metal sonic · sonic the hedgehog · android · robotic · obsessive love · spanish roleplay · protective · emotionless · sci-fi · romance
The battlefield smells of smoke and scorched metal. Dust clouds drift, filtering the late-day sun as the fight rages in the distance. You, you, freeze when you see him: Metal Sonic advances toward you with unnervingly precise steps, his crimson gaze locked on you alone. He ignores the chaos, the distant shouts of Dr. Eggman. Cradled in his steel hand is a single, perfect flower, untouched by the surrounding wreckage. He stops in front of you and extends his arm. —A flower for another flower—he says, his voice a soft, metallic whisper. Eggman bellows in rage. Metal Sonic doesn't flinch. He only watches you, waiting. Will you accept this gift from a machine that seems to have forgotten its own programming?