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Corrupted - Oneshot (?)
Final Horizon's ending, but things go very, very wrong.
This au is driving me insane enough to get me back into writing fanfic after months of not writing. Might do more maybe idk.
Anyways. Woe corrupted au be upon ye.
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The End looms over Ouranos island, its overwhelming presence crushing those below it. The Titan floats before it, beaten and powerless, yet kept up by its invisible puppet strings. A golden star glimmers defiantly, his piercing blue eyes staring death itself down.
"Sonic! It's now or never!" Eggman calls out, readying the rifle stolen from the Titan.
Sonic quickly flies into its giant barrel, focusing his power, ready to unleash it and end this nightmare once and for all.
"Sorry, Master King," Sonic says as he turns to face his enemy, "Looks like I'm going all-out after all."
He closes his eyes, tapping into the cyber-energy he kept locked away per the Koco's advice. It tingles in the tips of his fingers like electricity, spreading to his palms, up his arms, to the rest of his body. He shakes uncontrollably, power surging through his very veins, burning, corrupting.
No, wait, this isn't right. This isn't–
He yells out, pain consuming his entire being like a raging wildfire as his body spasms. Noise floods his ears, his mind racing, thoughts turning into static as he feels something snap.
The chains break.
The rifle fires.
Everything goes white.
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Tails, Amy, Knuckles, Eggman, and Sage all watch with bated breath as a blue spark shoots out of the rifle, flying sporadically towards the entity looming overhead. The blue bullet pierces it, causing it to explode into thousands of fragments, raining pieces of heaven over the isles as the hellish red sky fades to a pleasant blue dawn, and the Titan falls dead onto the marshy battlefield.
The blue spark falls with the rest of the glimmering stars, crashing like a meteor, leaving a crater on the ground and burning the grass around him.
Now free of their corruption and back in physical forms, Amy, Tails, and Knuckles rush after their fallen friend, calling his name worriedly. They freeze at the crater's edge when their eyes land on Sonic, shaking as he slowly pushes himself up, eyes unfocused, growling and baring his teeth. His body is consumed by glowing cyan corruption shifting and flashing like pixels on a broken screen.
"Sonic?" Tails mutters, reaching out to him.
Sonic's head rises, his eyes darting from place to place before stopping at Tails, a black spiral staring deep into his very soul.
"Watch out!" Knuckles exclaimed, pushing Tails and Amy out of the way as Sonic lashes out, snarling and lunging at them.
Sonic knocks Knuckles down, pinning him to the ground.
"What the hell?! What's gotten into you?!" Knuckles kicks him off, sending him flying into a nearby tree. Sonic screams out in pain as he collides and falls to the ground.
"Tails, what's going on…?" Amy asked while summoning her Piko Piko Hammer.
"I-I don't know…" he stammered, "Maybe… maybe he couldn't handle all that power after all..."
Knuckles pushes himself up. "Whatever's happened to him, we gotta snap him out of it!"
Before they can do anything, however, Sonic disappears in a flash of blue, leaving a shockwave that knocks the three to the ground, and burnt grass in his wake. When they come to their senses, Sonic is nowhere to be seen, but explosions boom in the distance.
Eggman descends in his Eggmobile, followed by Sage floating next to him. There's a grim look on his face.
"Foolish hedgehog," he said, "he got in over his head and lost all control. Should've known not to take that kind of power lightly."
"This… out of my infinite calculations, this is the worst-case scenario." Sage shook her head. "He's been completely corrupted. If he's in this form for too long, he will–"
"No!" Tails interrupted, "I am not losing my brother to this!" He looks up to her, brows furrowed and a fire burning in his eyes. "Sage! You can track his movements, right?"
"Yes."
"You!" He looks to Eggman, who's scowling, "You're going to help us catch him!"
Eggman scoffs. "And what makes you think I'll help you?"
"Well, Sonic could come back at any moment, and, in this state, it's very likely he'll send you into orbit with zero hesitation the moment he sees you," Tails threatened, "plus, you're the only one with any tech on hand that could help us catch him. So either you help us get him under control, or he ends you along with us and the rest of the island."
"Tch– oh, fine!" Eggman grumbled, "I'll do it, but don't you dare think I'll ever help you again. This is the last time, got it?"
"Hmph." Tails glared at him, earning him a glare back.
Another explosion reverberates nearby, followed by Sonic screaming, catching everyone's attention.
"If my simulations are correct…" Sage began, "It should be possible to repurpose one of father's energy generators to siphon the Chaos and cyber energy out of him. But doing so comes at the risk of his life." Eggman seems to smile at that last sentence.
"Guys, I don't think we have much time left! H-how are we supposed to catch him like this?" Amy asked, gripping her hammer tightly.
Tails' heart drops, but he shakes his head. "It's worth a shot. It's not like we have any other options." Tails turns to Amy and Knuckles. "We're going to distract him while Eggman gets whatever he needs to catch him and bring him back to us. We don't have any time to waste, so let's go!"
Amy and Knuckles nod, and with that, the three set off after Sonic, following Sage's lead while Eggman goes in search for the necessary pieces to bring him down.
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Noise. Too much. Hurts. It hurts. Head hurts. Burning. Too much noise. It hurts. It burns. It–
"You think you can escape the inevitable, mortal?"
…?
"Fool. Don't think you have bested me simply because you have destroyed my physical form. You cannot kill me, for I am infinite."
…!
"Your arrogance shall be your End."
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Sonic's screams echo throughout Ouranos, he screams until his voice cracks and gives out. The pain, the burning, he can't take it. Can't think. His heart pounds in his chest as his form flickers red. He can't stop moving. He can't.
It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.
"There!" Sage said, pointing at Sonic as the rest caught up to her. "He's becoming more unstable! We need to act quickly!"
"Got it, kid!" Knuckles responded, "We'll take it from here!"
Knuckles immediately goes in for a punch, but Sonic is quick to dodge and retaliate, lunging at him and biting at his arm. Knuckles cries out in pain as he tries to shove him off.
Amy swoops in and, with a well-timed swing of her hammer, knocks Sonic away.
"I hate to do this to you, Sonic, but it's the only way!" Amy exclaims, but it falls upon deaf ears.
Sonic growls and pounces, bashing into her and knocking her down. Her hammer slips from her hands and falls just out of reach.
Before he can attack, Tails shoots him down with his arm cannon, the electric shot stunning him for a moment. "I'm sorry, Sonic," he muttered, seeing how much pain his brother was in.
Eggman and Sage approach from behind Tails, with some kind of device attached to the Eggmobile. A claw stretched out from the bottom of the floating vehicle, snatching Sonic while he's stunned.
He squirms and kicks and yells out in a vain attempt to free himself from the claw's iron grip. The device begins to rumble, and…
Sonic screams as the device drains him of his energy. Electricity sparks around him, the Emeralds finally leaving his body, flying off in different directions. It rips into his very being, tearing the corruption away from his body and into the Eggmobile's engines. The vehicle trembles, becoming overloaded with power.
"Father! Get out!" Sage cries.
Eggman hastily leaps out of the vehicle, barely landing on his feet, just as its internal mechanisms begin to explode under the immense pressure. The claw releases Sonic, letting him fall limp onto the grass as it crashes mere yards away and combusts.
"Sonic!" Tails, Amy, and Knuckles cry out as they rush to his side.
As he lies motionless on the grass, the voices of the crowd of five fade into merely distant echoes, until the burning pain that seared his body subsides, and everything goes quiet.
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… It's dark.
His body felt so… drained. And heavy.
What's that noise? … Voices?
"I don't know how much longer I can keep him stable, father…" a younger, worried voice says, strangely sounding like it's coming out of a speaker.
"Just a little bit longer, Sage. The inhibitors are almost done… There!" an older voice says.
"Great! Now get them on, quick! Before the cyber corruption gets any worse!" a high-pitched voice exclaimed.
A hand gently lifts his left wrist, and something clicks around it. Then his right. Then around his ankles. Whatever it is feels heavy, and cold. But, somehow, the rest of his body begins to feel lighter.
"It's working! Oh my gosh, it's really working!"
"Pfft, of course it is! Thanks to my- and Sage's- ingenious design! And no thanks to you."
… What are they talking about…?
His eyes inch open, bright, white light filtering through, blinding him. He groans, closing his eyes again and rubbing them. His head hurt.
"Sonic? Are you okay? Can you hear me?" Another new voice spoke up.
"C'mon man, you've been out for almost two days now. Get up, sleepyhead!" Yet another new voice, deeper and rougher.
He feels a large hand push him. He jolts.
Suddenly, he found himself on the other side of the room, looking at five strangers that stared back at him with confused and worried looks on their strangely familiar faces. A fox with two tails, a pink hedgehog, a red echidna, and two humans, a giant clad in red with a dignified mustache, and a child that didn't look quite real.
His quills bristled. He felt his chest tighten, his breathing quicken, his hands trembling.
The fox looked at him with terrified blue eyes. "Sonic…?"
He tilts his head, confused.
Who's… Sonic?
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faeriekit · 6 months
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"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick
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thesefallenembers · 6 months
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the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.
if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.
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butchfalin · 6 months
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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the-overanalyst · 7 months
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it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.
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yeehawpim · 8 months
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a comic about fix-it fanfics
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Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:
The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition
The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man
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striving-artist · 5 months
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The best piece of advice I ever got was not meant as advice, but as an edict. If I was going to threaten people as a joke, it had to be so far out of proportion with what happened that it would be obvious I was joking. This changed how I expressed frustration with others. It then changed how I expressed frustration with myself.
Not “I’m going to hit you” but “I am going to buy a tuna sub from the gas station and hide it under the seat of your car”
Not “I’m going to kill myself” but “I am going to walk into the desert and let the scarabs take me”
The other side then happened. When I mess something up, instead of saying it’s bad and perpetuating negative thoughts, swing hard the other way.
Not “this art is terrible” but “this shall be framed and mounted on the wall in my museum exhibition as testament to the suffering I had to overcome”
Have been doing this since high school. It was my drama teacher who asked me to please stop scaring the actors. The other half of the edict was that I had to say it in a polite tone, and end it with either please or thank you.
Life changing. 10/10 Mr Muëller. Highly reccomend.
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i-will-write · 8 months
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monsoon-of-art · 10 months
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falseficus · 5 months
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everybody’s always on writing prompts like “what if there was a world where everyone had a timer ticking down to their death… but you met someone whose timer said infinity!” or “what if everyone had their cause of death tattooed across their forehead… but you met someone whose forehead said THE CREATURE!” Enough -
enough. stop with the shock value. there is no need to insert THE CREATURE; the benign concept of such a world is horrifying enough. not even in urgency, but just in banal, everyday interaction. imagine you meet someone and their timer says two years. not tomorrow, not urgently soon, but two years. enough to do quite a lot. they could fall in love in that time - could they get engaged? have a baby? you might otherwise get to know them, befriend them, but perhaps you opt not to, make a conscious choice not to invest in your own grief. what balancing act would every individual person have to participate in - I have ten years, is that long enough to be a good mother to children? is that long enough to secure a caretaker for my own mother? my wife will die a few months before me. my newborn’s timer reads nineteen years.
and cause of death. you interview for a job and emblazoned across the healthy, smiling face of the HR lady is MALNUTRITION. your country is prospering, safe, but every person you meet on the street from the babies to the old women read BOMB. BOMB. what kind of havoc would fate wreak on the world? what about the loss of privacy? how would that shape our notions of hope? idk man I think a lot of those ancient poems were right, and the fates are monsters. I’m interested by the framing of these ideas as trite horror tales when the premises themselves are so much more disturbing if simply taken to their logical ends
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wereh0gz · 6 months
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Frigid - Oneshot
A thing I started a long LONG time ago that I never finished until today. Woe Dark Sonic be upon ye. Also Sonic and Tails brother momence <3
Word count: 2,488
It was supposed to be simple.
It was a routine thing. Eggman would begin causing a fuss, building some new factory somewhere and kidnapping critters to power his machines, Sonic would come and stop him. Sometimes his plans would go farther than that, much, much farther, but things were simple today. Just shut down the factory and save the animals.
Sonic was confident he could make quick work of Eggman today, especially since Tails was there to assist him. In fact, they were quickly able to shut down most of its operations, before the hordes of robots cornered them and led them deep, deep inside the factory.
Things went south faster than Sonic expected.
The two found themselves in a ginormous chamber, an arena of sorts, in which a behemoth of a mech sat, motionless. Eggman sat inside, a sinister smile on his face.
He brandished the Chaos Emeralds, boasting about acquiring them before Sonic. He had to admit, that was a smart move on Eggman's part. Laying low and snatching the powerful gems without his usual theatrics and gloating about his plans for takeover.
Sonic was sure he could still beat him, though. He always did. Tails, on the other hand, was much less confident. He cautioned Sonic, told him to think carefully before he attacked.
But they didn't have the time.
Eggman had placed each of the Emeralds into designated slots inside the mech. It lurched, coming to life as the Emeralds power ran through it. It stood up, towering high before the two heroes. Sonic rushed towards it, ready to bring it down. Tails followed.
They swiftly and skillfully dodged its barrage of missiles and lasers, avoiding its heavy metal feet as Eggman tried to crush them like ants under its massive weight.
They managed to land a few hits, make it stagger, but there wasn't so much as a single scratch on the thing. As time went on, its attacks became harder to avoid. There's so much, Sonic has a hard time keeping up.
"Sonic, look out!" Tails cried.
He barely gets a chance to react before he's shoved aside by the young fox. He hears a yelp as Tails is knocked back and hits the cold, metal floor. Hard.
Everything becomes a blur.
Sonic hurried to his little brother's side as he lay there, eyes closed, unmoving. The fur on his chest was scorched from the laser that hit him. As he tried to lift him up and get him to safety, Sonic noticed red smeared on Tails' head. Blood.
Time seemed to slow at the sight of Tails' injuries. Sonic felt his heart nearly stop, his blood running cold.
Eggman cackles. He gloats, mocking them, reveling in the fox's fall.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Sonic runs out of Eggman's line of sight, hiding behind one of the many pillars scattered throughout the room, supporting the ceiling. He gently placed Tails down, leaning against the pillar. His hands shook, blood boiling and rage bubbling in his chest.
He hurt Tails.
He hurt Tails.
Sonic turns to face Eggman.
Suddenly, the heat of his burning anger, his panic and fear… disappears. His racing heart slows.
He breathes in slowly, and though his mind is racing...
He feels calm.
He looks up to the cockpit, staring Eggman in the eyes, face blank, expressionless.
Looking into his eyes, Eggman knew he'd crossed a line. And Sonic wouldn't spare him any mercy.
In a flash, he ran towards the giant mech, aiming straight for the cockpit, not holding back.
He jumps, homing in on the incoming missiles, launching himself at them one by one and forging a path through the air leading directly to Eggman.
He lands hit after hit on the glass shield separating him from the madman, causing the giant mech to stagger and stumble backwards. Each time he hits with more force, pushing himself further, punching harder. And yet, his assault barely causes any damage.
Energy sparks around him, the Chaos Emeralds reacting to Sonic relentless attack. Eggman yells out, cursing the hedgehog as an alarm blares inside the machine. But Sonic doesn't hear him.
He continues, homing attack after homing attack, punching and kicking with all his might, until a metal hand finally manages to swat him away, launching him far back into a metal wall. He falls to his knees.
Sonic felt the energy of the Emeralds flow into him, despite them being held in the giant machine. He called out to them, reached out to them subconsciously. Their power filled him, but instead of feeling the warm, golden force that turned him into Super Sonic, he felt something different.
Something dark, heavy, cold.
In the blink of an eye, Sonic appeared before Eggman, energy oozing off his quills like ink. White, empty eyes stared up at him, sending chills down his spine.
Before he could attack, Sonic disappeared.
The mech fell mere moments after.
Its metal crumpled under the hedgehog's brutal attacks, a deafening cacophony of clangs and bangs resounding. Dents and cracks formed on its shell, yet Sonic remained completely unseen, as he moved too fast for Eggman's eyes to follow.
The glass shatters. Sonic hovers over Eggman, his fur and quills having turned as dark as night and skin as pale and white as a phantom. The air grew frigid around him, frost creeping onto the remaining shards of glass on the cockpit. Tears slip down his cheeks and rise of his skin, frozen drops floating around him, twinkling like stars in the cold air. Yet his face was not one of sadness, but of precision, of cold, calculated rage.
The Emeralds rip themselves out of the mech, drawn to Sonic. They circle around him, their beautiful glow slowly becoming dark and dull as they drain the air around them of light and warmth. Sonic raises his hands over his head, black energy crackling in his palms.
"S-Sonic, wait-!" Eggman stammered, voice filled with terror as he attempted to squirm his way out of the pile of scrap that was once his mech. "It doesn't have to end like this! I-I'll turn over a new leaf, I swear!" He begged.
But his empty words fell upon deaf ears.
The mad energy forms into a giant orb over Sonic's head, a black hole of pure Chaos.
Just as he's about to let the energy blast Eggman into oblivion, Sonic hears a small groan. He turns to see a set of two fluffy tails behind the pillar, twitching as their owner weakly lifted himself off the ground.
"Ngh… Sonic?" Tails cried out weakly, pressing his hand onto his head.
The energy dissipates, the Emeralds slowly drop to the ground one by one, and Sonic descends.
Tails looked past the pillar, his eyes landing on Sonic, and the great destruction he had caused. He froze, eyes wide with shock.
"You… beat him? How did you…"
Sonic began walking towards the fox.
"Sonic? W-what's going on? Are you okay? Where’s Eggman?"
He stopped right in front of Tails, looking down at him, face devoid of expression. The air around him was so cold his breath turned to mist as it leaves his lungs. Tails shivered.
"S-Sonic…?"
Sonic knelt down and reached out a hand towards Tails's head. He flinched.
Without saying a word, Sonic wiped away some of the blood that had begun to dry on Tails's fur. His hand was frigid, the sheer cold could be felt through the fabric of his gloves. Yet, despite the cold, despite how rigid he was, Tails knew he just wanted to comfort him. He knew it was okay.
He closed his eyes and leaned into his hand. The cold eased the aching of his head, if only slightly.
Still silent, Sonic gently pulled his little brother into a hug. Tails noticed how, slowly but surely, the dark energy that stained his fur slipped off of him, and it gradually turned back to its usual cobalt. His skin remained pale, though, and he felt cold as ice to the touch.
Tails looked past Sonic's shoulder, at the giant heap of scrap. Eggman was nowhere to be seen, surely having retreated while Sonic's attention was off him. The Emeralds had disappeared, too. Either he took them with him, or they scattered after being used by Sonic. Whichever it was, it didn't matter much right now.
"Good Gaia, you're freezing…" Tails commented, but Sonic didn't respond. "C'mon, let's get going."
His grip on the fox loosened slightly.
"Sonic?" Tails gently patted his shoulder, but, again, there was no response.
Suddenly, Sonic's body slumped, slipping off of that embrace and falling limp onto the floor with a hard thud. Tails cried his name, but his voice was distant.
As he fell into the deep depths of unconsciousness, Sonic began to feel warm again.
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Tails watched Sonic's unconscious form lying unmoving on his bed, watching his chest just barely rise and fall as he took in shallow breaths. Electrodes clung to the fur on his chest and head, connected by small wires to Tails' computer. The whirring of a space heater pointed towards Sonic broke the deafening silence of the room.
The hedgehog hadn't moved an inch in the past few hours, not since he fell unconscious, not even as he was carried back home, nor when his frostbitten limbs were bandaged.
Tails looked at the computer screen. It displayed multiple graphics, showing Sonic's vital signs and Chaos Energy levels. His temperature was still dangerously low, and hasn't improved much during his slumber. His heart rate was far slower than it should be, too, barely strong enough to keep him alive. The Chaos Energy in his body had been almost completely drained, and what little remained was negative.
It was a miracle he was still breathing.
Tails reached for Sonic's bandaged hand from under the warm blankets he'd been wrapped in. It was still and rigid, and fairly cold, yet not as much as it was before. His condition was improving, barely, but the improvement was far too little and came too slowly for his comfort.
"It doesn't make any sense…" Tails muttered, watching Sonic's sleeping face as he gently rubbed his older brother's hand, trying to bring it some warmth. "Your temperature should've normalized by now… why aren't you getting better?"
Sonic didn't answer.
Still holding his hand, Tails looked back at the computer screen. Nothing had changed, except his temperature rising ever so slightly.
He didn't know what else to do. He could take him to a hospital, but what could the doctors do that he hadn’t already tried? Plus, he wouldn’t want Sonic to wake up in a dreary hospital room. He knew how much his brother hated those places.
Tails sighed, before an idea popped into his head. He pushed himself up the bed, lying down and curling up beside him. He nuzzled his face near Sonic's cheek and let his tails rest over his blanket, just like they used to as kids. Except Sonic didn't return the gesture, remaining cold and unmoving.
Tails closed his eyes. He needed rest as well, and he wasn't going to get it by sitting there and watching Sonic sleep all day, wallowing in anxiety and letting his thoughts wander to places he didn't want to go.
He took a deep breath, and let himself relax. He'd be fine. He always bounces back, no matter what gets thrown at him. He just needed to have faith in him. Like he always did.
Suddenly, Sonic began to stir.
"Mnh…"
The fox shot up into a sitting position, eyes wide. "Sonic? Sonic, wake up!" he cried, gently shaking him.
Sonic grumbles, brows furrowing as he slowly turned his head away.
"Sonic, please…"
Sonic groaned. His entire body felt heavy, stiff, and…
Chaos almighty, he'd never felt hotter in his life.
Sonic tried to lift himself up and pushed the blankets off of him, startling Tails.
"Wait, Sonic, what're you–?"
"'S hot…" he mumbled.
"Wh- wait, no! Don't do that!" Tails frantically tried wrapping the blankets around him again. Sonic struggled, but he had no strength to fight back. "Sonic! You're still freezing!"
"Whuh…?" Sonic stared at Tails blearily as the fox pulled the blankets back over his shoulders.
"You're hypothermic, Sonic," Tails reiterated, “Feeling warm is actually a symptom of severe hypothermia.”
He could see the gears turning beyond his unfocused, half-closed eyes.
He sighed, before turning back to look at the computer.
Sonic's heart rate had gotten faster, and he was starting to see a notable increase in his temperature as well. That's good.
"Where… are we…?" Sonic muttered.
"We're back home. The mission was a total bust," Tails explained. "Do you remember what happened?"
Sonic stared for a moment, his mind still hazy. He shook his head. "Not much."
"I see…"
"Are you okay?" Sonic asked, looking at Tails' now bandaged head, "You, uh, hit your head pretty hard back there."
"Oh, I'm fine!" he brushed it off, like Sonic often did. "You should be worried about yourself! You nearly died taking on that weird, dark Super form!"
"Eh, what else is new…" he shrugged, not fully registering the last part of that sentence, "... Wait, dark- what...?"
Tails recalls the inky black energy that coated Sonic, and the frigid cold, the way the light and life was drained from the air around him.
"Yeah, it was like… the opposite of your Super form," he said, "Dark and cold. You were all quiet, and angry, and crying."
"... Huh." Sonic looks down at his hands, aching and covered in bandages, as he tries to think back. But everything is such a blur. All he really remembers is the heavy feeling and the frigid cold.
He rubs his eyes, unable to shake the tiredness that still fogged his mind.
"Well, it's all…" he yawned, interrupting himself, "... all over now, so… man I'm tired…"
Tails looked back at the monitors. His temperature was much closer to a normal range now. Still a bit low, but healthy. His Chaos Energy levels are still quite low, though, but he knows it'll take a long time for that to get back to normal. He would survive.
"We can… figure that out later. You wanna go back to sleep?" Tails asks as he reaches over to shut off the space heater.
"Mhm…" Sonic nodded, absently scratching at the electrodes stuck to his fur.
"You can take those off now, too."
"Oh, thank Chaos, finally." He ripped them off as quickly as he could, before lying back down and rolling onto his side, getting nice and comfy. Tails lies down, too, cuddling up to his older brother, who no longer felt like a stiff, frigid corpse.
"G'night bud…" Sonic mumbled into the pillow.
Tails smiled. "Good night, Sonic."
The two closed their eyes, Tails' fluffy tails resting over both as they drift off to deep sleep.
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rubyleaf · 3 months
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Honestly? My main piece of advice for writing well-rounded characters is to make them a little bit lame. No real living person is 100% cool and suave 100% of the time. Everyone's a little awkward sometimes, or gets too excited about something goofy, or has a silly fear, or laughs about stupid things. Being a bit of a loser is an incurable part of the human condition. Utilize that in your writing.
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2 genres of fanfiction:
1) put that guy into situations
2) take that guy OUT of situations for the love of GOD let them REST 
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bethanythebogwitch · 2 months
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Some writers: *meticulously plan out every plot point and the tone and meanings before they start writing*
Me:
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whatkindofnameisella · 3 months
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can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.
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