M!A: One of the towers is replaced with…
🎶Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated🎶
After someone's mishap with the brand new Waffle-House-inator, one of the towers and a sinister corporation turned to a place of casual dining, twisting the refuge landscape further.
What was once a foundry for all device deeds devious now fused together with the unnamed cafe the Waffle-House-inator initially intended to fire at. So it became a fine place to get a coffee, a meal, or to bring your quirky non binary partners to for a date — that being exactly what The Eye Of Cthulhu and V1 did.
They both peered deep into their singular eyes, the faint reflection of each others' lenses looking like each had the other in their mind and heart. Their faces could not help but contort to show joy, as if giggling, though neither were really able to laugh.
V1 slid it's metal hand across the soft flesh of the eyeball, softly and teasingly at first, yet slowly pressing harder until the skin of it punctured, the blood softly dripping down it's fingers, little by little. It stung, but it was only pleasant to the grinning eyeball in such amounts.
The life-giving blood dripped ever slowly, like the life they were no longer rushing. The nocturnal systems on power saving, the nocturnal eye appreciating new sights.
But this world didn't just let them rest yet. The two would feel and hear a roar, shaking the ground mightier than either of them could.
They dashed outside to see what was happening.
Incomprehensible concepts covering the sky, wires stretching kilometers, tying into galaxies like knots, thoughts flowing from each like code, making waterfalls of life flow into lakes of death. It was like hell created a new god in it's own image, to make a heaven same as it is.
No one could comprehend it.
And yet — "That is flesh, is it not?" — they thought — "It can bleed and feel, can it not?"
So what if it was "powerful"?
They two jumped at Giygas, scolding and beating it — "Bad! Bad cosmic horror! Bad!" — the two yelled — "Bad almighty idiot! Now go into another dimension or something you big loud meanie!"
Such disgrace was not something anyone could handle, and the monster retreated, escaping the city.
In spite of his newly created domain being behind and below him, Eggman was completely devoid of confidence, not after seeing whatever that just was.
"Is it even be worth it at this point?" — he asked.
"Analyzing battle scenario" — Metal Sonic replied, pausing for a moment, before coldly concluding —
The doctor stuttered, sighed, and paused, before solemnly commanding — "Relay to the badniks to disassemble the structures and retreat, save whatever of this zone we can."
"I concur. Sonic will likely die by himself here."
Metal Sonic flew away, as Eggman stood there ever still, looking down at the refuge in silence, the cold wind brushing against him.
"No...?" — she replied, her tone unsure, confused, and questioning —
Hiding in a tree. From... Various loud noises."
And here the two airships met — face to face, gun to gun.
After long preparations, both were ready to wage war on each other, to claim the master emerald for themselves.
There was no way back anymore, only the obvious questions.
"Commander!" — Meta Knight heard — "How shall we attack?"
How should the Halberd attack?
JumpStart
Super-Charge
French Gambit
Wild Card
Voting ended onMar 15
