Deep inside of the smoldering volcano, Sonic had been cornered. Silver, Quentin Tarantino, Fozzie Bear, and that terrible actress from the new Silent Hill movie advanced forward. Not even all of those Eggman's robots could stop them. They had come to far to lose. The fate of the world was at stake.

"Well, I never thought you guys would ever get this far. You've got me in a pretty bad jam here," Sonic said.

"Woah," Miles 'Neo' Prower said. "My head's spinning."

"But I still have one last trick up my sleeve. You may have taken my speed away from me, but I still have one power I can call upon. The power of buttrock!"

Just then, the deafening sound of a cheesy 80's pop signer flooded the room.

"WHAT COMES UP MUST COME DOWN YET MY FEET CAN'T TOUCH THE GROUND-"

"IT'S SUCH A BAD SIGN-"

"IN THIS WORLD HIS WOOOOOOORLD WHERE OOOOOOONE IS ALL-"

The shockwaves forced Silver and his companions back. Silver tried to fight it with his psychokinetic powers, but failed to push the buttrock back.

"It's no use!" Silver exclaimed. "We're done for."

"No... there is another option," Tarantino said. "There's only one thing that's powerful enough to defeat buttrock."

"But we swore we'd never use that!"

"It's too late for promises! It's now or never. Use it!"

Silver took a deep breath, and reached deep inside himself. The horrible power that gnawed at his mind was yearning to be free, but now he knew that it was the time to release it.

"Alright. I promised never to do this, but it's too late for that. I call upon the power of vaporwave!"

A purple wave exploded outward and collided with the heavy consumerist pop songs that were pushing forward.

"ARGH! Vaporwave?! There's no way you could have mastered that power!" Sonic yelled.

The purple wave reformed itself into a bunch of VHS tapes, which grew into a sphere that surrounded Sonic. The sphere began collapsing inward, despite Sonic's growing efforts to fight it off. But without Crush 40 to aid him, he could no longer resist the power of the 80's meme movement. The VHS tapes crushed him into a tiny ball.

Silver gave a great sigh of relief. The battle for the future was finally over. They had won.

Meanwhile, on a rich tropical island resort, the cast of Freedom Planet patted themselves on the back for having made a decent game in the last five years.