Between the mysteries of last weekend, the increasing number of visions and unexplained phenomena, and the attack on Vakama yesterday, everyone is likely on edge. When Tails calls you into his lab around noon, you all are likely already aware of how this is going to go.
Once again, a surge of Chaos Energy in the city is what draws you in, though this time it is a much larger burst than before. Sonic and Knuckles are here with you as usual, with Tails remaining behind to look after Vakama and the base. Unlike before, you aren't met with robots or destruction. In fact, this city block looks remarkably peaceful, aside from where Eggman's chroma has overtaken most of the buildings.
"So good of you all to finally arrive."
The voice comes from up above. You recognize it as the one you heard last week, through that gemstone the Tails Doll had. Perched on one of the buildings is a... fox? No, he's larger than Tails, and wearing a large silver mask that obscures most of his features. In one hand he holds Vakama's missing mask; his other is extended with six gemstones floating around it, a soft teal glow from beneath his black glove marking the seventh. There's a different gemstone on the center of his chest as well, though it doesn't look like the fake Chaos Emeralds you've seen before.
"You all have the pleasure of fighting me, Infinite. I am the Doctor's trusted ally... and I have been watching you all. Your struggles with my nightmares and illusions were so... delicious. You have my thanks for the show."
He kicks off the building, floating towards you all and the ground, though stopping high enough up, still out of reach. And for those of you getting any bright ideas, a deep red begins to fill your vision, tinting the corners of it as the very world itself begins to warp around you - this isn't exactly Chicago anymore, you see. The buildings still exist, wrapped in white chroma, though they bend and twist in ways they shouldn't, making it hard to tell what's real and what isn't.
"I'll snuff out your lives here and now for the Doctor's ambitions! Let's see what you're made of!"
[ Ah, yes, nightmares - the nemesis of Void Archives at this point in these blasted battles, and outside of them. Though they had not empathetically stated that they too felt irritability for the source of them in this particular fight, there is no doubt that they do.
Whatever the case, they witness nightmare scenario after nightmare scenario - gruesome images of those they begrudgingly formed some kind of bond with, but also of their own. Strings hanging down from a boundless sky, and they are the ones made to move, without a will of their own. Lucheni reaching out from the abyss and dragging them down into the gate, tearing them apart once again.
They replay incessantly and mercilessly. But, despite how maddening they are - or because they are in the first place, they struggle.
Even if they feel it start to become futile, they fight. They tear off the strings, crawl out of the mechanism weaved by that thing, and they fightuntil there's nothing left to fight (18) ]
There are only so many times an obsolete method will work on the Void Archives.
Hear me well, you insignificant waste of space:
If I get a single finger on you, I am the one who will become your nightmare.
[ A badass boast, but they are exhausted and can do nothing this round. Fortunately for their enemy. ]
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Whatever the case, they witness nightmare scenario after nightmare scenario - gruesome images of those they begrudgingly formed some kind of bond with, but also of their own. Strings hanging down from a boundless sky, and they are the ones made to move, without a will of their own. Lucheni reaching out from the abyss and dragging them down into the gate, tearing them apart once again.
They replay incessantly and mercilessly. But, despite how maddening they are - or because they are in the first place, they struggle.
Even if they feel it start to become futile, they fight. They tear off the strings, crawl out of the mechanism weaved by that thing, and they fight until there's nothing left to fight (18) ]
There are only so many times an obsolete method will work on the Void Archives.
Hear me well, you insignificant waste of space:
If I get a single finger on you, I am the one who will become your nightmare.
[ A badass boast, but they are exhausted and can do nothing this round. Fortunately for their enemy. ]
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