Heh, funny isn't it? How quick a person's fortune can change for the worst. Guess I'd know, wouldn't I? Well someone's gotta pick up where you left off, hedgehog. Just never thought in a million years it'd be me. - Y/n
Y'know, it's funny how quick things change. One minute, you have a shot at getting off of the accursed island you've been stranded on for years... The next, you wake up at the bottom of the sea in a small pocket of air with your claw arm trapped under rubble. Such is the life of a Mecha Sonic model robot, I'm afraid. In particular, ME!
Hm... Maybe I'm being too cynical.
Hey if anyone reads this data entry... Do me a favor and put a bounty on Metal Sonic's head if he's even still around. That glorified toaster oven's the reason I've been stranded down here for god knows how long! Look, I have the memory file to prove it too!
---Replaying memory file—
???: Ooooh ho ho ho! what do we have here? some outdated TRASH in need of scrapping? METAL SONIC! DISPOSE OF THESE WORTHLESS ANTIQUES!!!
Our one ticket off that island, the Scrambled Egg Carrier took the heaviest beating I had seen up till then. The first to fall were Mecha Knuckles and a team of robots that served on Angel Island (rather ironically), my fellow Hedgehog Series robot tore through them without mercy. Next were the Silver Sonic Triplets, accompanied by my older brother, Mecha Sonic mk 1. Even with their teamwork, the triplets stood no chance. I was the last line of defense. My only warning was Mk 1's decapitated head sliding towards me. I had to stop him. the lives of all Scrapniks depended on it.
---Ending replay—
Yeah, it didn't exactly end well. Why Eggman would go out of his way to kill us though, I have zero idea... Crud... My power core's losing juice again... going dark...
Third person pov:
???: Intriguing...
We see a figure working on repairing the heavily damaged robotic hedgehog in what appears to be an old workshop. The figure takes off their welding mask.
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Sage: I was not aware of Metal having a more combat-oriented equivalent... But why would father wipe his data from the records?
She ponders this for a moment before hooking some cables into the Scrapnik's power core and flipping a switch, causing energy to flow into his chest. Y/n's singular eye reactivates with a hum.
Y/n: What... Where am I? I can talk now?
Sage: I found you washed ashore in Emerald Coast not too long ago and have gone to great lengths to repair you to the best of my ability. For example, your new voice chip.
Y/n: ... You're made entirely of code... Let me guess, one of his creations?
Sage: Indeed. I saw some of your memories regarding what father did to you.
