#hedgemega

  "Well, it seems like Eggman has retreated; good riddance. Not that it makes anything much better. Everyone at G.U.N. is upset at their inability to catch him. I am currently not fit for duty. My limbs feel weird. This coat feels scratchy but also comfortable. Is it normal for one's torso to gurgle, make other strange noises, and have... A weird pang? I can't describe it- I have never felt anything like it before. What about a throat that feels itchy? Is that normal too? No wonder organics seem to mope so often. It's incredibly uncomfortable to be one." 

Omega finished his speech addressed to no one but himself, and flopped down onto the floor; Ignoring the stinging sensation he was experiencing from doing so. It was uncomfortable. Was this pain? He had heard some pains described before by G.U.N. agents returning from duty, but he had never felt anything before, let alone had the ability to match it to a description. He was facing sensory overload, yet was somehow able to handle it. Omega did not like this. Not one bit. It was foreign, it was strange, and most of all, was something he might not be able to handle on his own. The very thought scared him. He was the ultimate creation of Doctor Robotnik, able to take on any challenge presented to him... But not this. This was something he was not programmed to ever anticipate. And that angered him. 

It was a different anger though. It felt... More intense. Layered, perhaps. He could have more than one thought at a time; not limited to a single track of processing. There was a strange spectrum of ways he could feel. There were not names he could associate with them all. He just didn't know. He was in the dark. He could not retreat into his data banks and bring up a file, no- He found that instead of selective hearing and then deletion of the things that were not important, he had to experience everything. And then, he would have trouble recalling it in the next minute. He could not will his form to change. In fact, he felt so... Vulnerable. He was squishy. HE. WAS SQUISHY. He had never felt more mortal. It was as if stepping outside could kill him. He did not have the armor, nor the armory to protect himself, that he usually had. He was no longer a tank, but a bubble, that could pop. 

((I can draw it :I))

((My blog my art for the most part, at least when it comes to things like this. As really sweet as it is of you to offer, it is sort of my challenge to take upon myself. Neither anthros nor digital art is my forte at all, so I guess this is a good experience for trying different new things. As much as a pain in the butt as they are.)) 

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"Just don’t let Ivo find out. He’ll have a field day." 

And Finitevus burst out laughing.

((No I already made it my headcanon that mobian Omega would be a Mantis Shrimp GAWD GETTIT RIGHT.)) 

((...Fine I'll appease you, since today is the day I have somehow overnight hit 200 followers. (I usually don't accept M!As for physical changes oops.) This WILL NOT affect current threads.))