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Mecha opened Sonic’s his newly acquired eyes.
For a moment he wondered if it had worked. That moment barely lasted though, the answer quickly becoming obvious with the overwhelming amount of new sensations he felt.
Things like the uncomfortable feeling of the cold and hard metal he’s on, his sight not being as clear as it once was, the feeling of cloth on his new hands and feet, his thoughts not being straightforward and easily calculating as they once were.
Despite all the downsides there was a grin plastered on his face. It worked! There was a strange, unfamiliar, yet good feeling inside himself.
‘Is this what real happiness feels like?’ He thinks to himself.
He goes to sit up… and quickly realizes he didn’t take something into account. Well, he technically did, it’s just that he didn’t anticipate this particular outcome.
He’s struggling to move.
And not due to the restraints. No, he had already took that into account and planned ahead. It would be foolish of him not to account for it. Therefore he made it so that seconds after the mind swap took place, the restraints would unlock.
This was something different. His limbs weren’t functioning properly. Not moving right.
He’d try to move an arm up and it would only move one part of that arm. Then when he managed to actually move it up, the arm would soon go totally limp and fall sideways. Almost like a ragdoll.
He ignores the small clanging he hears.
No longer did he feel happy, as a new emotion rised in it’s place. Anger in the form of frustration.
'Why is this happening?! This should be easy!’
But he failed to account for the fact that he’s been a robot up until recently, and therefore things might work differently. And then there’s the other, and much worse, thing he didn’t quite account for…
The pain.
Being a robot, Mecha had never actually felt pain before. He thought that the pain stuff couldn’t be THAT bad. As long as he’s careful he should be fine, right?
Yeah… no.
Sometimes when one of his arms falls back down, it hits the metal below him and it hurts. And if he moves the injured leg too much it starts to sting. Then there’s the noise he keeps involuntary making when he’s in pain.
'Whimpering, perhaps?’
A strange garbled and distorted noise comes from nearby. He’d momentarily forgotten, another thing he’s quickly come to hate about being organtic, the fact that his old body now had a new occupant.
There was some repeated clanging that followed shortly after.
'Is Sonic trying to move as well?’
Another new emotion swells within him at the other’s failed attempts. The need to persist, to not let all his efforts go to waste, to not be a failure. He’ll figure out how to operate the stupid body he now inhabits in order to destroy his old one, and Sonic along with it.
He’s determined see this through.
'I am NOT trash. That means I can’t let Sonic win! Can’t let this all be for nothing!’
So he tries to move. To get up. He tries and tries and tries as he bares through the pain. It seems so easy to just give up but he has to keep trying!
Finally, after what feels like forever, his efforts are finally starting to pay off. He’s still shaky but he’s gained some semblance of control over his new limbs. Unfortunately he’s by no means mastered it yet, as would soon become painfully obvious…
When Mecha had finally made it to the edge of the table he had been lying on he was filled with excitement. The thought that he’s so close to leaving was exhilarating. Finally, his efforts would pay off!
Too distracted by the idea of finally getting out of there,he goes to take a step of the table. The excitement was short lived as the moment he steps foot on the floor, he falls face first into it.
“AAAHH”
And it was very painful. Almost every part of his face hurt now and he hates it so so much.
He manages roll onto his back and is confronted with another new sensation. Something is in his eyes, falling onto his cheeks. There’s a brief moment of confusion when it dawns on him.
'Im crying, aren’t I? With how horrible I feel right now it would make sense…’
Mecha just lays there on the floor, completely exhausted and unmoving.
'I’m so tired.’
Tired of the pain, the new sensations, the emotions.
'It wasn’t meant to go like this…“
It’s all just too overwhelming and he hates the feeling.
'How do organics manage to function like this?’ He wonders. Almost everything about it is horrible.
'Chaos, could this day get any worse?’
And apparently the universe hates him, because the answer to that is yes.
Tails just found them.
As Sonic finally comes to awareness, he immediately notices how wrong everything is.
How foreign his body felt, how his limbs were heavy, and then there was oddest part of all it all… His thoughts.
They were sharp, clear. Like a fog in his brain had been lifted. Thoughts processed fast and without hesitation.
All at once he’s aware of millions of things he shouldn’t know. Things Tails has told him that he didn’t understand now made complete sense. And despite the sheer amount of information he’s now aware of, he isn’t overwhelmed in the slightest.
Memories could now be recalled in almost perfect detail. And now any gaps in said memories were filled in as if there had never been one to begin with.
Even though he had only become 'awake’ a few seconds ago, he finds that he’s already processed everything around him. Most notable was the movement up ahead despite the fact he never actually saw any movement. Yet he’s somehow certain there’s movement up ahead. It’s like he can… detect it.
And he’s immediately aware of the why. Motion sensors. It makes sense given how he’s now a robot, as much as he hates to think about it.
Sonic tries to look up at the source but only gets his head to go up a tad before falling back down.
After a few tries, he’s able to look up for a few seconds to see his body moving of it’s own accord. There’s only a millisecond of confusion before he realizes knows why. It’s because Mecha Sonic is in control of his actual body.
Now he has to get up, has to stop Mecha, but moving was hard. Everything felt clunky and heavy. Once again he knows why.
‘It is due to the fact that I am currently occupying a foreign body.’ His thoughts phrase in a way that is abnormal for him.
Thankfully it appeared as though he wasn’t the only one having difficulties. Mecha was clearly struggling as well.
Since Sonic thinks knows it would take a while to learn to move in his new body, he concludes that it would be best to try other methods of stopping Mecha.
Only one alternative was currently available in his decision tree: Shouting for assistance. The fact he has a decision tree at all was strange in a way. While it felt like a natural part of him, being so easy to use, he knew it wasn’t normal for him.
Despite not wanting to shout for assistance because it’s embarrassing, he was left with no other alternatives. So he tries to call out for Tails… but what comes out is all garbled and distorted.
Surprised by the noise that he just produced, a part of his mind, the part that still makes him Sonic, reflexively tries to cover where his mouth is would be in shock. Yet instead of doing that, his arm goes up a little, manages to move slightly in the desired direction, right before falling onto his lap with a loud clang.
The fact he hadn’t even flinched at the noise or the contact with himself was strange. A clang like that should’ve hurt his ears too and yet it didn’t. As for the contact itself, he could barely feel anything. Yet the word feel wasn’t quite accurate… It was more like he was able to register the contact he was making, but couldn’t actually feel it.
All just another reminder of the horrible situation he’s in.
Then he hears a thud and he’s once again aware of the fact that Mecha is controlling his body right now. At first he’s on the edge of panicking (well as much as he can while occupying a robot’s body that was made for destruction, even if that programming was somewhat altered) at the reminder until he notices the fact that Mecha is face first on the floor.
Sonic knows he’d usually find it funny, yet for some reason he just… doesn’t. Not a lot, anyways. The fact that Mecha was also struggling filled him with a sense of… triumph? Just a sick sense of glee over the other’s suffering.
And he knows that’s not like him. He’s never taken actual glee over the suffering of others. At most, depending on the situation, he might find it funny. Usually in either a "I told you so” way or a “how that happened was really funny” way. Sometimes even a “well you had that coming” way like in this case. Then there’s also the fact he’d make sure they’re okay afterwards.
But now? Now it was different.
He was only able to find it slightly amusing at most. And he had no real desire to make sure the other is okay, not even for the reason that it’s his actual body that’s getting hurt. There was a worrisome amount of emptiness where his concern should be. And that especially seems to go for his real body for some reason…
Except he does know the reason. He’d just rather not acknowledge it.
After all, even though he himself knows it’s really Mecha in control of the body, it’s in his Mecha’s programming to destroy him, Sonic. And programming doesn’t care about technicalities such as whose actually in control of the body. All it sees is Sonic’s body and knows it’s mission is to destroy him.
And it’s all so confusing and frustrating. Everything is different now and he doesn’t feel whole anymore. Like a piece of what made him himself was replaced missing.
'It’s most likely because I am a robot now. Chaos, this sucks a lot… Not even my thoughts are really my own anymore. Everything keeps phrasing in a strange manner.’ There was a pause as he realized he did it again. 'Ugh, just like that! Since when do I casually use the words phrasing and manner?’
One part of him wanted to attack his real body while the other just wanted to sit here and wait for someone to show up.
‘I would definitely prefer not to deal with this myself’ He thought to himself.
His prayer was soon answered as Tails had just entered the room.