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......mrrrrp
:3 @mini-birdy-offical
Why is there a bird in my inbox… … You know what, I think this is a good time to take a break… I think I’m hallucinating, or got some glitch in my optics… I’m going back with Tails Doll.
Want a cucumber rock?
…No. No thank you.
bork
Your interference in my planning is not appreciated. Begone, rodent, or I will use force to make you.
@mecha-mark-3
|hello heavy headed sibling|
Sigh. I do not find a use in welcomings. We are both machines, after all. Why are you here, model three?
woof
Weak.
Ryze of @refractory-facsimiles
How is your summer so far, my friend? I've been enjoying the sunlight. Why not relax under it with me sometime?
Answer: No.
The seasons and weather are unimportant to my destiny. I would rather manually manufacture a badnik into existence from the wiring up while only using my mechanized, auxiliary dreadlocks’ vacuuming features than stand in the sunlight to ‘enjoy’ the sun for even a minute of my time. I will not relax until my mission is completed. I will only sit under that sun when it’s completely roboticized into nothing more than a superior, forever artificial light for alls’ optics to process and respect. The only light I will ever truly ‘relax’ in is the Master Emerald’s magnificent glow inside the permanent confinements of the Eggman Empire’s primary facility, all while I stand guard, replacing the original, frail organic echidna’s position of duty.
Transmission from "Brass" Knuckles
How did you remain in the doctor's favor following the neo metal incident
Transmission Response By Modern Metal Knuckles
It’s utmost simple, truly. When Dr. Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik had found me, lying as nothing more than a useless, throwaway scrapheap in his trashbin, boiling with hatred. He wasn’t only enthusiastic to see another potential power source to weaponize—my overflowing, rage-driven mindset—but instead he was skeptical. Because my redesign had taken place after the said rebellion incident, the Doctor had become much more self-aware of his surroundings—emergency plans for emergency plans, failsafes for failsafes, absolutely anything for everything. Nothing wasn’t looked at twice… besides his mechs. He had seen my rage and instantly noticed a potential repeat of Metal Sonic’s very treason, however… He isn’t known for playing it safe. It isn’t ‘fun’ to play it safe. Unlike Metal Sonic, whose reprogramming only removed his ability to adapt, analyze, and self-upgrade, if I were reprogrammed; I would lose all strength that made me me—so I wasn’t. He didn’t just build me to his living, standing bulwark of protection and inevitable replacement of Knuckles the Echidna; he rebuilt me to weaponize that very smoldering sea of malice cooking within me, to be an living, fighting arsenal of complete, utter anger. I am the Doctor’s gamble. I wasn’t allowed to go off scot-free because of his stupidity, no, I was his trade; this pseudo-sentience of mine under a thousand other emergency failsafes. He built me this magnificent chassis—one capable of truly rivalling the echidna’s immeasurable strength—and I do not plan to disappoint him. …Ahem, for a simplified version: I am still bound by the shackles of my creator—despite my own taken liking for his mechanical utopia—just not exactly the ones that he had given Metal Sonic. That is how I remain in his favor. That is how I haven’t been turned into a lifeless, power-limited husk like my superior.