#voxfuturi

Something was wrong.

Not wrong as in he was hurt or upset, but wrong as in it felt like something had taken Shadow, put him into a machine, and rearranged him inside and outside until he was something else entirely. He was there, in that moment, but also in a dozen - or a million - other places at the same time.

...Not to mention that Shadow was laying on the cold, hard concrete floor of Tails' workshop. He remembered being there, but not laying or falling down.

"Did another one of Tails' machines malfunction...?" he wondered internally, not yet aware of the second presence in his mind. "I don't feel hurt, but Tails is not like me. He better be okay."

"Target is still functional. Correcting."

Shard's usual chipper tone of voice had dulled down to something deep, mechanical and menacing. It wasn't like him at all, as he took slow, heavy footsteps toward Silver.

Some of the badniks they were fighting move out of the way of Shard. With his goofy, airy personality gone, the fact that he's a Metal Sonic, one of the deadliest robots ever built, sinks in and they quickly move to get out of his way.

Even Shard's movements are less animated, walking like he's possessed as static fills his mind and covers up his higher thinking. Shard cannot think, cannot feel as the pulse wave takes over every sense of control he ever had over himself, turning him back into one of Eggman's slaves.

Not to say he didn't fight it. He fought it for so, so long up to the point where he couldn't resist it any longer. Like a Zeti taking over dominion of anything mechanical, the electromagnetic wave had completely overtaken the killer robot.

@voxfuturi asks: "have you tried it?" - from Silver, regarding future food. ( A HANDFUL OF MISCELLANEOUS PROMPTS / accepting! )

“ Future food? ” Sonic shook his head. “ Ha. I wish! I do want to know what a chili dog is like in two-hundred years time. I hope they have not messed it up. A true chili dog recipe should not be ever messed with. If it's perfect, then it remains perfect. ”

"You're going to have to be more specific. Who? I don't HAVE anyone. I don't NEED anyone. I'm doing fine on my own. . . " Is he though?

It stops on its own, pivoting to one side to make a sweeping gesture of welcome. It has a very neat looking invitation in one of its dexterous multi-jointed hands. A welcome card, addressed to Doctor Starline, with all the polite assurances and calligraphic writing expected.

The steward robot announces its intentions with rote precision.

"Please Join Our Master For Lunch,

You Will Not Be Harmed. This Is A Stable Time-Gate."

It came through unscathed, so the return trip must be just as safe...right? The fluctuating hole in the fabric of space-time offers a blurry look into a hallway on the other side. Just a hop away...How it knew exactly where to be at this exact moment is a mystery.

Starline had been organizing some things when he heard the sudden noise- And admittedly, almost had a heart attack over it. But the moment the GENATECH logo appeared, he seemed immediately relieved. It had been a bit since him and Kiril had got acquainted with some banter through messaging one another sparingly. He had almost forgotten that he had wanted to discuss some things over a Wednesday lunch sometime... Almost!

"Oh! Give me a moment, I prepared something for the occasion!"

He springs up after reading the invitation, dashing off to his kitchen area in the bunker. He wasn't too much for baking, but well... It- It was a special occasion! He picked up the container he had tucked away his little vegan cookies inside of. He had kept them on a science hot plate to keep them warm... He wasn't using it at the moment anyway. And he didn't want them to go stale!

He returns to the robot quickly, giving it a quick look over in admiration. This was... Certainly a way to make him feel special. And then, without hesitation, just stepped right through the portal. He's pretty used to the action by now. Oh, how he misses his precious Warp Topaz...

What, why were they offering him a flower? The darker hog's ruby eyes drifted to the flower in the other's hand - silent arms crossed.

" are you ready to risk it all for a sweet treat ? is that what it is ? " or perhaps . . . it happened to be a fool - proof plan to trap those pesky hedgehogs once and for all . at least this one seemed interested enough on it .