#infinitevoidbetweenstarlines

[infinitevoidbetweenstarlines]

“You know I ain’t just gonna let this happen, right? I’m not going back to being his lab rat.”

[@staticsurge]

"Oh, I know. But you don't have much of choice in the matter."

In the blink of an eye, the apparition knelt before her.

"Though I can't help but wonder if that platypus realizes that in my current state, I can only affect minds. Perhaps he is counting on it."

[blue-speedster]

Ah! What the heck!? How'd I get here?! I was just—Oh. Oh no.

The Jackal's voice emanates from the ruby, its voice a muffled thought, barely audible inside the head of whomever was nearest.

So not only am I still locked inside this accursed gem, but now it's in the hands of the one rodent I detest more than any. Wonderful. Don't suppose you attempted to eat that bowl of chili I conjured earlier, hm?

[@infinitevoidbetweenstarlines]

"So you were the anon that turned your hypothetical question into reality? Who would've guessed. Also, yes, I did, out of spite. We're heading off Tails' workshop. I'm sure he'll find a nice safe and cozy vault to put you in."

[blue-speedster]

Oh Gaia, this is hilarious! The great Sonic the Hedgehog, the troublesome pest that can’t help but try and save the day, forced to watch as his favorite food turns into a rotten reminder of his hated enemy.

Tell you what, let’s give you a hypothetical: Before you is a bowl of chili, and a hot dog. Can you rest the temptation to combine them?

[@infinitevoidbetweenstarlines]

"Don't you have anything better to do? Like being dead? I guess I'll humor you with the hypothetical. Maybe I can resist, buuuut I know I can just chew up the hot dog until it's mush, then pour the chili in my mouth and swallow it before it even has the chance of becoming an egg of any sort. It's technically not a chili dog, is it?"

[infinitevoidbetweenstarlines]

Now that that thickheaded oaf of a scientist is out of the way, and that cocksure monotreme has his favorite pet under lock and key, I'm finally free to shed my disguise. Oh, if only the ruby had deigned to grant me my corporeal form again.

Try as I might, my original form is lost to me. Where once I stood at the edge of eternity, what remains is but a shadow of my perfection. A memory of the nightmare that once plagued the hearts and minds of all who resisted Eggman's rule.

So why am I bothering to tell you this? Simple. Nobody listens to the peanut gallery. Should you ever wake up enough to seek my interest go ahead and... think in my direction. I'll be listening, little pup.

Electrify me.