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Fire burning destroy destroy anger rage kill hate hate hate hate!
This couldn’t be it...!
Rage cold fire burning freezing so much space too much too much room where where where where?!
This couldn’t be what’s left behind!
Empty cold cold destroy nothing left destroy destroy kill nothing empty alone alone alone alone alonealonealonealonealone--
“You can feel it, right? The slightest residue of Chaos Energy? You know this is how it’s going to end.”
Empty...
“This is the result of pure Chaos let loose on a dimension. You know it’s true.”
This empty void...This wretched silence...Surely there was something left! Something to touch! Something to break! Something to destroy!
Cold...
The destruction of everything! The end of reality! This was it! This was his goal, wasn’t it?! This is what he sought after!
“You would destroy everything to the point where not even time exists. There is nothing left. It all ends with this.”
Alone...
This...couldn’t be right...This can’t be his end goal, surely. He only wanted to...He just wanted...Only just a little...a lot...all of it...Why didn’t this feel right?! Why did this feel so hollow for him?! Isn’t this what he wants?!
...Is it...?
What...What did he want, if not this? Surely there was something he was missing?
“What’s on your mind, Super? Are you not happy to see it? The end of everything? You seek to destroy everything. Well, here is what it looks like when everything is destroyed.”
Destroy destroy destroy destroy destroydestroydestroydestroydestroydestroydestroy--
It was too much. He couldn’t think. He found himself going around in mental circles.
The bloodlust. The destructive hedonism. The desire to seek out and kill and maim and hurt and destroy destroy destroy destroy destroydestroydestroydestroy--
Why?! Why does it keep going back to that?! What else did he want?! Was this who he was? Why didn’t it feel like this wasn’t him?! He’s always had this want for carnage! Except for when he--
...No...It can’t be...
“I’ll send you back. Just, give it some more thought before you go back out there, ok?”
His feet touched the ground. Solid ground. The image of the interdimensional space cop fizzled away. All he could see was the world. Reality itself.
There was that urge to destroy. That urge to tear everything apart with his own two hands. That urge to snuff out life like a weak flame.
So why...Why did he still feel so cold? So empty? So alone...
He retreated into the very back of Sonic’s mind. He couldn’t handle it anymore. He thought he knew what he wanted, but when he was presented with the end goal...
What did he want?
What did he want?
What did he want?
What did he want?
What did he want?
What do I want?
He refused to go back out there. He refused to believe it. He refused to accept the idea that maybe his time as a weak, cowardly pacifist was who he really was without the Chaos Energy powering him!
What do I want? What do I want? What do I want? What do I want?
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