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I can feel the sun. Hmmm, is it daytime already? I want more sleep. I'm sure 10- no, 15 more minutes won't hurt. "Is she still sleeping?" Yes I am, dingus. Leave me alone. Wait a second, I don't have any younger siblings! My eyes instantly shoot open and I see a wooden ceiling. I've been kidnapped! I scream as I jump onto my feet. "You, uhh, picked the wrong, uhh, person to take hostage! No one is- what the fuck?"
In front of me are two brown furred bear creatures that wouldn't feel a bit out of place in Sonic the Hedgehog. They wore clothes and stood on two feet. They seem like mother and son. "EHEM! There's a child here!" The mother says, with a scottish accent, not seeming that mad, causing my eyes to widen. Oh. Right. The kid bear. I swore in front of a toddler.
"Fuck. I mean, shit- sorry." Oh she's gonna kill me. "I'm not- doing this on purpose, I swear." The bear mama seems to calm down quickly for some reason. Wait- why am I apologizing to my kidnapper?
The bear lady must've read my mind or something because she quickly asked. "May I ask why I found you unconscious near our hut? What could've hurt something of your power?"
My power? What is she on? I'm just a normal fifteen year old- why are my hands glowing? "What the fuck?"
"LANGUAGE!" The bear lady growls and I blank out. Right, toddler.
"Can I, uhh, have a mirror...please?" I ask and the bear lady, without any complaints, goes and grabs a mirror and the moment I look at my reflection I am simply stunned.
I can see a black skinned axolotl creature with bioluminescent cyan highlights and spots. The frills were especially glowy. My eyes are same cyan color as the glow. I also have a tail! A tail! It's all so adorable, but... I don't like the Mohawk look.
Aside from the frills on the sides of my head, the only thing that's decorating my head is a thin bioluminescent fin that ran through my head like a Mohawk. A slightly translucent, thin glowing cyan Mohawk. This- this will need a hat. These are not my clothes as well. I'm wearing a purple jacket, grey pants that don't blend with my skin and purple and black boots. This is gonna get dirty real quick. I wonder if I got here with them. But this means one thing. Fuck fuck fuck!
This is not a lucid dream. I know that because I don't have lucid dreams. What about my family? How did I get here? Am I stuck here forever? "Fu-" I was about to swear again before the bear lady covered my mouth with her giant hand. Right. No swearing. And this is a stranger...in their own home. Giant bear people strangers.
I need to run.
"Uhh, i- I need to go." I stutter under the heavy gaze of the mama bear. I slowly step away from her closer to the door.
"Wait-" she says and my poor axolotl heart threatens to jump out of my chest. Mama bear leaves me alone with her son who looks at me with starry eyes.
"Thank you for saving me, glowy lady." Saving you? Kiddo, I need to save myself. I can't run away from a bear! Do you how fast those fuckers can go??? I'm dead meat!
Wait- is she gonna eat me? Is that you mean I saved you? I'm gonna be your dinner after a long winter you spent low on food. Kids need food to grow. I mean, realistically, what have I achieved as a human? My life has only been a series of disappointments. I never excelled at anything. I probably deserve this.
Mama bear finally returns with a genuine giant double sided war axe in hand. The kind of thing you'd see used by some ancient viking warrior or something. Oh god. There it is. Here, I die. "Just make it painless." I say closing my eyes tight and waiting for the end.
"What?" Mama bear asks, clearly confused. I blink in equal confusion.
"Aren't you gonna kill me and eat me because you've been starving through the winter?" I ask warily. I really hope she's not trying to kill me.
"You have a crazy imagination." She deadpans before throwing me the axe. Oh... Fuck. It's heavy. I can barely keep the thing in my hands as the bear continues. "My Gram's axe, for you. It's dangerous out there with all the badnicks. Take it."
Badnicks? Isn't that what the robots from Sonic are called? Nope, one revelation at a time please. I nod before leaving into the woods outsidr with the axe in hands, plural, not wanting to spend another moment in a stranger's home. But the lack of threats to my life immediately draws my attention to my new body. More specifically, the differences from my old one.
I can feel them just by focusing on them for less than a moment as if someone told me I now breathe manually. The damp skin that covered me like a permanent cold shower on a hot summer day. The glowing cyan freckles that covered my night like skin akin to stars. The Mohawk fin wiggling about like a worm. The tail I can move as if another limb. And the fact I only have four fingers now.
The changes are...unnerving, to say the least, but I'm nothing if not good at getting used to my problems! He he. I just need a hat-
And a house. And food. And water. And other clothes. And qualification for any kind of job to be able to have any of that. Fuck fuck! I'm fucked! What kind of sick joke is this?! I'm not even gonna die from robots! I'm gonna die from starvation!
What kind of monster pulls someone from their home just to shove them into a whole other world with nothing?! Oh god, I'm gonna starve to dea- gasp, are those berries?
I can see a bit further away there stands a bush full of berries. I don't think. I just go and grab a fistful and eat. I can feel myself relax in real time. I can survive. And I have an axe! I've played Minecraft, I can make shelter! I can- hold on, can't wild berries be poisonous?
...I choose to ignore this for my sanity and go chop a tree. Yup, with my large trusty axe. Because you can't punch them like in Minecraft. I definitely won't punch a tree.
I punch the tree. OW, my hand. Oh, I think I scraped it. Oh there's a glowy liquid the same color as my glowy bits on the tree. Yup, that's probably blood. Fuck fuck. I look at my fist to inspect the wound only to find it perfectly healthy. No bruise, no leftover blood. Nothing. Axolotls have great healing. Is this- ow. What hit...me. The tree. It's growing and IN REAL TIME. I quickly run away from the now V shaped tree and stare it with widened eyes.
I- i think I'm plot relevant. I'm going to be in danger. "Please, whatever hedgehog deity Sega put in this logic forsaken realm; please give me someone who can help." I plead quietly.
*BOOM* a loud explosion greets my wish like a shooting star from behind.
Ask and ye shall receive...? We will see. I guess I should check it out. With the axe. I take it off the ground and march forwards towards the explosion site. Step by step, I smell more smoke and fire. Step by step, my amphibian body grows more uncomfortable from the heat. Step by step, the crash site gets closer.
And eventually, I find him. Metal Sonic. Or at least, Metal Sonic's pieces. Hmm, if metal Sonic is here then the actual Sonic should be nearby. That would make sense if it weren't for the crater. Metal Sonic crashed here.
But I have hope. So I wait. I sit down at the edge of the crater and quickly get bored. Might as well chop some wood while I'm waiting in case no one arrives. I look to the nearest tree. I grip the Axe tightly and rear it before striking. The cut was as tinier than a single segment of my pinky. But if it can bleed, it can die.
The next few hours are spent just wacking the tree with my axe. Somehow, i still don't feel tired at all. Magic powers, I suppose. Despite this, some might say that spending hours trying to cut a tree to no avail is a waste of time. To those people I say, just wait a little; I know it's possible.
Eventually, it gets dark and no one is here for Metal. He's still in the crater and the tree is still standing. I- I hate this. I hate it.
*sob* I'm scared. I wanna go home.
Why am I here? Why? I'm not made for this. I'm not- I can't do this. I can't do anything. I'm a failure. No one else would've be in this situation, they'd have already found a way out. All I'm doing is waiting for someone to come pick up the dead robot that actually has worth. If he was still working he would've got out of this mess in a minute! Maybe I should just sprinkle some of the magic blood on him and bring him back.
I- I can do that, can't I? But I shouldn't. He's evil. But does that matter? Sonic lets Eggman go on the regular for no reason. I'm doing this to survive here! I make my decision, but this isn't the time to act.
I need to convince the metal hedgehog to help me, but how? Let's think about this. I imagine the conversation between me and metal Sonic. There's no situation in which i don't end up dead unless I give him a reason not to attack me. And I have an idea. My only hope.
I slide down the crater, almost tripping and falling on my face. I go to metal's head. It's nose is spiky. I guess this is it. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I've always hated needles.
I prick my finger on his nose, letting my blood trickle onto it. Nothing happened. I sigh. Guess I was too hope- oh god he's lighting up. I hear motion behind me and I freeze. His claws almost hit me as they flew towards his head. His torso and the rest of his body soon followed.
In mere seconds, the remains of the robot returned to their original form. This is Metal Sonic.
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I wanted to give Metal Sonic some much needed development so he's gonna be a main character here.
Toodles.