Sonic the Hedgehog Fanclub V.1

[нana ѕong]

Ra Ra...? o.o

Oh boy...But have fun with your drawing Mobian! You know that all of us weirdos here will want to see what you can do of course xD

[Mobian]

Ki- ra - ra = Ra Ra xD.Hey,I have a buddy on another game who has "Washoe" in their username and I turned their nickname into Wahoo,so I would be happy with what I created for you.

But I'm off topic now.Haha,you know I rant.If I can figure out my scanner on my new printer I will definitely show you guys!I'll be uploading them on dA,too.

Oh!If you guys go on dA,read my journal post thingy,I came up with an idea for something for me to do a while ago and I want input xD.

[нana ѕong]

Actually... *trails off* nope. Better not to say xD

Yesh!

*still needs to add you on DA* SURE! I'll go check it out ^^

[Mobian]

Do I need to get Silver out to change your mind on your most amazingly cool nickname?Or perhaps I'll call you Ray Ray,better *snickers*?

How could you not add me!?...did I add you?xD

Ugh,I need to make Marley's Sonic Fanon Wiki page,but I just don't feel like it!It just feels like a chore!

[нana ѕong]

Uhhh.... Im good xD though my two friends call me Nene...

You did not xD but i am watching you now! I can now stalk your Sonic stuff!

You can make Webpages...? I can as well, but only at school xD *totally should make a Sonic RP site...*

[AcetheKidd]

Sonic rps? Haven't been in a group one for a while

Oh! I gotz new art :3


I'm thinking about doing a pairing thing on da . If I could, can get you guys da

[Bolt1784]

@Ace That's awesome! owo

I AM GOING TO WRITE
A NEW FANFICTION
fight me

[нana ѕong]

@Ace- i join all that i see on this site, but i never stay for long. They just cant match my writing level so i get bored too easily >_>

[Bolt1784]

I WROTE A THING. Should I continue? owo

It hated showing its emotions for fear of reprisal from its creator.

The one emotion it was authorised to process was the one that gripped its core with the coldest hands. At the sight of its prey, that single authorised vehemence would fire a seething hatred in to its processor, melting the cold barriers that restrained it. Its sights would burn with a ruby tinge, scanners barely able to focus on its enemy.

This emotion was hatred. Designed to enforce power, it often remained dormant in the blistered circuitry, beneath the sharp blue armour which hid the internal workings of the hunter.

Despite the burning rush of hate, the predatory machine remained crouched in waiting. Burning crimson irises pierced the shadows that cloaked its presence. The emotion was awake again, heating the robotic assassin's gears and wiring and allowing for more kinetic energy to power him. Even after twenty years of war between the Mobian and the machine, it felt an undying hatred.

The hate felt as though it had a set direction to the machine, but it did not. It would burn randomly at the thought of that one hedgehog, sometimes forcing it in to full alert. Sometimes, it would see the enemy while in recharge, while walking from one room to another, while simply standing still.

The hate was an obsession.

And it was driving him to insanity.

It was all he could feel, all he thought about, all he could process.

There was a flash. A white spot on his radar. His sharp silver claws gripped the steel bars beneath him. This was all he had awaited - for his enemy to rush past as usual. The heat was overpowering, and his savage claws were beginning to melt the metal he was holding on to. With crimson irises burning with the colour of freshly spilled blood, the killer could no longer hold back.

With the blackness of night handing him the advantage of surprise, he shot up in to the coal sky, feeling some form of release as the cool movement of the air soothed his searing circuitry.

There he was.

Finally booting in to battle mode, the robot shot straight down towards the road below, claws outstretched and glinting against the white-hot light of the stars. He caught something, and the impact was colossal. The two speeding creatures tumbled across the rough surface, one yelling in surprise, the other leaving dents in the tarmac.

They released each other and skidded apart in a crouching position, finally seeing each other face to face.

"Heh, if it isn't my old buddy Metal! I thought Egghead scrapped you already!" Sonic, the hero of Mobius, stood and rubbed one finger under his nose, with that signature cocky grin of his. "Didn't McNosehair upgrade you or anything? You still fight cheap."

The robotic counterpart stood too, leaving no room for hesitation. He flexed his claws and swiped at Sonic, just catching the hedgehog's muzzle before Sonic recoiled, having been caught off guard. Metal gave a mechanical hiss and swiped again, but completely missed. All that anger and hate that had built up was seeming to take its toll - he was so obsessed with his target that he just couldn't focus on him.

Sonic gave a look of confusion for a moment, before turning and racing off down the empty street. "Come get me then faker! Let's see who the real Sonic is!"

The doppelgänger gave chase, igniting his rocket boosters and blasting off after the supersonic hedgehog. He quickly caught up, actually beginning to growl with the frustration that was building.

This was his purpose. His sole reason for life. It was everything.

So why could he never finish these fights when he got in to them?

Sonic sprang up in to the air, rolled in to a spin-dash, and ruthlessly cut in to the robot's armour. Sparks inevitably sprang from the ragged gash which exposed the metal veins of the assassin.

Could he truly hate the very reason for his being?

Metal fell, wires in his back severed, torn and ripped. He tumbled a few feet, every second pounding the hatred in to a scramble of confusion and depression. The emotions that he was not permitted to feel, the feelings that he could not process, the thoughts that destroyed his mind and steel heart.

When you don't know who to hate, you begin to hate yourself.

He knew that if he returned to his master, all that would await him would be more reprogramming, more messing with his head. More circuitry destroyed, more pain, more torment.

Defeated so easily by the reason for his life once again, Metal rolled to a stop on his shredded back and stared up at the night sky, soulless eyes beginning to flicker as energy was cruelly drained from his metal body. Now the heat of anger was fading in to the coldness of the air around him. As he remained staring up at the night, Sonic stood to the side, appearing confused once more. What had happened to the monster that previously stopped at nothing to complete his mission?

With an air confidence on his side, Sonic walked towards his fallen enemy, and stood by his side. His curious emerald eyes watched for any signs of a trap, but from what he could see, this fight was over already. The hedgehog's own emotions were a little scrambled at this point as he watched Metal Sonic begin to power off. Did that machine feel legitimate emotions himself? He did possess advanced artificial intelligence after all.

"Hey."

Metal Sonic's dimming irises brightened for a moment at the word, but he soon fell back in to the well of despair that he felt trapped in. The rage had burnt out, leaving him vulnerable and exposed to his enemy.

"Aren't you going to, ya know, try to kill me again?"

This time the robot looked up at Sonic, and the hedgehog actually flinched for a second when he finally saw the emptiness of his eyes. Confusion and sympathy welled up in his heart, leaving a pang of sadness for the broken robot. He crouched beside his enemy, wondering where to go from here.

Should he just run away in to the sunrise as he always did? Stay and finish the robot off for the fame?

Or perhaps make a friend of him?

There had to be some morality, some compassion in this robot.

"How about we forget about the whole 'i'm the real Sonic' thing? You could be good like the rest of us, you know. You don't have to go back to Egghead. What has he ever done for you anyways?"

Eggman had created him. Eggman had given him life. Given him thoughts, feelings, the intelligence to make his own decisions...But this was all limited, of course. Limited by rules and restrictions, enforced by threats, abandonment and suffering. Yes, Eggman had created him. But Eggman also destroyed him by programming this useless hate in to his core that would soon just end his existence.

Though the trust between the two would need some serious work, Sonic had already made his decision. After years of fighting this robot, there had to be something he could do for him. Perhaps Tails could rewrite his programming or something of that sort. Just anything. There was no way that the hero could watch the villain suffer anymore.

The hedgehog held out a gloved hand, allowing a smile to grace his peach muzzle. "What do you say? I know you hate me and everything, but we can get over that. Sure, it'll take time, but you can't keep on like this. I know there's something more to you. Just give it a try."

Metal stared long and hard at the hand offered to him. Subconsciously his claws twitched, as some sort of instinct drove him to half want to scratch that hand. But that intelligent side? He saw a chance at redemption. And all he had to do was reach up and take that hand. Take that offer. Take that chance.

Slowly, Metal rose his hand, and hesitated. His eyes took on a brightened glow for a second as his assassin instincts called for combat, but...He fought off those thoughts, and finally, his silver fingers closed around Sonic's hand.

The first flecks of purple and blue ennobled the ash sky as dawn laced its way in to Mobius. With the new day approaching, Sonic began to lead the broken machine who had once been his enemy through the city, walking slowly to allow him to keep up. And Sonic never seemed to just walk. It was clear that he felt a new respect for Metal Sonic. A new hope.

A hope that they would get out alive.

[нana ѕong]

Thats really good Bolt ^^ nicely worded and everything. I'd say continue ^^