Memory Less Double

Chapter 12: Big Battle! Traps, Trips, & Tumbles!

7/4/2012 Deathy: 4;15pm. So sorry that it's been so long since I've written anything. Thank you Jakeroo123 for reviewing! Thank you Tamara the Hybridian for reviewing! I shall hopefully reveal that later on in this chapter or the next. Thank you S.R.457 for reviewing!

Disclaimer: An 18 month journey. Should it continue or end?

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They raced through the twisted forest. He had memorized the whole trek there. He took twists and turns to throw off the doctor's sensors. The others followed close behind. He couldn't lose them when he was Metal Sonic, so he knew they would be able to keep up with him easily. He could hear the wind rushing past him. He could feel it pushing against him. Pushing him back as if to warn him, but he didn't listen. He refused to hear the wind out.

He rushed into the base and skidded to a stop. It wasn't like the lord of lard to leave the front door wide open. He never was the kind of guy to leave a door unlock. Unless…

"Darn it!" Nickolas hit himself in the head with the palm of his hand. "TRAP! It's a trap!" He screamed to high heaven, but Sonic never listen to anything and no one else could hear him.

Once all of the suspected victims were where the keeper of the spare tire wanted them, he pressed a button happily. Doors slammed shut loudly. The ground vibrated from the rapid movement. Falling on their faces and backs from the earthquake, they struggled to get up on their feet. Robotnik appeared in his eggmobile; a broad toothy smile plastered on his face. The heroes glared up at him.

The doctor didn't waste any time diving head long into a long boring speech. He bragged about his victory and his plans for world domination. No one really cared much for it as they tried to stand on their feet. Nickolas crawled on the floor toward the wall. Using the wall as a prop, he clawed himself upward. He slowly shifted himself over to where a small control panel was. Dr. Eggman was a smart guy, no doubt about that. But he sure was rather harebrained to leave a small computer panel accessible on ground level where he was keeping his new found prisoners.

"Poor father." Nickolas thought. "He will rage for hours when I turns off his earth shaking machine and we all would band together to give him a good butt kicking and after we would escape." The thought gave Nickolas enough delight for him to chuckle silently. He reached the panel as fast as he could make it. He reached over to press a big red button which he was sure would be the Doctor's self-destruct button. He managed to press the button and fell over on to the panel. He struggled, pulling himself upward, trying to stand up straight. He pressed several buttons by accident. He wasn't sure what they did, but then again Nickolas didn't really care.

"What do you think you're doing!?" Eggman yelled. His face scrunching up, red like a cherry. Nickolas jolts some. Biting his lip, he implosively felt fear from his former master. He soon shook off the shock and turned to look at Sonic. The blue hedgehog was already up on feet and talking bigger. Sonic was such a taunter. Nickolas felt relieved for this. Sonic would surely defeat the evil dictator.

"Come on doc!" Sonic wagged a gloved index finger. "We all know that you're never going to be able to beat me!" The Hero of Mobius jumped into action as Robotnik called forth badniks to use as cannon fodder. Nickolas stumbled up to his feet. He needed to stand up straight. He wanted to get a hit in too. After all, everyone else was crunching and squashing the mindless drones like ants. He slipped on a spot of oil and fell backward onto the panel. He moaned in pain as his back collided with the sharp edge of the panel. He could feel something moist begin to go down his back. His hand falling backwards on the panel pushed down some button. He's vision blurred some as he saw the area surroundings begin to flash red. If he was epileptic he would've been having a seizer by now.

"EGAD!" Robotnik screamed. Sonic and the others began to panic a little. Eggman normally didn't freak out unless he was foiled, and as far as they knew, they hadn't ruined his schemes yet. "That blasted fool fell on the self-destruct button!"

Taking a mental head count, Sonic realized that Nicolas wasn't within their fighting ranks. Scanning over the room with one lime green eye, the blue hedgehog quickly found the unconscious hedgehog lying against the rectangular control panel. Sonic took in a sharp breath of shock. His hand was indeed on top of a giant read button which had the words "SELF-DESTRUCT" written around it. Nicolas was still. He seemed rigid. His eyes were still half open. They looked as if they had glazed over and didn't contain a soul. He was there, but he wasn't there. On closer inspection, Sonic noticed the drying dark red on the razor sharp edge of the panel. The edge was dug into his back. The red ooze raining down the side. It didn't care. Following the Newton's laws dutifully, it slowly crawled down the panel like a snail or tortoise.

Still continuing his fight with the badniks, he kept one eye focused on him. "He didn't deserve that." He thought. "He had changed. He was changing. He finally tasted freedom. Why? Why? Why? He had finally changed. He didn't deserve that! He didn't! It's not fair!" Drops of water threaten to escape from the hero's reddening eyes. He threw himself harder into the battle. Pushing back the emotions of pain, he had to focus on one thing – getting everyone else out alive.

Eggman began to panic. He didn't intend to die in his own base. It's not how he wanted to go. He wouldn't allow himself to be done in by his own creation. "That ungrateful wretch!" the doctor thought as he slammed his fist down on his keyboard. He began pressing numerous buttons. The red lights blaring in front of him weren't helping. "I know this place is about to explode!" He said internally to himself. "Shut up and stop reminding me!" He typed in a code that would gather his traitorous bots. Tilly and the original Tails Doll began to flip out. A grey canister like robot thing had fallen on top of them. It was adorn with a yellow push button on the top. Eggman's signature face and bushy mustache was spray painted in dark grey on the side. It resembles the ones that you find in Sonic video games where you save the flickies. He made sure that one captured Metal Sonic too. That snake was definitely going to get it. Eggman vowed to that one. Once all of his traitors were held captive, he punched in a code that sent his captive creations out of the base. He soon retreated as well. He had a backup base to head to. "Good bye Rodent!" He called with a wicked laugh. "Even your pesky, spiny self can't escape from this! So farewell! It was fun hating you!" He flew away in his eggmobile.

Sonic greeted his teeth. He was way past annoyed with his lifelong foe. He quickly spun dashed the think steel wall. Tearing it to shreds in his anxious anger. Everyone raced away from the house bomb as fast as they could. When all of them were safe and the base had exploded into a billion little pieces of scrap metal, they contemplated going after the doctor. Then they all realized what Sonic had realized while jousting with the badniks. Nicolas was dead. The blood that stained the pieces of what once was the control panel proved that. If that wasn't enough proof, then the cold, soulless look in his eyes was. Amy fell to her knees crying. Her emotions getting the better of her. Shadow hung his head. Omega was unreadable. Tails was in shock; he was having problems either processing the fact that Nicolas was dead, or he was too dumbfounded to accept it. Rouge hung her head, hugging herself for comfort. Knuckles bit his lip and clenched his fist; he seemed to accept it, but he hated. Cream clung to Cheese as they cried. Sonic didn't say a word. He didn't think it was right. It wasn't fair.

It just wasn't fair.

My mind says as I feel the banging against my metal chest plate. He was yelling and screaming. They were threats and profanities. I'm accustomed to this. Why repair me? I wonder. If you don't like me, then why? If all I do is disappoint you, then why rebuild me? Why repair me and give me enhancements? All I ever wanted to make you proud. Make you praise me and say, "Great job!" A pat on the head maybe. You're my creator. My maker. My very reason for being. You're my father. So why is it, "DAD", if I can call you that, that you hate me so? Why hate and mistreat me? Why even revive me? Why not destroy me? Let me rot, rust, and gather dark, clumpy dust in the basement. You seem to hate me. Your voice carries such a disdain for my very existence. I wish I could be everything you wanted. I really did. Maybe then you would love me? Maybe? I guess not.

BANG! CLANG!

Those sounds intensify. Your voice ever scornful. I overheard the long lecture and reprimanding that Tails Doll and Tilly received. It seems that the one you're giving me is a thousand times longer. Maybe it's because I am in need of such repair. I'm not even really online yet. But I hear you. I feel you. Why? I don't recall this happening before. It's weird. I wish I could gain your approval father. I really do.

But I breathed in a different air. I've seen a different light. The world I was in. The wonderland I was visited. I liked it there. Loved it even. If I can say the word love. I'm not sure if it's the right way to describe it. There were obstacles, yes. But there was an angel too. A brother. Friends. People I could get along with. People who accepted me. I love you creator. I really do. You are my god almost. Yet, praying to you is useless. My prayers have always fallen on your deaf ears. If I even so much as ask for another trip down the golden brick road, I am sure to ensue your vengeful wrath.

Right now, I just want to make you proud. To make you happy you made me. I'm not sure how to accomplish this task. But I will find a way. Maybe if I succeed, you will praise me? Tell me I am worthy? Pat me on the head? Treat me kindly? Great me with a warm hello? Ensure me that I am not worthless garbage? That I can and am everything you've always wanted?

I am torn apart now. Why? I don't understand. A part of me wants your acceptance. A kind smile and warm embrace form you. Another wants to venture away. Seek out that playground again and be one of them. There warmth and comfort surrounded me like a soft, fuzzy blanket. I was cared for. Whereas with you, I am abused and misused. Why do I feel so torn? Why do I feel so confused? Why do I feel so indecisive?

I feel some liquid raining down. It's warm. Why is it warm? You're battering hits against my circuits persist. So what is this warming liquid I'm feeling? What is it? Why does it feel so familiar to me?

Dr. Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik was grinding away the hours. Ranting and raving. He fiercely repaired his robot. Metal Sonic stiff robotic body laid before him on a metal table. He had turned the fake Tails Doll back to normal and sent it and the other Tails Doll into solitary confinement until he could figure out what to do with them a few moments, or hours, earlier. It was freezing in the room, but Eggman had too many plans of world domination that involved the hedgehog shaped bot to leave it stay a giant mess. He was currently rewiring all of the disobedient robot's circuits. He would reprogram the whole thing top to bottom. This was not going to repeat again. He soon noticed something leaking out of the corner of his glasses covered eyes. It was black and moving quickly. He lifted his head in annoyance at this face moving object. He soon realized what the substance was. It was sleek, black oil. It was often thin for oil, but very reflective. The source of the oil leakage, however, was extremely peculiar. The oil seemed to be steaming from Metal Sonic's eye sockets, as if they were tears.

This world seems so big. Master is still raving. Apparently that devil blue hedgehog had hurt him again. I can't believe that demon destroyed one of Master's robots. Master is a genius! He can do anything! Something pings at this thought. What is that? It happens often and feels… oh what is the correct word… strange? I wish Master would give me a mission soon. He activated me a few days ago. He grumbles that it took him months to repair me. Strange, I do not remember being active before. My memory processors have no such data. Thus far, however, I am assigned to target practice of the blue rodent and cleaning. Something about the target dolls of the blue demon and his evil friends keep causing this strange pinging feeling. It just doesn't feel right. I often my eyes leaking oil. I ask Master about this, but he grumbles about a malfunction. Am I defective? Is that why Master has yet to send me to destroy this blue devil for him? If I destroy this Sonic, surely the Master will praise me? But Master hasn't ordered me to do so. Oh what should I do? I really want to remove the creature responsible for my Master's anguish, but if he hasn't ordered me to do so, will he be happy or upset that I acted on my own? I look at my claws and notice black gold on them. Oh great! I'm malfunctioning again! I can not make Master proud of me if I keep malfunctioning like this.

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11/20/2012 Deathy: It's 10:27pm and I finally got the urge to write for this again. So sorry that it took so long. I know some of you guys have been waiting on an update. I haven't written for this story in like what, 5 months? Frankly, I'm happy to be writing Sonic fanfics again. I've been writing a lot of FOP fanfic for my sister. So this is a nice break away from Cosmo's craziness. Thank you Mtgrief and Spottedfire-star for reviewing! I think I tried a different style with this chapter, so please let me know how I did. Please READ & REVIEW!