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At dawn, Metal Sonic managed to sneak away from his assigned room without being detected. Knowing all blind spots in Eggman’s base, it was a breeze avoiding the cameras leading to the back.
As he crept towards the entrance, hesitance washed over him. What would Eggman think when he notices that his own creation ran away? It was only for a little bit… he would not mind, right? When Metal grasped enough courage, he quietly opened the gate and dashed to a nearby hill.
The hill was bloomed with beautiful flowers of all kinds and vast willow trees covering a little lake nearby. Soft sunshine filled the ambience with birds chirping a serene, peaceful melody. Metal sonic laid on the grass, almost merging with it, heating up from the warmth of the amber sun. Suddenly, he could hear indistinct chattering from afar.