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Metal Sonic’s bright red eyes glared up at Eggman in anger. The bald, egg-shaped man himself sat in his pod, his maniacal laughter reverberating throughout the room and sending a chill down Sonic’s spine. It really didn’t help that the whole room was shadowed in darkness, the only sources of light being the flickering panels on the ceiling and all the different buttons and screens lining the consoles along the walls. Tails shivered, and gently pushed whimpering Cream- who was holding Cheese tightly in her arms- behind him protectively.
“Well well well,” Eggman finally spoke, ceasing his evil laughter for the moment. That terrible smile never left his face, however. “Metal Sonic has finally come home, after all these years.”
“Indeed, I have,” Metal Sonic replied, his death glare towards the doctor unwavering. Interestingly enough, the man had not made any comment whatsoever on his former slave's new paint job. “I have returned to fulfill my original mission… my original purpose. To defeat you, Doctor.”
Eggman’s smile faltered slightly at this declaration. Sonic whipped his head to the side, looking at his metallic twin in confusion. And then he remembered their previous conversation not too long ago. It was so easy to forget. But he didn’t get to finish this train of thought as Eggman interrupted, practically snarling at Metal Sonic, “Your original purpose was to serve me. To help me take control of this planet, and then afterwards, the multiverse! I made you what you are now- my greatest creation! There’s still time for you to finish your mission. Do so, and then I might consider… alleviating your punishment slightly.”
Metal turned his head and looked over at Sonic, and then at Tails and Cream, the gears of his mechanical brain whirring in thought. The robotic hedgehog then turned away, looking down at his hands. They were still shiny, despite everything they had been through. Despite all the damage he had sustained over the years, despite all the blood he spilled, despite all the point-blank explosions and many crash-landings… He could see the reflection of his face, the final result of Eggman’s terrible experiments. He examined his claws, marveling at them as he thought about how- with just a single swipe of one of his clawed hands- he could easily end an organic’s life just like that.
Eggman’s life.
Metal lifted his head, red eyes narrowed with years of pent-up rage. The mechanical hedgehog clenched his fists briefly before opening them back up, sharp claws extending. “No. That was your purpose for me. My purpose was to defeat you. My purpose is to defeat you. I am going to do what I should have done a long time ago, when I had the chance. And that is to end you.” He took a step closer, his eyes now lighting up- both literally and figuratively- with a murderous glee at the prospect. “I am not your ‘greatest creation.’ I am your biggest and your last mistake.”
With that having been said, Metal Sonic wasted no time and leapt towards Eggman, a clawed hand raised and ready to be brought back down in the name of death.
Some time ago… location: Green Hill Zone
Metal Sonic pulled the pilot’s jacket higher around his chrome shoulders, ignoring the tickling sensation left on his armoured cheeks by the aforementioned jacket’s faux fur. He’d stolen it, along with a G.U.N. plane carelessly left unattended, a few hours ago. In the past few weeks, Metal had grown bored of “laying low.” It wasn’t as if Eggman were here to reprimand him now anyways. The man did kick him out, after all. The incident with his rebellion against his so-called “creator” did not come without its repercussions.
Strangely enough, rather than reprograming or disassembling him, Eggman just kicked him out. Perhaps the doctor had simply gotten so tired of Metal’s failures that the robot’s rebellion had been the last straw, he simply decided that the robot was not worth his time and energy anymore. Eggman did let Metal off with the warning that if he ever got in his way in conquering the world, that he would not be so “merciful” next time.
In any case, the man had nothing to worry about.
Metal was done. He was done trying to prove that he was the real Sonic. He was done trying to take what was rightfully his.
The former badnik looked down at his feet and let out a sigh. Well, the robotic equivalent, anyway. Metal was still bored out of his mind. He’d crashed the plane he stole a few miles away- if he turned his head, he’d see that the wreckage was still blazing- and the Green Hill Zone wasn’t all that exciting. Not really much opportunity for crime. He sighed again and settled his hands into his lap, patting his legs quietly- the only sound being the soft clanks of metal against metal.
He needed to go somewhere.
Somewhere where he could do more evil, even if the crimes were only petty at best. Somewhere where he could steal another plane… and get a new paint job.With these thoughts having been turned into Metal’s new objective for the time being, the robot stood up, regarding the ugly green scenery with one last look of disgust before blasting off into the air.
He’d come back later with some explosives and gasoline, and give the Zone a fiery makeover or something.