#acknowledged;;

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【 ▼ 】 @azureinthewind

"You’re a long way from the comforts of South Island Sonic--”

Metal chuckled, sparing a glance between the target in question and his main target, the cause for his very existence-- Every fiber of his being was ready to go, a variety of warnings and directives blaring across his vision...

“Just itching for another adventure I suppose.”

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【 ▼ 】 @cxttontail

"You certainly are a long way from home, little one--” 

Of all the sights to see when searching the vast woodland, Metal did not expect to stumble across the young rabbit during his journey. The occasional flicky and abandoned building, sure, but this... And she seemed so oddly familiar-- 

“I suggest that you return to where you came from.” He hoped she took heed of his words and did just that. The forest was no place to be, especially not at this point in time. “This area is known to be crawling with bad things.”

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【 ▼ 】 @karismatickitty

He had seen them a number of times, lurking around the corners in the evenings when the sun lowering to rest beneath the ground. The shadows the fading light cascaded made them appear as a terrifying beast, one which would send many quaking in their wake, but not him. Fear was not wired into his programming.

“I know you are there.” The stable, almost automated tone rang out among the fading multitude of colours, sharp fingers tapping against his inner thigh. A sigh followed soon after. “You are lucky he is away, or else he would have disintegrated you via. the camera’s laser by now. Please state your business and be on your way.”

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【 ▼ 】 @theeserieskillingmachine​

Metal gruffed, descending down the stairs at an adequate pace, each step echoing along the wide, barren hallway. There had been another disturbance in the lower levels of an abandoned base, and it did not take a genius to pinpoint who exactly was responsible. Few knew of the area after all, and even fewer could easily gain access. 

“Omega.” The metallic baritone resounded throughout the dimly lit space, eyes squinting slightly while the visual receptors adjusted. He could not see him, but he knew he was in there. He could sense his programming a mile off. “Whatever you’re doing here, please desist. There is nothing of value remaining.”

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【 ▼ 】 @geneticmasterpiece

Another copy? How many of these did the metallic being have to wade through before reaching his goal?

“Move out of the way--” It did not matter to him that the rodent looked vaguely familiar. “I have a primary directive to follow, and your presence is hindering that.”

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【 ▼ 】 @bendlng

“Why do you consume alcohol as a means to sustain power? Does your timeline not have an alternate, or do you merely consume it for the ‘taste’?”

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【 ▼ 】 @dxstructionbot

“You were there-- on the flagship of the Egg Fleet--”

Metal could not recall much after the-- incident, not due to that he could not, but that he would not. The Doctor had made sure of that. But he recalled metallic fingers made from a material akin to his own, and the sight of a unfortunately signature red.

He chose not to dwell on the matter.

“If you are looking for him, I’m afraid you are out of luck. He recently departed in his aptly named craft.”