If you're not up by 7AM, you'll be rather rudely woken by Knuckles or Sonic pounding on your door and all but dragging you out to Tails' workshop. Once everyone's assembled, the fox speaks up, looking nervous.
"I've found something really worrying on our radars. We're picking up Chaos Energy - energy that should only come from the Chaos Emeralds or the Master Emerald. Considering that Eggman has them..."
"The last time this happened, I went to investigate the signal and was captured. It was a trap. We must be better prepared this time."
"So we're coming with you guys. Tails will stay here to keep an eye on things, but Knuckles and I are coming along too."
"Considering that what we're picking up is much larger than the first signal I sent Knuckles to look for... I think we're going to need all of you. I really hope it isn't Eggman, but you guys should be prepared for a fight anyway."
With that information out of the way, it won't take you long to head through the city and locate the source of the disturbance. Thankfully, it isn't Eggman's massive robot - that still stands unmoving on the horizon - but less thankfully, it's quite a few of those smaller robots.
You'll see plenty of the familiar ones - Eggman's white chrome finish with their glowing red eyes - though they seem more focused on wanton destruction of the city than on the patrol routes they should be following. There are several tanks taking aim at various buildings, drones shooting lasers through windows, and so on.
But there are also three very unfamiliar foes among the chaos.
The first is a robot in blue and silver, with spikes resembling quills and blazing fast speed that makes it hard to keep tabs on where it is and where it's going. It can curl up into a ball and launch itself at high speeds, which it definitely just did, considering it sent itself into a building and is now out of sight. Great!
The second is another robot in bright red, looking like a certain echidna pal of yours. This one doesn't bother with speed and instead focuses on power, smashing its claws into the ground and breaking pavement easily, hurling it afterwards towards one of those building as if it weighs nothing.
The third is perhaps the strangest, though. It isn't a robot, but instead a plush doll, roughly around the size of your friendly neighborhood tech guy. Unlike the other two, this one hangs in the back, doing absolutely nothing to aid in the chaos and instead hovering above the ground still and lifeless. In the center of its forehead is a large teal gemstone.
For their parts, Sonic and Knuckles are taken aback by this - and a quick conversation with Tails confirms that the three of them have never seen these robots before or have any idea why they've randomly started attacking the city. They're just as confused as you are, but the Chaos Energy seems to be coming from these three unfamiliar foes.
A voice cuts through the chaos, seemingly coming from the still doll in the back. "I see our guests have finally arrived. You've kept me waiting. All forces - destroy them! Keep the hedgehog alive and bring him back to the base."
Considering the absolute confusion on the faces of Knuckles and Sonic... this isn't Eggman's voice. It is a masculine voice - haughty and cold - but not the one anyone was expecting, apparently.
"O...kay, well if they want me, I'll try to keep 'em occupied! Beat 'em into scrap!"
[ Well, it isn't like there's much of anything they can really do, except they try it their best this time (12, 6)...only their best really isn't good enough.
Whatever kind of imagery, it doesn't matter to them.
The indignity of the hopelessness persists (before, you know, someone places a hand in), but they aren't expecting anything else at the moment.
Regardless, there isn't much to be done until they're freed. ]
[ The dream is truly bittersweet, its tendrils wrapped so firmly, yet verily around the entirety of their being. It makes them question who they are, for their struggle in futility - and the fallen bodies en masse of these people, lying still, eyes blank with lifelessness that condemns them to a seemingly eternal sleep.
The song plays, and they hear it - it isn't the lyrics that captivates them, but rather the melody that incites remembrance. They have had a small liking to the tunes of music - even if it may be far more lyrical than anything from an instrument, the blond follows the tune, while thinking of another they've heard in the past.
The nightmare seems to collapse - and they can believe the mental suggestion of those words, and they hear Sunday, but grant no response at first. ]
No matter what happens, no one can keep myself from doing my part here. They would have to kill me first~
[ Then, there is a pause. ]
I see I have you to thank for the effort, hm? I suppose it isn't too much trouble to grant you my gratitude.
[ Their pride does sting horribly, though. But that bitterness probably isn't important. It's enough that someone reached out. They will remember that. ]
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12, 6)...only their best really isn't good enough.Whatever kind of imagery, it doesn't matter to them.
The indignity of the hopelessness persists (before, you know, someone places a hand in), but they aren't expecting anything else at the moment.
Regardless, there isn't much to be done until they're freed. ]
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sweet dreamnightmare.so it's a little bit of a struggle, but he makes his way over to void archives, and he reaches--
it's dark, it's murky, but void archives will hear the faint notes of a song which they can use as a lifeline to eventually resurface (17).
the nightmare is over.
when void archives emerges from the nightmare, sunday is there - still exhausted, a wry smile, but: ]
I see you have decided to return to us.
1/2
dreamis truly bittersweet, its tendrils wrapped so firmly, yet verily around the entirety of their being. It makes them question who they are, for their struggle in futility - and the fallen bodies en masse of these people, lying still, eyes blank with lifelessness that condemns them to a seemingly eternal sleep.The song plays, and they hear it - it isn't the lyrics that captivates them, but rather the melody that incites remembrance. They have had a small liking to the tunes of music - even if it may be far more lyrical than anything from an instrument, the blond follows the tune, while thinking of another they've heard in the past.
The nightmare seems to collapse - and they can believe the mental suggestion of those words, and they hear Sunday, but grant no response at first. ]
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No matter what happens, no one can keep myself from doing my part here. They would have to kill me first~
[ Then, there is a pause. ]
I see I have you to thank for the effort, hm? I suppose it isn't too much trouble to grant you my gratitude.
[ Their pride does sting horribly, though. But that bitterness probably isn't important. It's enough that someone reached out. They will remember that. ]