Peppermint Wrath

(via meaty-bicycle)

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butter100fly is also good at these things.  SUPERB.  She pleases the mun and the muse greatly 83))

(♥∀♥) Smut

“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.”

“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.”

"Excuse me— can you tell me where I am?"

((smaragdxs whats upppp. like I said, this did take me a while to get to, and I apologize D8 hopeit’sokay))

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..

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.

"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.

"This is the third time today this happened." Metal wasn’t even mad, "so why did you flip my table?"

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!”