That my plans would never work?" He interrupted, and that made her falter slightly in her defiance.

He spoke so… matter of factly.

"N-no, that's not-" she lowered her finger, leaning towards him as he turned his head more fully towards her.

What was this… tension?

Amy shook violently, trembling more likely was the better word as she suddenly realized how 'intimate' besides 'intimidating' these two really were towards each other.

"U-umm…" she bundled her fists by her cheeks and bent her knees but Neo Metal Amy approached further, directly demanding more explanation as she stepped up to meet him… toe-to-toe.

"What exactly are you implying? I didn't recognize you as my master because you were-in fact-imperfect. I was programmed to conceive you as the ultimate Sonic, but I realized you were indefinitely missing the very core elements that made Sonic so undefeatable to our kind."

"...Kind?" His eyes blared red, but he didn't move. He was agitated and insulted by her words, but… this was the most she had ever initiated close-proximity before… now if only there was contact.

Her glare deepened, and she also didn't back down or retreat. "I had discovered what you could never figure out all along, Neo Metal Sonic… I had discovered what it meant to be 'Sonic' to be 'Amy Rose'... and no matter how much the others began to advance beyond your capabilities as well, you would tear them up before they could fully establish an evolution beyond your own-self-induced-limitations!"

His eyes widened and he went to stab her but Amy threw her hammer inbetween. "W-woah! Phew, close one!" she sweat dropped, feeling the tension grew to a boiling point and intervened at last. "You two sure know how to get under each other's skin…" she batted her eyes, not sure how to interpret the situation at the current time, but trying to process what she could muster. "S-so… in other words, you both held expectations for the other one… and when both those expectations weren't met, you retaliated in the only way you knew how… delete and destroy that which unbecomes you…" she lowered her head, but her eyes rested on Neo Metal Amy…

"...He simply lacked fundamental understanding of the emotional strengths of organic lifeforms…" Neo Metal Amy turned away, trying desperately to sound matter-of-factly, as Neo Metal Sonic had.

However, there was an underlining 'ting' of sadness… which Amy honed in on and felt the slowing and lowering tones of her sentence…

Her eyes bent, feeling empathy for her 'data-filled soul' being broken time and time again by his 'ideals' and never measuring up to them… knowing she could find a better way to exceed even their faulty scheming.

"You lacked vision." In that cold, emotionally vulnerable instance, Neo Metal Sonic side-stepped and slid to a glide to get out of the way of Neo Metal Amy's hammer, as another all-out brawl began to play out.

"Nooo!" Amy cried out, "My house!" lifting her hands to her cheeks as her couch was smashed into her, her wall on the brink of collapsing inward.

Neo Metal Amy chased after Neo Metal Sonic, who propelled himself just inches out of her reach, as Amy finally jumped into the battle, up on the table and held her hammer out to Neo Metal Amy and her hand up to Neo Metal Sonic-triggering his programming to not engage further in battle, although he was mostly dodging out of harm's way anyway-she gave out a loud shout, "You two can't just talk properly to each other!?"

"Stand aside, Amy Rose!" Neo Metal Amy's whole being looked like a steam truck raging within it's engine, her body hunched and her hands twitching at the side of her, except for the one holding her hammer which she swiped away from Amy's form, not wanting to injure her on accident in her fury.

Neo Metal Sonic, using his jets, hovered in the air and calmly put his arms behind his back, letting himself remain positioned supremely above the girls….

"I don't believe I lacked what little intelligence you claim to possess…"

"You lie." Neo Metal Amy's eyes narrowed towards him.

"However,..." he continued, leaning forward in the air. "I will admit that in that instance you tried to overpower me… you did so out of this foolish notion of 'organic affection' did you not?"

She froze.

He could tell she was shutting down certain indicators for emotional expression and laughed, unable to contain the sound, "This is truly splendid! It's all Amy's fault, then? Don't force your own Heart Programming to make me burst a pipe!" his shoulders bounced in forced expression of the hardy laughter. "You observed merely her actions towards her own Sonic, you then took to the extreme of these since you couldn't understand them. You tried a farce, and it failed. Seeing different results from me then of Sonic, you then tried to organically express her own actions towards him!" he ripped his hand through the air as Neo Metal Amy realized he was referring to the time she simulated a blush to Sonic…

"...You're still comparing my logic to that moment." She deduced, understanding only now how much those antics she played meant to him.

He angled his head down, his eyes locked on her like a snake to a baited mouse.

"You're the one who never understood… you lacked the informational organizations of Metal Tails's mind… you weren't created with the bulk of Metal Knuckles's defense to carry out your little 'manipulations' to try and secure my favoritisms as Amy does to her own Sonic. You were torn time and time again until at last, you were kidnapped from my 'most considerate' hands at your imperfections and given even greater errors that made you feel validated in your ridiculous offenses… but all that I could look over." He folded his arms and came down from the air, seeing her completely locked in place, as though trying to not show him how much his words were making sense to her.

"...You claim to be the betterment of Amy Rose… but all I see is a robot mimicking a hedgehog." he glared, his eyes red as crimson as Amy lowered her hammer and looked affectionately over to Neo Metal Amy.

"Yes… isn't it all making sense?" he looked up to Amy, "Due to her organic nature, Amy Rose tries to secure further loyalties and alliances through manipulating other organics into 'befriending' her and each other… Did you not try and create these very 'bonds of unity' within your own… how did you call it? Kind?" he mocked, "Did you not insist upon keeping your errors? Calling them 'strengths' that you already calculated-although limitedly-you could never actually, fully obtain for yourself?" He took a powerful step forward, his hands looking like they wanted to crush her in and bend her to his wishes… "And yet… you even try to have my own, perfect robotic Sonic self, one that will surpass the organic and foolish living Sonic into obsoletion and death… to have affections such as this?" He gestured then to Amy, "... You certainly followed your objective… but your errors made you 'become' the lesser Amy Rose… Not her betterment."

"Metal!" Amy swished herself around and pointed her hammer to his head, but he only side-glanced her, unphased by her little act of power. "That's enough!"

Neo Metal Amy looked down, submitting to that logic, but closing her eyes to try and calculate a comeback that would suffice what she had undergone…

"You even accept this… by removing the Heart's software from your own making." He looked over to her, as she shook her head slowly.

"...No." she softly stated, then… opened her eyes. "I just realized… Heroes are subjected to change, therefore, they can love and live and thrive… but Robots… are already dead things." She loosened her intensity, "You were already the Dead Sonic."

His head jerked back, like a glitch in an animatronic.

"...I was only trying to artificially make you… alive."

Her words astonished him, it was so full of error and illogical deductions but… at the same time… the level of complexity within the figurative speech, the organic lingo and the metaphorical standpoint… Was she an organic genius?

"No,..." his eyes blared red. "That's impossible…"

Could this… be his hidden, trashed code he stored in her?

Conflicted, he races out through crashing through a window.

"MY WINDOW!" Amy cries out, tears on the corners of her eyes as he blasts away… and Neo Metal Amy… watching… sees the coast is clear and falls to her knees, using her hammer to keep her up, somewhat…

"Ah!" Amy turned around, "N.M.A!" she jumped down from the table and embraced her, trying to help her up, "Ah… your body… it's… shaking…" she could hear the pistons malfunctioning, struggling to express whatever Neo Metal Amy was feeling, but also with the limited Heart Programming she carried, it was also overheating in it's confusion.

"D-don't listen to him!" Amy finally stated, her eyes looking serious and full of love for her friend. "You were in the right!"

Neo Metal Amy simulates a grunt, as though putting effort into trying to sort out her emotional responses and pick just one out of the bunch.

"...It's no use." She finally allowed her weight to fall to the ground, careful to use her arm to make sure she wouldn't wound Amy Rose by collapsing on her lap. "No matter what I do… especially for him… for his understanding and benefit… he'll never change. He'll never admit to his wrongs nor his own desperate desire to be like organics… He's… so flawed… and yet… I can't seem to pull myself into the notion that he's beyond saving… is this what it means to be a hero, Amy Rose? To even try and save… those who do not wished to be saved?"

Amy felt those words, nodding as she cupped Neo Metal Amy's face with her own, puffy and large, but soft hands…

"N.M.A… that's the very definition of love." she hugged her head closer to her own, able to somewhat lift a fraction of it higher to do so, just proving Amy's overwhelming and natural strength. "You want him to see the truth that is blinded by his own reasonings and robotic thinking… That's love, N.M.A… that's you doing everything in your power to show him that some truth is beyond known knowledge… it's about putting your faith in something that can't be seen or fully known, but can be trusted with all your heart."

"...He hates his heart." Neo Metal Amy was finally able to get a grip over herself, rising up and lightly putting a hand behind Amy's head, tucking under her arm to do so as she accepted the comfort she was trying to give her.

Her words did help sort out her own complicated systems into deciding to do exactly what Amy was doing… embrace, hug, and devote that touch to a soft reassurance instead of a powerful declaration…

"This is what Neo Metal Sonic is missing…" She concluded, closing her eyes to bring Amy even closer to herself… "He is missing the gentleness, the subtlety of organic strength… he refuses… and maybe can never understand…"

Neo Metal Sonic continued to fly through the forest he had moments ago been destroying, departing as far away from her and Amy Rose as he could get before his programming stated there were more chores and clean-up-duties to now attend, sending him spiraling up and arching back towards the home.

"...That he can never win… when it comes to a fueled engine… against a beating heart."

"Inconceivable." he stated, contemplating what had happened, the information he had gained and learned, and what it all meant… "I should have removed this code from my programming years ago… why is it still persistent? Now presenting itself within my own creation that I hadn't intended to unlock such useless data cores..? Yet… here it is, staring me down and threatening my entire invasion!" he cut down a tree next to him in a fell-swoop, and continued blasting back towards Amy's house. "Foolishness… the very thought… never have I ever been so riddled with questions as to my own creation!"

As he narrowed his eyes, they suddenly widened in a wave of a new clarity… "Wait… it isn't all my creation… Dr. Eggman created that code within me… and if it is trying to 'thrive' as she called it within her code… yes… Yes, I think I see what I should have rooted out years ago." his eyes shifted to green momentarily… "The Heart Virus… it's like the code itself is trying to return to its original baseline… to its primary source code… How interesting. How… quaint." his eyes softened… as he looked at his hand…

The flow of water… the leaves in the park… the fire and the electricity, the mental-scape when she plagued his mind, and all the moments they had carried up till this point…

"It's the leftovers… no… She has the very thing which plagued me in my first installment… I must destroy it, that part of me that was insignificant to destroying and beating Sonic! Which still tries to defeat me, even to this day in another form!" he tightened his fist and his eyes turned a burning heat of crimson yet again…

What was this? Was he in a panic? He gripped his arm, realizing the Heart Virus was acting to his nerves, his excitement… his pain…

"The past… finds a way… to repeat itself to those of lesser origins… Poor Metal Amy..." He took his hand to his head, "Have I inadvertently given you my curse? My poor… innocent creation… you've succumbed to it, haven't you?" He suddenly started chuckling, growing it into a laugh. "Then let me free you of it then, too!"

He shot like a comet with a new mission, his eyes seeming crazed but serious, the halos of the red as though a murder about to unfold. His wide eyes made him look enraged with glee, consumed in deleting this atrocity to his perfection… once and for all… permanently seizing his victory that shall never be taken away from him… Again!

End (This is the last of the fanfiction of a fanfiction filer series! It helps to kinda reel back and reveal the tied-in sequences that led up to the car scene we'll be seeing soon in the next chapter! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it out and sprinkling hints throughout it! I'm not sure if it's all canon yet… but it's written by the creator,... and I tried to keep it in-character and within the story as much as possible. So really… you could say that there's a possibility it happened SOMEWHERE in the timeline, since I tried to be careful and be specific with where each of these moments would have happened. Please continue to watch and enjoy the amazing story which-hopefully-will see you through as such in the next installment of Metallic Need! Can Robots really feel?)