After eight long, difficult weeks of fighting, you've finally done it. You've put an end to Neo Metal Sonic's dreams of conquest and with it, you've saved not only this world, but all worlds. Perhaps not everything is wrapped up as neatly as some of you would like, but you've done what you set out to do, and now you can breathe a sigh of relief.
In the hours that follow the immediate aftermath of Neo Metal Sonic's defeat, Tails sets about figuring out how to control the Egg Fleet and recall them to where Neo Metal Sonic had them stationed. Sonic heads out into the city - and then even further beyond - to ensure that the people are starting to regain their senses without anyone to suppress their free will anymore. Knuckles escorts you back to the base, then takes a ring to hop into the Void to let Shadow and Infinite know what's going on.
As for you all? You aren't expected to do any work, because you've done so much today. Take a load off and take the time to rest - you deserve it.
For those of you who can't wait to get home, you're welcome to grab a ring from one of your colorful friends and head straight back, but for those of you willing to take the night off and regroup in the morning, you'll find that said colorful friends have put together a party for you - or, well, they tried their best. The decorations are store-bought (or not) and simple, Sonic seems to have thought confetti is the best way to throw a party and there is so much of it getting showered on all of you the moment you walk into the room, and someone obtained a sheet cake that did not have any sort of message on it, so an awkwardly scrawled message of "THANKS FOR HELP" is written in bright green icing that clashes with the cake's soft pink and red color scheme. An attempt was made.
You're welcome to hang out here - both in the new base and in this world as a whole - for as long as you'd like. Permanently, even, if you don't have any intention of going home. After all, you've more than earned it. Sonic and friends will gladly help you figure out a way to get settled here.
If you do choose to stay for any length of time and head out into the city, you'll find that people are indeed starting to return to their daily lives. They don't really understand - or remember - what happened, but they do recognize you as someone they have some innate fondness for, regardless of how startling your appearance may be to them. The city itself has seen better days thanks to the spread of Eggman's chroma, but thankfully the natural elements are recovering from that just fine. The buildings, streets, and the like will not naturally recover, so it seems Chicago's going to require some pretty intensive rebuilding...
But for the time being, everything is going smoothly, and you've done everything that was asked of you. You're free to return home. If you do, your shard may eventually come loose and simply fall off, ridding you of both the shard and its powers. Or maybe it won't, and you'll have that memory of your time in this world forever, along with the power innate to you and the ones you can activate from your fellow shardbearers whenever you're near each other.
Congratulations, shardbearers. You've done the impossible, and maybe even formed some new bonds along the way.
( Welcome to the final log of Shardbond! With this, you have successfully navigated your way through the Sonic friendship game and no one died! Hooray!!! For this final log, you may do whatever you'd like - if you want to use this to do an immediate aftermath top level, go for it! Party top level? Sure? Post-game top level? Have fun! You want to bring a castmate in and NPC them or have someone else play them? Also cool! Generally speaking, you are now free to do what you will with the setting as a whole - your fuzzy little friends will be hard at work making sure that you all are able to get home and/or get settled just fine, and they'll also be keeping an eye out for one (1) Neo Metal Sonic. And also Infinite, I guess, unless someone wants to take that stray jackal with them but like, no one needs that. )
Look. I don't know what kind of joke you think you're pulling. But the Turaga woke up here along with the rest of us.
We don't take kindly to people lying in our village. If you're really not a threat, you can just turn around and --
[A distant horn call, far different than the first, echoes across the chasm.
Every Matoran turns back toward it in surprise, including Jaller. The caller on the top of the wall looks down at the Captain, then at Fukuda, perplexed and hesitant.
It takes Jaller a shocked second, glancing back at Fukuda with an alarmed confusion. But eventually, he nods to his subordinate, who returns the signal even as Jaller stabs a pointed finger in Fukuda's direction.]
Don't move.
Got it?
[The two Matoran sent away before are coming back slowly, with a third in their number. Slightly taller than any Matoran Fukuda has seen, but much slower, a mask as orange as the fire below them that completely covers his mouth and a staff to assist his in walking, hunched over with his body cloaked in fabric that hangs over his shoulders and back.
Fukuda still has guards pointing a bajillion pointy sticks at him as Jaller retreats back past the gate to meet the others, saluting to the elder. But his eyes are not on Jaller. Not immediately.
They are on Fukuda.
A gaze that bores, brows furrowed intensely with familiar golden eyes that are far bolder than his frail frame would give away.
It's a moment, only a moment, before he turns his attention back to the Matoran in hushed tones.]
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We don't take kindly to people lying in our village. If you're really not a threat, you can just turn around and --
[A distant horn call, far different than the first, echoes across the chasm.
Every Matoran turns back toward it in surprise, including Jaller. The caller on the top of the wall looks down at the Captain, then at Fukuda, perplexed and hesitant.
It takes Jaller a shocked second, glancing back at Fukuda with an alarmed confusion. But eventually, he nods to his subordinate, who returns the signal even as Jaller stabs a pointed finger in Fukuda's direction.]
Don't move.
Got it?
[The two Matoran sent away before are coming back slowly, with a third in their number. Slightly taller than any Matoran Fukuda has seen, but much slower, a mask as orange as the fire below them that completely covers his mouth and a staff to assist his in walking, hunched over with his body cloaked in fabric that hangs over his shoulders and back.
Fukuda still has guards pointing a bajillion pointy sticks at him as Jaller retreats back past the gate to meet the others, saluting to the elder. But his eyes are not on Jaller. Not immediately.
They are on Fukuda.
A gaze that bores, brows furrowed intensely with familiar golden eyes that are far bolder than his frail frame would give away.
It's a moment, only a moment, before he turns his attention back to the Matoran in hushed tones.]