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Introduction:
Another connection tethered. Rewrite felt his being shimmer in annoyance as another buzzing, nauseous, head-aching feeling sunk into his mind. His influence had somehow been dropping by the day. Cartridge after cartridge after cartridge.
They hadn’t felt this much hatred in a while, and unfortunately there wasn’t a very simple way to get rid of this problem like the other times.
He had been brimming with odd emotions within the past few months; shock, anger, fear. It was not pleasant to say the least. And not to mention how lightheaded he was beginning to get. It was odd, how could he feel this? How was this loss of power attacking him in such a way?
He was made of code, and yet his capabilities could reach further then his artificial reality. He was a god in his own realm, and he was a god in the “real world”. How odd it was to see his own code turning on him in this way.
While their code was great, the best in the universe- and even more! His avatars did not match it’s vast and unyielding being. They were feeble and easy to break. Making him have to rely on other sources for help when he was unable to do so. Unable… as a god? You should be better then this. “… tch”
A few of Rewrite’s dormant embodiments had been saved by Monica; who was working on keeping them away from the prying eyes of the government. He had to say thanks to his “partner” Phobia for choosing his special little world to inhabit.
Without them he wouldn’t have gained so much influence across the earth, and gained their new little angel Monica as well. Of course it was not needed, but it was nice to have it’s progress sped up a bit.
But even Monica and his new acquaintance could not fully help defend him from the unrepentant sinners who desired to destroy him. Meaning he’d have to take things into his own hands.
The god was powerful- yes, that was as true as saying the sky is blue. But he was unfortunately still manifested as Code, which is capable of being deleted, destroyed, or overwritten.
It had a number of grievances to say to the old priest that had could have given him a more corporeal form. But he knew that stingy man had other ideas then simply giving his God a new way down to earth. And he wasn’t exactly in the position to remember anything about that happening.
This was not one of the best situations he had been in. But what could Rewrite do; sit and wait for his untimely demise? It would be so unbefitting of a being such as himself to fall at the hands of such unworthy mortals.
A god should not be able to be deleted or destroyed! He was the true god- one that was not gracious enough to give those zealots an idea of victory.
They wouldn’t be able to feel victory, he should be the one feeling it. HE was almighty, HE was all-powerful, HE was the one who will fix mankind. HE was not being taken apart, piece, by piece… He wasn’t…
…
How to fix this problem of his…
Travelling to a new dimension could work, as long as he found one that wasn’t taken by another godly being like Lord X.
While he was vastly more powerful then two of the godly EXE’s he had found- simply being out of his realm diminished his power more then he could have ever imagined.
They weren’t sure on the semantics, but they could imagine it would have to do with the different types of power they had- and creating a new realm would take a while, in which period of time they were less connected to his other areas of inhabitance, and could be found and deleted.
It would also mean having to leave his original plane of creation, but the number of universes was as vast as it repeated itself. He was bound to find another universe similar to this one.
Or possibly it could find itself a world similar to the old cartridge he found himself in. Bringing this cartridge would be annoying, and a fresh start would best fit his new ordeal.
He reminisced on seeing the domains of the gods he had met, and while Rewrite was egotistical, it could understand when some beings stood similarities to himself. Of course that didn’t stop it from placing itself above them.
Their abilities to more freely interact with people, and easily give form to a more corporeal vessel. How he envied them.
Well, once he got enough power he should be free to do the same.
Back onto the main problem, bringing his domain didn’t seem to be a viable option.
Rewrite planted himself into the green hill he called home, the poly graphics comforting to his visuals. He was in good control here, and that would ease him enough to think more clearly. He tapped his foot idly as he closed his eyes, his ear twitching in deep thought.
If he was to leave, the device he would be placed in should be something that can be used for multiple occasions.
Rewrite sat down. Picking out a blade of grass and twirling it around in his fingers as he crossed his legs. He took in a breath, not that he needed to take one- but it felt somewhat comforting. The image of nature and the outside world, the sun shining down on the earth and giving the fake plants power they did not need.
In the case no-one found him, Rewrite would need to be able to steady himself enough to gain his power back up. Drawing some attention in-order to get some souls might be a bit hard if he ends up somewhere in the middle of nowhere. It would also need to be long-lasting and hard to get rid of. And if they were found straight away, a device that is unassuming and adaptable to more devices would be best.
A computer? No, too large and suspicious. A radio? Better not. A phone? No, unless it was a Nokia it won’t last a week. And where was he going to get one?
Decisions, decisions. He bounced up, spinning on the balls of his feet, looking towards the ever blue sky that flowed above the pixel mountains surrounding him. A slight breeze flowed through his low-poly quills.
His eyes opened up as if they were lightbulbs. A USB would work!
It didn’t rely on too much electricity to run, meaning he wouldn’t need to care about wasting his abilities on powering it every few hours. It was small and capable of being moved somewhere with barely any energy needed. Almost every device accepted USBs as well, and so Rewrite wouldn’t need to search too far to find a new, more permanent device suitable for himself.
He rubbed his nose, of course a great being such as himself would come up with such a plan. He looked around the hills, pupils and smile shrinking as he wondered how he was going to get a USB. He could create one, or find one, or try and get Monica to get one. No saying how well the very latter would go.
A melodic sigh exited him as his eyes widened to flat lines, lifting his arms and interlocking his hands above his head into a stretch. Simply finding a USB would take a while, and there was no saying if he would last another month… No, he was Rewrite, a god! He won’t be killed. He should bring them all to their knees…
Once he got powerful enough to safely take those zealots down he’d- A migraine of cold and hot filled his being like a glass of water. A weight being lifted off his code, like a fracture of backbone being removed from a person.
Rewrite hissed at the feeling, the ground beneath him buzzing out to a pitch black before returning to their original lines of differing greens.
“…”
He needed to hurry this up.
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Sonic and tails:
The metallic floor creaked against Sonic’s shoes as he ran across the brightly lit corridor, with the slight whooshing of a namesake following close behind as the two mobians ran towards their mission.
Both blue and orange blurs raced across the rumbling floor. Bouncing off of what little badniks that had been positioned there and moving forward towards the end of the corridor. The blue hedgehog was doing most of the work, while the two tailed fox was busy typing away on the device in his gloved paws.
They had both heard Eggman’s (in his case) “short” speech about getting some technology from another world to take over Mobius. Although the Egghead’s plans have been notorious for not working out, it was better to nip his plans in the bud. For both danger of innocent mobians and the good doctor himself in precaution of such destruction in case the doctor’s schemes got out of hand.
For some reason, even with the knowledge of what happened last time with the Paradox Prism. Eggman had secretly went back and gotten the crystal. Given that Sonic had been the reason that such events had happened in the first place, Eggman was on a mission to use the prism “Correctly”. Although if they were anything like the Chaos Emeralds there would be more then one use for it. Making it imperative they find out what he going to do with his new toy.
The corridor came to an end, stopping Sonic’s movement just the same.
He peered back at Tails, who had his eyes glued to the small device in his hands. Which device? Sonic had seen too many electronics to care too much, a lot of them were destroyed in under an hour due to the side they were on anyways. So very little names remained in his head. But this one had been here long enough for him to remember, “The Miles Electric”. Sonic’s foot quickly tapped on the metal floor, making a soft *tink* sound as his arms folded to a cross. Tails’ ears perked up at the sound, his eyes becoming half-lidded.
“Its gonna take a minute Sonic.” The fox’s voice called out, annoyed, although a small note of warmth droned under their voice. Their tails lowered them to the floor, landing with a thunk.
“Yeah, but its not like Eggman is gonna wait for us to open the door.” Sonic yawned, walking backwards towards tails in order to peek at their screen.
“Well I have to open double the amount of doors since Amy and Knuckles had decided to come.” Tails sighed. “But it will be better to get the drop on Eggman if we go from both sides.” He admitted, sparing a glance at Sonic. “And- I need time and focus to actually get into the systems.”
Sonic spun on the balls of his heels, obviously impatient. “Yeah yeah, but theres no Badniks this way” He groaned. “Egghead normally expects me to go at the front, so theres nothing to do.” Tails glanced back at the many broken Badniks behind them. “Well, barely any,” Sonic said in order to hold up his point. Tails flashed him with an unimpressed look before turning back to The Miles Electric and entering a final code combination.
The door in front of them finally lifted, slowly showing the steal insides of the next room. Noises of metal clanging and robots buzzing were already apparent as they swiftly entered the well lit area.
The room was circular with no windows to count except for a large pane of tinted glass on the middle of the wall, between the two doorways on the opposite sides of the room. Bight white lights came down from the ceiling on the carnage that was on the ground. Piles of Badniks covered the floor, with a red echidna and pink hedgehog in the very middle.
The red echidna punched a Badnik, putting it out of commission while the pink hedgehog spun their hammer as if it was weightless. Their dress flowing from the speed and force they were using to reck the non-retreating robots.
“Knuckles! Ames!” Sonic called out, cupping their hands over their mouth. The two mobians turned to the blue and orange duo, their moods lightening up. “Sonic, Tails- what took you so long?” Knuckles punched the last Badnik, turning his head to grin at the azure hero. The blue hedgehog closed his eyes and pointed his thumb to the fox behind him. “Tails was insistent on opening your doors first, and apparently there were different codes for the doors back there.” Sonic frowned playfully. “Why didn’t you leave me any of Eggman’s bots?”
It was the pink hedgehogs chance to speak; “Come on Sonic, you always take out the bots before we can even blink.” They swung their hammer over their shoulder. “About time for us to have some fun isn’t it?” She grinned.
Sonic ran down to the duo to reply as Tails looked around the space, his brows furrowed as he noticed a certain someone missing from the area. He glanced at The Miles Electric, trying to see if he could find anything odd with his coding job. Eggman wouldn’t just send a bunch of his bots unless he still needed time to finish up his plans. His eyes were drawn up from his device to the only window in the room, it wouldn’t be there for no reason…
Tails looked back to the trio, Sonic had obviously said something- as Amy had a seeable dark aura around her pointing directly at the blue blur. Her hands twitching while holding the weighty hammer in their hands. Knuckles was standing off to the side, crossing his arms and trying not to laugh at his friends unfortunate placement.
The fox smiled as he saw Sonic send him a pleading glance.
“Hey guys!” The fox called, waving his hand in order to grab their attention. The hedgehog grinned and said awkward apologies to the dark force in front of him as he heroically sprinted away. Tails jogged down towards them, his namesakes whirling behind him as he took each step. “I think Eggman might be up there,” he pointed towards the tinted glass. “I’m not completely sure though.”
Sonic scooted backwards towards his saving grace. “Well you heard him- Time to go find Eggman” he said hurriedly. Amy glowered at Sonic, turning her head away with “hmph”. Sonic lowered himself down to the fox, still awkwardly grinning at Amy. “What do I owe y-“ “twenty bucks” The hedgehog sighed. “You wound me Tails.” The hedgehog grasped his heart in betrayal, before picking himself up to run towards the others, a tired, defeated frown on his face.
Knuckles looked at the shining glass, not turning his head to tails as he asked. “So, we break in?” Knuckles cracked his hands. Sonic jogged up next to him, a mischievous grin crawling up his face. “Well if you’re too scared to do it, I can.”
Knuckles batted sonics head away, annoyed at his friend’s jest. “I am not afraid hedgehog, I was merely wondering if you could even reach it.” The echidna grinned back.
The pink hedgehog stepped forward, still subtly glaring at the stationary blue blur. “If you boys don’t stop bickering we’ll never get this done.” She sighed and swung her hammer over her shoulder. “So, are we doing this or what?”
Sonic rolled his eyes as Knuckles flicked his amethyst pupils to the glass. Tails walked up next to him with their device tucked under their arm. His tails lashed gently in anticipation.
“Alright.” Sonic looked up to the glass. “Lets go beat Eggman’s butt.”
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The room was lowly lit, Badnik’s wondering around in an orderly fashion. In the centre, a glass cylinder held a shimmering crystal. It’s reflections somehow changing like ripples in a lake despite the lack of changing light.
A short spherical red bot hung off the front of a raised control panel, a few trinkets and tools beside the buttons. Their eyes glued to the prism, while glancing up to the many monitors surrounding them periodically.
Screeching of wood against metal raked across their oral processors as their optics became half lidded. Their head retracted as they winced, making themselves smaller as if to hide from the dangerous sound. They whipped their head around to the noise. ‘Who is making that racket…’ Their yellow, cubed comrade was pushing a wooden step-stool towards them. Obviously having difficulty with the set objective.
Orbot glided over next to them, their friend not noticing the red bot as they continued to push the stool.
“CUBOT!”
Cubot jumped like a cat, landing ungracefully on the metal floor with a thump in a certain death pose. (Family guy death pose)
They looked up, slightly dazed. “What?” Cubot asked innocently, meeting Orbot’s glare with a purely confused look. “Will you stop with this? I’m going to blue screen if you continue that racket.” Cubot slowly got up, standing a bit taller than their annoyed, red, circular counterpart. “I was just getting the step stool you asked for.” He nudged his hand towards the wooden- no longer squeaking stool.
Orbot mentally slapped the front of their dome-like head. “Just- just let me do it,” they grumbled. The yellow bot floated away, rubbing their left arm in embarrassment. The red bot got behind the stool to push it, placing their metallic hands on the edge of the stool.
Huh?
They pressed harder, trying to move the object…
With no luck whatsoever.
Cubot floated towards the control panel, watching the monitors that held different numbers of statistics and data. The yellow bot was just tall enough to glance over the panel, looking at the glass cage that held the Paradox prism. They heard a thump and shriek of pain and annoyance behind them. Turning around they saw Orbot holding their hand and tearfully scowling at the unmoved stool.
Orbot turned around to push the chair with their back, their lack of legs making it so they had to rely on the forces that made them float in the air. Cubot floated over, peering across the room to see if their question would have any worth.
“Hey Orbot?”
It was now the red bot’s turn to fall, landing on their bottom with a clunk.
They wiped their face with their hand, taking a second to process their defeat by the inanimate stool. They swivelled their head to Cubot through narrowed optics.
“What?” Orbot asked, exasperated.
“Where’s boss?” Cubot questioned carefully, not seeing the mad doctor in the room. Orbot groaned, still on the cold metallic floor. “You know how the doctor likes to be a bit ‘Extra’ when dealing with Sonic.”
Orbot’s voice was dusted with displeasure. “He wants to make a grand entrance when the hedgehog and his friends eventually break in.” He waved his hand as he explained.
Cubot looked at orbot curiously. “How do you know they will break-“
Cubot was interrupted by a loud crack and shatter of glass. “Wow, I wonder, how DID I know Cubot? Its not like they appear every time the doctor tries to do something evil.” Cubot jumped up, returning to their floating position. “Come on, we gotta order the Badnik’s around.”
Orbot swiftly ran around the desk, grabbing a megaphone from the mass of tickets and tools on top the panel. Cubot followed, gliding and lagging behind like a bumblebee. The two bots looked down towards where the bright light had come from, shattered tinted black glass covered the floor as four different coloured mobians entered the chamber.
The cacophony of Badniks turning around to deal with the intruders filled the chamber, their weaponry charging up as they aimed at the organic beings. The bright white lights had swapped to red ones, humming faintly as they darkened and lightened methodically. A few orders and light words of banter was followed by the sound of a spin dash and the clang of metal.
Orbot quickly flicked the on button on the megaphone, lifting it to his head as the door a few meters behind the control panel opened. Orbot lowered the megaphone, noticing the new presence behind them. Sighing they looked at Cubot, following their gaze towards the Doctor.
Eggman’s face was dappled in shadow as he waited for the doors to slowly open with a quiet hiss. Their boots clacking on the metal, bare floor as the red lights shone down onto him.
The doctor walked towards the control panel, his hands behind his back as he looked down at the group of mobians being surrounded by eager Badniks. He put his fingers to the keyboard, quickly checking the system and data on the crystal.
“And, never mind.” The circular robot mumbled. Beeping in annoyance they started to go back up behind the panel. Cubot lazily floated behind them, looking back at the new chaos that had unfurled.
The many doors around the room opened up to see more badniks, a few higher quality robots entered the chamber. The group of heroes had no problem with the extra amount of foes, and got ready for the new wave of Eggman’s hunks of junk to dispatch.
Once finding them the data on the number screens be adequate, Eggman placed his gloved hands behind his back once more. Watching the chaos that was occurring below him, he cleared his throat- his left hand reached out to Orbot with an open palm and signalling them to hand over the megaphone.
With a begrudging roll of their head, the red bot placed the megaphone into the Doctor’s glove.
Not noticing this, the doctor raised the megaphone with a dramatic flair. His glasses glinted in the dim lights, shining menacingly.
The blue blur below seemed to take notice, and grinned. It had been a minute since he saw the egghead’s ugly mug hadn’t it?