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Three Goblin Art

Janaina Medeiros
Xuebing Du
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Sonic crossed his arms at this, the top half of his eyes disappearing on his monitor. “Oh, sure, cowardly human sends projectile-firing robots after you, so clearly he’s going to have a straight up gun on his person, and forget to use it when getting his mechs destroyed five times in a row. Your logic is looking pretty stupid by mobian standards, and I seem to remember you robots having computers for brains.” he retorted.
“And to answer your dull, cliche question, I was about to knock the hovercar-thing out of the sky, that he was running to jump into, but then the asshole pulled a damn gun on me.”
His eyebrows furrowed and he ground his teeth together. ‘Stupid’, ‘thing’, ‘killer’, those were all things he could very readily deal with being insinuated as. But ‘dull’? ‘Cliche‘? wow jesus rude uncalled for. For some reason, that was agitating him much more than anything else the other had said during their conversation, but he still managed to keep a metaphorical lid down on his temper and resolved to just respond from the top.
“Yes, exactly. clearly. ‘Cowardly’ human with fire-armed robots is going to have a gun, and use it if he feels he can’t win otherwise. Not using it as a first resort really doesn’t mean shit, hate to break it to you..” He shook his head. “I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and just -hope- you didn’t really think you were sounding smart right there. You must just be trying to be ironic by making fun of yourself. Like should I not even bother doing it for you?” Arkay made a dismissive ‘tch’ noise and folded his arms. “I was going somewhere with my question, but just forget it. I’d be better entertained talking to a broken record.”
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{★};;— As RK spoke, Argent’s left ear twitched a bit as he cocked an eyebrow. “I never sent you out here. Why would I even do that?” He asked.
“Eh? I used to be a Neo Metal Sonic. Which is why my spines are like this.” He answered, rolling his eyes. He actually didn’t feel like saying that, but it seemed like he had no choice.
Soon enough, Argent noticed that this Echidna looked a lot like Metal Knuckles. Bright red eyes scanned the other, only to find out…
“Wait— you’re a Metal Knuckles alternate, aren’t you?”
A digital scan of the ‘echidna’’, if that was something the hedgehog was still capable of, would return this:
ACCESSING FILE...
Metallix Series unit 03 of Metallix Enterprise
Common name: RK/Arkay
Status: (green) Neutral - ?? percent capacity
Composition: Carbon-Nanite
A little smile hinted at the corners of RK’s mouth when the hedgehog confirmed he was indeed some form of Metal Sonic. He figured the other was most likely from some parallel zone, especially by the way he spoke. “Oh, okay.. My mistake. I thought you were my Metal for a moment, and the spines, well-- never mind, it’s not important.”
RK scratched the back of his neck, but the smile lingered. “Jeeeze, nobody’s called me Metal Knuckles in years, but yeah.. that was briefly my old designation. Is that.. ya know.. gonna be a problem?” He had to ask. He peered at Argent tentatively from behind his ragged forelock, hoping that his reputation hadn’t preceded him.
Sonic glared. "I’m not an idiot. Not once until then did he ever draw a gun on me, and I had whooped his ass no less than five times before confronting him at his base!” he spat. One would have to give him credit- he was only an ambitious fifteen-year-old at the time, and mobian parenting only teaches you so much about the shit humans like Robotnik will pull.
Arkay’s eyes half-lidded with a very sheer betrayal of being unimpressed. “Yeah, you’re right... ...even an idiot knows to look out for something they’ve already experienced. It’s not like-- oh, let’s see here-- buzzbomber, crabmeat, clucker, or any other badnik Robotnik’s created use projectiles, right? Robotnik having a gun must have been a total shocker.” The android’s mean streak wasn’t derailing, and didn’t seem too intent on cutting the roboticized hedgehog any credit or slack. “And just out of curiosity, what exactly did you intend to do when you ran Robotnik down back then, anyway?”
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The blue and white hedgehog had been wandering about for quite some time now, not sure where he was. It was cold outside, but luckily, he put on his winter coat before he went out. He shivered only a little bit as he made his way through the snow, until he had stumbled upon someone who looked like Knuckles.
"Excuse me— can you tell me where I am?"
RK, bundled in full winter gear, breathed into his gloved hands, very temporarily warming them. It occurred to him that he could really use some heated gloves, and he made a note to himself to pitch this design idea to his 'sister' MS2 later. White Acropolis had to be one of the worst locations Robotnik had ever chosen for a base, abandoned as it was. At least the locale was taking a break from its incessant blizzarding, but RK would still really much rather have been indoors. Alas, he had a job to do. This job wasn’t meant to include meeting any wandering hedghogs, but RK’s ever-wary sensors alerted him to the presence of one all the same before he could even lay eyes on them. When they did his expression lifted curiously.
“Metal? What are you...” He trailed off. “We’re in White Acropolis, you sent me out here, genius. Remember?”
The echidna’s posture braced some. “And what’s with your spines done up all overlord style?” Come to think of it, even aside from asking where they were, some things about this hedgehog seemed off if RK was to compare him to the Metal he was familiar with, so the android cast an inquisitive scan over him. Was he organic, nanite, robot?
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"He managed to -shoot- you??" Consider Arkay’s mind blown. "Huh.. Bad luck. Should have been faster." Despite a creeping feeling of pity for the robian, Arkay still felt the urge to needle him, if only for finding Sonic’s loathing of robots offensive. .. Was that really why though? Maybe also because he was not on friendly terms with the Sonic of his own world? Arkay started to tap on one of the cuffs around his wrists with the opposite index fingerclaw, the idle nervous gesture making a repeating ‘clink’ noise.
There was a small, sneering voice in the back of his head, telling him he was the same as this hedgehog.. but he was not about he’d admit to it. Arkay had thrown in his lot with robots and identified as one. He felt it rightful; there was literally nothing organic left in Arkay but unpleasant, fragmented ghosts of memories which felt like they belonged to a different person, and a personality that he was often told didn’t suit a robot at all. Though his nanite body now closely imitated a flesh and blood being, it was just that— imitation. “Nothing organic in you, eh? Hm. Maybe my sensors are glitching. Guess that just means you’re one of us now, hate to break it to you.” He shrugged dismissively. Basic biology: no way a disembodied nervous system could survive without sustenance, right? … though.. stranger things have happened..
Sonic rolled his eyes at that ‘too slow’ implication. "I was runningAT him. It’s kind of hard to dodge something if you’re already running upwards of fifty miles an hour." he said. Someone was casually ignoring the other’s talk about his body, partially because they didn’t like what they were hearing.
In truth, Robotnik was a clever bastard when he roboticized the hedgehog- there was a small electric generator in Sonic’s chest specifically there to power his brain with exactly the charge needed to keep it operational. Because at its core, all the brain needs to be alive is electricity.
"Ya huh."
"Did you really think somebody like Robotnik would leave himself unarmed and open to an attack from you? You should just consider yourself lucky that you have a logic processor now to help you out with your obvious tenancy towards total idiocy .. Hedgehog." He caught himself before calling the blue robot "Metal." Maybe he should though, that would probably piss Sonic off-- er-- help him through his denial stage. yes.
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"This is the third time today this happened." Metal wasn’t even mad, "so why did you flip my table?"
He stuffed his hands in his hoodie pocket in a huff. “THAT is for saying that Black Whatever guy is your favorite!”
And from the pocket he stealthilly withdraws a hard-boiled egg, which he proceeds to whip at Metal. “And I won’t be sucking on any of these either!”