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cutegirlmayra · 4 years

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Metamy Prompt for the Week event

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In the Classic Dimension, Sonic has discovered that Dr. Robotnik has collected ‘Phantom Shards’ that carry the same basic principle abilities as the once intact Phantom Ruby. However, seeing how unstable they are apart, he’s created a gooey substance that puts it’s trapped target to sleep and creates their dream-clones!

Wanting to target Sonic’s friends, Dr. Robotnik places them into a sleep that the Phantom Shards then make into their worst nightmare!

Fighting off these nightmarish realities, Sonic has successfully awakened Tails through a data-bit thunderstorm zone, dodging bolts as they try to electrocute him.

Faster than sound also means speedy close-calls, and Sonic learns from rescuing Tails that his friends’ greatest dreams seem to be the key to destroying their nightmares.

For Tails, he had to believe in himself, that he could be just as brave and cool as Sonic was as a hero.

This desire manifested as the X-Tornado, that ghost-piloted Sonic towards the antidote after defeating a flying Egg-boss.

After taking the antidote, Tails awoke and immediately began looking into these Phantom Shards, and their antidote for waking up.

Sonic also saved Knuckles, who’s nightmare was failing in protecting the Master Emerald, leading to the end of the world. Dr. Robotnik greatly underestimated the Phantom Shards power, and as the world fell into chaos, Sonic discovered Knuckles’s greatest dream was to create world peace.

This manifested as the Chaos Emeralds and the Master Emerald giving Sonic the necessary power to turn Super, even if they were just dream-clones of the actual emeralds.

Saving the day yet again, Sonic was surprised to learn Dr. Robotnik still had one prisoner left over... and could fathom who that could be...

Sonic darted into the room and the metal doors quickly slid shut, he looked to see that from the far right corner was what appeared to be like a giant water chamber that resembled the steampunk diver’s suit head.

He saw Rosy the Rascal floating in her sleep within the goo... much like his other friends.

He zoomed up to the glass and began banging on it, trying to look in more but a strange optical illusion was keeping him from seeing her well enough.

Then... flying down directly behind him... was Metal Sonic.

Sonic turned around and put his fists up, but Dr. Robotnik came down from a chute with... Another Metal Sonic!?

He laughed his typical way, then seemed to state that Rosy’s worst nightmare was indeed, Metal Sonic!

He stated that Sonic may have defeated his greatest creation previously... but two of them!?

Phantom Metal Sonic and Metal Sonic then spread out to come at Sonic from different angles, and it was a tricky fight to maneuver.

However, Classic Doctor Robotnik wasn’t able to predict the feuding robotic spirit that the real Metal Sonic had. Wanting to be the one to fight and end Sonic, it would constantly get cut-off or crash into the Phantom dream-clone, causing Sonic to wind around them and set-up some intercepting collisions.

He defeated the real Metal Sonic, having had a miniature explosion that knocked him to the right into some consoles... making him slide his metallic, heavy body off and hang with his arms still crooked up on the consoles but his head down.

The dream-clone of Metal Sonic was also looking like it’d short-circuit... twitching in the with sparks, but glared menacingly over to Rosy’s water chamber.

Without the antidote, she would remain asleep... and taking her out of the goo with the Phantom Shards inside would be risky... So Sonic didn’t see this coming.

In a last effort to remain permeant in this reality, Phantom Metal Sonic dived and slashed open the glass fisheye effect of the holding water chamber, gushing out the goo that Sonic had to dodge, least he’d be put under a sleep paralysis as well.

Dr. Robotnik started biting his nails, faking his concern for Sonic, before laughing at the predicament he was now in.

Rescue the girl and risk falling to the Phantom Shards’ nightmares? Or continue fighting a never-ending struggle?

Sonic had to think fast, grabbing the Miles-Electric that Modern Tails had gifted him, he remembered that Modern Tails had told him he had an ‘app’ of sorts that could reprogram one Eggman robot to do one specific task. But it would only work for a short period of time.

Looking to see the real Metal Sonic struggling through sparks to rise and fight again, he rushed over to him and turned the Miles-Electric upside, clicking the app and quickly typing in his commands with his tongue out on the other side of his mouth.

A lightning static traveled between the two orbed points, and he shoved this into Metal Sonic’s head, the electric waves now traveling through his metallic shell and into his computing processes.

Enraged at the ‘cheating’ Dr. Robotnik hollered and stomped in his Eggmobile, seeing Metal Sonic retrieve Amy from the Goo and wipe it off her.

In his eyes, Tails’s logo showed the downloaded processes completed, and he stared at her as though wondering what he was doing.

She looked so small and frail in his arms... immediately, he accessed what his new programming was.

The timer was set... and the command: Be her replacement hero while I’m busy, help her to learn to rely on her own abilities but with your aid, protect and make her unafraid of you anymore.

He was twitching at the loathsome command, the new objective was so humbly sickening.

Of course this frail creature should fear him!

He felt his claws twitching before finally, Sonic sped over after distracting the dream-clone and held her, showing he was still actively fighting but glared back at the dream-clone.

The Phantom Metal Sonic suddenly stopped and began to shake again, finally exploding as he saw Sonic protectively shielding her.

In a humorous quip, Dr. Robotnik concluded that Rosy’s greatest dream must be that ‘Love conquers all’ and then opened the metal doors for Sonic to come and face him... The greatest of all fears!

Sonic rolled his eyes, watching him disappear up the chute and then handed Rosy back to Metal Sonic, giving Metal a condensing pat on his heat as though rubbing in the harsh truth of his new servitude to her.

Absolutely unacceptable..!

Sonic took off as Metal Sonic was left to babysit the sleeping girl, and his face revealed every bit of malice he felt towards the situation...

For the first few minutes, he just monitored her heart beat.

In the next, his eyelids began to soften from their cold-stare and turn to a neutral look as he noticed her getting cold and began to regulate a heat through his engine, making sure not to scratch her as he did so, but heating her soggy form up to dry.

When she sneezed in her sleep, he felt his whole systems freak out as her heart momentarily adjusted to the increase in body pressure and decrease blood flow back into it.

Even though it was a mili-second of change, the fact that her body’s output had slightly altered sent him into a panicked frenzy.

Not knowing how to handle that, and seeing she was back to recovering health and stable levels, he lowered his eyelids as though frustrated with the fact that now... this once ‘greatest creation’ that could compete with that of even Sonic, invented to be the better of his organic trash, was suddenly now the nursemaid.

Infuriating!

She breathed lightly.

Insulting!

He adjusted her headband that was slightly slipping off from the slippery goo in her quills.

... Revolting...

He lightly pushed her up more towards his chest so she wasn’t sagging limply in his arms, and giving her the heat necessary for her chest and the rest of her clothes to dry and stay warm.

... Pathetic little thing...

He sharp, silvery claw shone as he lifted it to her bangs, moving them with a waft to the side.

He recounted the humiliating memory of another instance, where he had crashed into a sliding metal door while Sonic had successfully made it to her, tied up and hanging from a pole.

His sharp quills had freed her at once with a low-turning spin-dash, and she had hugged him in gratitude while Metal Sonic was incinerated by a frustrated Eggman.

His memory was downloaded into another Metal body, upgraded but relatively looking the same.

... And yet, Sonic didn’t want to burden himself by taking her along to fight Eggman.

He even chuckled at the scene of Metal holding her.

He wanted her to conquer her greatest fear... Him.

Metal Sonic looked up a moment, his new programming trying to come up with ways that she wouldn’t be afraid of him anymore.

Although he didn’t like the programming, nor any living-organism,... he still contemplated ways to achieve his newly downloaded goals.

Sonic finally returned, and as he did, gave Rosy the antidote.

Upon waking up, she was teetering, but her enthusiasm over Sonic’s face made her want to run to him. Instead, she lunged forward and Metal Sonic had to catch her before falling.

Once her eyes adjusted, she noticed Sonic still chuckling with a hand over his mouth as her eyes blinked over to being in Metal Sonic’s hold...

She immediately summoned her hammer and started to bash him.

Sonic takes off as Rosy tries to follow him, still scared and whining out about the loyal, puppy-like Metal Sonic tagging along behind her, but when he knocks one of Eggman’s missiles away from hitting her... using all his jet-strength to propel it in a new direction... she stood amazed.

He flew down to her and just stared at her...

She tried to walk back but he zipped at sonic-speeds to place his hand to her waist and pull her back.

She blushed in fright but looked back to see him pointing to a muddy puddle, showing she would have stepped in it.

He let her go as she marveled and covered half her face with her hands... bundled into fists at her shyness.

She begins to defend herself and learn how to fight the Eggman robots while under the careful, chaperone eye of Metal Sonic.

As she runs up a loop-de-loop, he’s there to assist her.

When she swings and misses a robot, he annihilates it before she can open her eyes, so she believes she hit it and destroyed it.

With her confidence rising, she learns self-reliance, and finally catches up to Team Sonic as they prepare for the last few zones of battle.

Dr. Robotnik put himself into the dream-goo, so his greatest dream might come to pass! Switching the concoction around, his Phantom Empire was glitching into existence everywhere.

Metal Sonic didn’t mind...

But his eyes turned to Rosy, who was fearful of these images...

He immediately decided he didn’t like it, and glared threateningly towards the metal statues and structures.

However... He didn’t notice the timer... had finally concluded.

Not wanting to leave her side, he fought as the Eggman objectives began to successfully override Tails’s software update, and rebooted him.

As he stepped away, hoping to move as far away from Rosy as possible, he gripped his head as Eggman’s logo began to flash and show the rebooting process downloading up.

When the others realized this, Rosy threw out her hand, stopping them. She wanted to be the one... to defeat him.

It was emotional, seeing the once helpful friend turn into a fierce, villainous robot once again.

But she wasn’t afraid of him anymore.

She couldn’t deal the last blow, and as she fell to her knees and cried over his sparking form, he lifted a metallic claw up...

Sonic quickly moved her out of the way of his attempted slash, as his claws lengthened to try and deal further damage to her.

Rosy softly cried as Sonic moved away from her, spun to give one last finishing blow and kicked him into the sky.

As he exploded, Rosy reached out to him, crying out as Tails and Knuckles had to hold her back.

She was so saddened to see him go... she vowed that if she ever found a nice robot, she could preserve it, no matter what the cost.

Her outstretched hand... withdrew into a shaking fist, full of conviction.

She wasn’t afraid of robots anymore...

She wanted to help them.

Although Metal Sonic had reverted back to his original form, forgetting all about their adventures together... her silent knight in dark blue, metallic armor that would let her practice in safety... swinging her hammer... as he then almost swiped her away after his programming changed...

She sobbed quietly into her hands, still shaking in anger at how Eggman could create such terrifying robots... but amazed at how Tails could reinvent them into loving friends.

“You really shouldn’t have made him so nice, Sonic. Then, Rosy wouldn’t have formed such a strong attachment to him.” Classic Tails commented, putting his hands to his hips and leaning towards the culprit.

Sonic just shrugged, looking back at Amy and wanting to comfort her, but feeling that she needed to cry over it a little bit longer.

Metal Sonic had completed his objective, after all... and Sonic smiled to see that, but quickly frowned as he closed his eyes, folded his arms, and waited for Rosy a distance away...

She balled over Metal Sonic’s deactivated head... unable to, in the end, part with it.

It took several minutes... and some could argue, still more time later for her grief to mend… but that’s where her love of reforming others came into play, along with her independence... she would never forget when she first got so excited over completing the zone that she reached a fist up for a light pound of comradery.

Realizing he was her greatest fear though, she hesitated and pulled back slightly, but he immediately, robotically, advanced up to her and without blinking or removing his eyes from her, directly faced her and lifted his own hand up.

Slowly, he curled every finger into a fist and lightly knocked her bundled hand in the show of ‘Good job, congrats on your first--kinda--solo run.’

She would never forget it... and holding her hand close to her heart... she would never forget what lessons it gave her.

About robots. About people...

She looked to Sonic, who--as though sensing her inquisitive gaze--looked back over his shoulder at her...

Some robots could be even warmer than people...

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wonderinc-sonic · 9 months

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My Perfect Partner - Metamy Week Day 2

Amy Rose is an upcoming Popstar with an unusual partner: the most powerful A.I. robot, whose only task is to support her. They practice a new routine. (2.6k words)

Thank you to the Idol Amy AU comic that I enjoy very much, and also all of the other people throughout time who have made Amy a singer, I have loved and internalised every one. This is a bit of an experiment in terms of Metal's characteristics, as he has been made for a different purpose.

Metal Sonic's startup system whirred. The time was 01:47, he was in the dance studio, where last his records stated. Good. He didn't like being moved unconsciously.

This was not the approved hour for training, so his first order was to check for an emergency, but all he saw was the studio in low lights, and Amy Rose, wearing a cropped pyjama set, her hair in a scruffy ponytail, and toes in fluffy socks.

"What is the directive?" He asked, as he stepped out of his charging bay. Amy backstepped out the way, her hands behind her back.

"Sorry if I woke you, I wasn't sure if you were really asleep." She whispered. Metal lowered his volume to match her.

"I was conserving energy. My power supplies are in good condition, daily charging is superfluous. You, however, are usually asleep at this hour." He pointed. Amy hopped from foot to foot, embarrassed. Her face was always so expressive when she wasn't in makeup. Often she was, as she went to photoshoots in the morning, before she practised with Metal. But by the end of their training, the photographer's paint would shift from her face and smear onto her hands and onto him. The stage paint, however, was more like a mask that kept her from even moving those muscles. Sometimes, up close, her face was more stiff than his. But now her cheeks scrunched and stretched freely into a guilty smile, and her eyes sparkled in their natural green.

"Yeah, I am, but I just couldn't stop thinking about what the director said."

Metal beeped as he withdrew into his recordings.

"Do you even want this Amy? No, I'm serious, 'cause why are we all here if you don't? Can you let us know, so I don't waste my time?" He parrotted her Director's voice helpfully. Amy winced, and nodded.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that. I'm real sorry for letting you and everybody down. They worked so hard on the dance, and you... I'm starting to think you deserve a metal partner too, huh?" She joked, but her hurt showed as clear as code. Metal buffered.

"I was designed to perform with you, Amy. Why would I ever do anything else?" He asked. She laughed softly, and leant into his chest to the speaker program.

"You could do so, so much more, y'know? I'm the limit here! But... I just really wanted to try again. See if I can't get this right before the morning, then when we start tomorrow, we'll knock their socks off! If you don't mind, that is?" She prompted him, as she pressed his chest and requested the last song they'd rehearsed. Metal instantly posed for their first point.

"I will gladly comply."

But I don't think you need to.

He didn't say, because thinking wasn't what he was supposed to do. It was an offshoot of his learning A.I., just a quirk that happened when they fed a machine too many love songs. Because that was what they performed, and so he couldn't help it.

He beeped to count them in, as she took her first position too.

The dance was a blend of contemporary and latin, to go with the song - it was a new direction for Amy, but this was what she wanted to write, so the choreographer did his best to match. Amy stumbled and forgot her points here and there, and became so frustrated she called to stop before she sang the first chorus.

"Your vocals do not need rehearsing." He assured her. She shook her head, then nodded.

"I know they're fine, but I have to be able to do the dance while singing, I need to know my breath will stretch!" she puffed, fanning her cheeks as she prepared to start again.

"I could always support you?" Metal asked in a near perfect recreation of her voice. As he recorded everything he heard, he had the ability to speak or sing for her, a feature being trialled for mass use but not publically known about. Amy shook her head fiercely.

"Then you might as well do the whole thing yourself! I can either do it, or I shouldn't be here at all!"

Metal parsed for helpful words, but Amy just stomped her socked feet.

"Start again! I have to do this!"

So Metal beeped them in.

Metal Sonic was designed to be the perfect partner, as well as the future of the vocaloid genre. For Amy's team, they determined that her songs, which so often featured a nebulous man as the object of her affections, would take a more cheerful tone onstage if performed with a partner, and after many failed auditions the design team suggested this strange solution. Amy once felt embarrassed that they couldn't find a male artist to work with, but the strange and striking nature of their performance captured public interest, and they were still riding that novelty wave to sold out concerts.

His name, officially, was E(C)-MS01. Fans had many names for him, but often just Amy's partner or the partner. Metal Sonic - the 'MS' in his name - was an in-joke with the team, since Amy's first ever songbook was all written about a certain blue popstar she had a crush on as a teenager. She thought she'd die if the press found out, made worse by the fact she still drew inspiration from those diaries and songs for her work.

She tripped as she was lost in thought, failing to focus on the dance again, and ceased singing to growl in frustration. Metal paused the music; where they'd stopped they held a closed position, and her hand was still in his, his arm behind her waist. She was leant slightly back, so if he let her go, she would fall; so he let her lean there as long as she liked.

"Your body will not perform well if you are tired." Metal volunteered. Amy bonked her head against his chest.

"If it really wanted to, it would. What's wrong with me?" She sighed quietly.

"There is nothing wrong with you at all, Amy Rose."

Amy laughed humourlessly;

"Then why can't I do what Amy Rose is meant to do?"

Metal was silent as his processor was challenged. Amy seemed to take that as proof she was right, and stood up to leave him, and leant on the ballet bar to gaze through the skylight at the night above her.

Metal followed after a moment, and copied her pose. He was getting scarily like her: she supposed eventually they'd have to teach his A.I. some behaviours other than hers, but for now she found it endearing.

"Perhaps the song is not right. Is your 'heart in it'?"

She scratched her quills.

"They say it's a good song. A new era for me."

"But you've always said your music comes from your heart. If that isn't happening, then maybe it's not meant to be." Metal offered. He used her own phrases on her with almost perfect tone, but he was clearly still uncertain about his use of them. She smiled and affirmed him, and his eyes flicked to show he'd logged that.

"But, it is how I feel. Sorta? I mean it must be, I wrote it?"

Metal loaded again.

"Is the song about love?"

"... sort of?'

"Is the song about praising God?"

"What the hell- no? Where would you get that idea?"

"It seemed unlikely. Is the song is about sex?"

"What? No, no, no it isn't!" She squeaked.

"Oh. Apologies. I am not particularly adept in song analysis. My primary statements indicate that 'most songs are about love; if not, to look for signs of religious language, otherwise assume sex'."

She laughed warmly, and Metal awaited input correction, quietly pleased she was happy.

"That says more about your designer's opinions than the actual state of music, I think. There's more to life than romance, hymns and sex."

"This is interesting. Such as?"

This made her laugh again, and she tapped on his fingers as she looked up.

"Friendship? Loneliness? Change? Anything and everything under the sky, and beyond!" She laughed as she gestured to the moon; "Anything a person could feel, we can write about!"

"That is interesting, and difficult for me. What is this song about?"

"I'm sure it is. This song... is about feeling misunderstood. The singer doesn't know why she feels out of step with others, and is asking for someone to understand her."

Metal watched her tap the rhythm over his metal fingers.

"Do you feel like that?"

She rubbed her face with her hand, and didn't look at him.

"I suppose I do. Don't worry about that, though. It's not your concern."

Metal updated his records. Her own loving sentiment that she poured into every song rushed back in the stream of words he generated, but none of that passed his secondary checks to confirm they made sense.

"Perhaps the routine is wrong."

"No, you're doing it right."

"'Wrong', meaning 'Incongruous'. It is a dance that requires being perfectly in step. This is antithical to the intended meaning. If you truly want to be understood, this performance should be you asking that of the audience, not conforming to them. It is important to you."

It was Amy's turn to be quiet, loading through her thoughts, before she groaned.

"Great, I'm sure the team will love that. 'I'm not the problem, guys! It's all of you!'"

Metal let her think for a bit longer, before he changed tone.

"Could I try designing you a performance?"

Amy rubbed her eyes and raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't know you knew how to do that."

"I have observed the process. I could try. It could be our surprise to reveal tomorrow."

"What, you could design it now?"

Metal whirred a little, conflicted. If he revealed that he had been working on designing a dance for Amy for months, she might think it strange. But Metal felt he knew her better than anyone, and had run models through his system of thousands of dances with Amy, with the unreleased Improvisation system. So naturally, as he could tell Amy was struggling, he had been modelling his own dance for her to improve the performance.

"I have... now."

"Just then? There's no way! Well, I've got to see this!" She laughed, and requested it.

The choreography was less technical, more emotive, with pauses specifically added for Amy to add her own flourishes and contemporary flare. Metal would represent the walls around her, the masses, and the figure she expected to be. It was far too brilliant, too raw, for a machine to make, yet here it was rendered across his display with their two figures.

Amy was speechless. Metal waited for her to respond, then began to replay the sequence.

"You... you are so much more than a machine, huh?"

Metal's chest burned with pride that shouldn't have been there. He could never confide that he knew it was true, that there was something in him that was made to do more than repeat music, but to move, speak and think with power and independence. And she saw him, and she saw that he felt it, or perhaps just her own pride in him was reflected in the visor.

"Let's do it."

He stepped her through as he played the song, and when they finished the stagger through she barked orders to repeat this bit, this turn, to alter this one move to flow into another. Metal loved her when she was like this, passionate in a way that seemed furious with everyone, but actually came from her joy and high expectation.

Amy was strong, far stronger and fitter than they were allowed to portray her as an idol, and when her turn to improvise came, she lifted Metal into the air.

He adapted instantly, gracefully posing as she would and allowing himself to be spun. She sweated, her breath haggard as she sang, which to his mind added all the raw energy this performance should have.

Amy caught up with herself when she noticed her own breath fogging Metal's face as he held her at the end of another rehearsal. She had left condensation fingerprints on his body where her hot hands met the cold chassis. Her body burned and ached, but for a moment she had found her magic:

When she danced with Metal, she could forget being a starlet was just one step on her dream ladder, and that she wasn't good enough to be signed where she wanted to be. She forgot she was dancing with a walking advertisement for the biggest tech company in the world, part of a grander scheme to improve public perception of the company and A.I. robots in general, an initiative she hadn't previously agreed with, but was now the face of. She could forget, even, that she was dancing with a machine that was made to serve her, that it was not marvellous or impressive when it did so.

Because she was singing to Metal, who felt more real than anyone knew. When she sang, he sprang to life from a doll in a musicbox to a powerful force that could rip her apart in his fingers, but chose to be soft and beautiful just for her. And she was the same: she could tear the world apart and throw it to the flame, but she chose to dance beautifully on a stage. They weren't trapped in their roles; they showed mercy to the world, like wild tigers in a flea circus.

Metal's fingers twitched, as if to pull her closer but he didn't. She deluded herself that he wanted to, that there was a beating heart in there that could want, and felt like her. She pressed her head into his, letting her weird feelings run unchecked for just a moment more.

"Amy Rose; are you not tired yet?"

She sighed, the magnet in her desperately pushing her face to kiss him, but she pushed her head away and nodded instead.

"I should go shower and sleep. But I love your dance. I want to do that one."

Metal nodded. He would love to smile, but instead just bumped his head against hers as gently as he could, and her heart burst.

She yawned fakely to hide her pink face.

"We should do this again sometime, I like rehearsing with you when it's just us."

"You should not make late exercise a habit."

"Yeah, you're right, I'll put you in bay."

He followed her to his sleeping quarters, already cataloguing every new thing he'd learned. As she plugged him in she drew close to him again, mounting him exactly as he had been, in his music box.

"I'm glad you're my partner." She whispered.

"I'm glad too." He whispered back. She giggled.

"You have to feel like that, though."

His fingers tried to resist being put away, and one hand unclipped itself and found her softened quills in their ponytail, and stroked her face. She seemed to catch fire where he touched, glowing red.

"I don't think I am supposed to feel like this." He said as quietly as he could, his eyes blanking as they did when he was concentrating, or nervous. Amy held the hand to her cheek, then leant up to his face.

She kissed the space beneath his nose where his mouth would have been. It was brief, and strange to her, but as she pulled back those few seconds replayed in Metal's internal record bank over and over again.

They stood in frightening silence, before Amy took his hand from her face and placed it back on it's mount.

"Good night, Metal Sonic."

"Good night, Amy Rose."

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rinnidraws · 3 years

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Sometimes I don’t have ideas for drawing and @maggy-on-the-run gave me the idea about prompt

So here’s one that I’m working on

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generic-sonic-fan · 1 year

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Hullo there ! I love your " a father’s embrace " fanfic it got me into metal sonic more so i was wondering if u knew any other fanfics i could read that includes him , I would be very gratful for it ☆

Thank you so much! I'm really glad you enjoyed it. Be sure to also give a look to (shameful self-plug here, apologies) I Can't Take All This and a prompt fill I did for him a while back! Also keep an eager eye out for my Metal Sonic longfic that I'll post. . . eventually.

Without further ado, here's my rec list! I'll sort my recs into four categories: non-ship, Metamy, Metadow and Metonic.

Non-Ship:

The first thing I'll put in this category is actually not a fic, but an official piece of Sonic media. You are now legally obligated to watch the Sonic OVA!! This movie fundamentally changed the way I characterize Metal Sonic forever, and is the basis for at least one fic I'm recommending on this list. 2D animated Sonic is genuinely one of my favorite things on the great green earth, and the OVA has it in spades. If you love the Sonic CD intro, you're gonna love this one. The only drawback is that you have to deal with 90s sexism in some parts, but that's pretty minor.

Now, with that out of the way, let me get on to my actual fic recommendations:

and so I transformed myself with my own hands - by @couch-house. This is THE transfemme Metal Sonic bible right here. But not only that, it features a terrifyingly well-written Eggdad and a great take on Sage. Every scene where Eggman and Metal verbally spar in this one had me on the edge of my seat. The tension and pacing of this one is absolutely fan-fucking-tastic. So don't just read it for trans girl Metal- read it for everything else as well.

Situation: Optimal - by ModOrbot. Metal Sonic battles Sonic and pushes himself to the breaking point- and Eggman gets concerned. Featuring good dad Eggdad and some interesting angst from Metal.

Honorary mention to METACOGNITION - by Chaos Theory (Lizardmind). This one's still ongoing, but I really like this author's narration for Metal so far, and the alternate universe premise they're building is fascinating to watch as it unfolds.

Metamy:

Carbon Cafe - by @metallix-mixin. A post-redemption Metal waxes poetic about the bakery he now runs, and the lovely guest who visits him there. A short and sweet story with a charmingly verbose and romantic narration style for Metal that I haven't found anywhere else. I think about this fic whenever I pass a bakery.

Bird Calls - by Fumiku. Metal stumbles across Amy while she's bird-watching. This one's simply the best Metamy I've ever read. Period. GOD I love this one. Most of the time, I simply tolerate Metamy to get more content with Metal Sonic in it, but this fic makes me believe in love. The emotions that both Metal and Amy go through in this one are just so in-character, and are so, so good.

Beauty is in the Beholder - by Fumiku. This is the only fic I've ever found that's about Metamy after the introduction to their relationship. In this one, they've been dating for a while now, but Metal's been having some issues with mental health and body image. Good thing Amy's there to help :)

Metadow:

Mutually Beneficial, Whatever It Takes, and A Form Chosen By Himself, But Not For Himself - by @south-sea here on tumblr. In fact, you really should just check out everything Sea has ever written for their Second Chance AU that they have starring Shadow and Metal. They write Shadow and Metal in a queer-platonic relationship and their writing is honestly what sold me on the relationship in the first place. Everything they touch with these two characters is solid gold. The narration style they use for Metal is brutally effective. I can't recommend those fics highly enough.

Metonic:

Halves of the Same Coin - by @sunnimint. OVA Universe. This fic is MANDATORY READING once you've seen the OVA. This fic dragged me from the highest fluffy happiness to the most gut-wrenching of angst. This fic destroyed me. This fic remade me. And this fic just got its concluding chapter. It's the perfect time to read it.

Iron Oxide - by TheEnigmaMachine. This is the other mandatory reading for Metonic, this time set roughly in gameverse. This fic is fascinating because it's actually a high-concept science fiction novel neatly disguised as a ship fic. This one's a pleasure to read because Metal actually narrates in and utilizes actual computer and science terms (the tags for "quantum mechanics" and "physics" aren't kidding!) It genuinely blew my mind when I first read it. Don't let the weird premise scare you- roll with the angst, bunker down for the enemies-to-lovers slow burn, and give it a shot.

Beginnings of an End - by @sunnimint. If any of you were crying because you don't want to watch the OVA but still wanted to read Sunnimint's absolutely phenomenal prose, look no further- she's got one in gameverse too. This one, opposite of her other one, features a Metal raised by a good dad Eggman, and all of the baggage that comes with it going into a Metonic relationship. It's a fascinating read. The only problem is that it's unfinished, but what's there is solid gold.

#sth #fanfiction #metal sonic #rec list #thank you for asking! I'm honored to give a rec list #if you couldn't tell. . . I'm a bit of a metonic enthusiast.#it's a bit difficult to tell you which of these fics influenced my writing for metal the most #because all of them play an equal part #please please please go give these fics and their creators some love!!!

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