Over Charged

An Unusual Encounter

(AN: HELLLLO ALL MY WONDERFUL BLACK ARMS FOLLOWERS! IT IS I YOUR QUEEN, ERIS!

I am Collabing with @Logarooroo  to bring you a new story! I am his editor, and after encouraging him to try and post his story, He is calling it OURs, even if I am just helping him edit it. And I am OK with that ^^.

So the whole of the story is by him, and I only did the editing and added some things to add my personal touch here and there to help either clarify things or make them a bit more interesting . 

But on that note, I'll be posting a chapter or two, whenever I get around to editing them. It is unsure how many chapters this story will be, but I will do my best to edit and post when I can. @Logarooroo Has already given me the OK to post here on my Wattpad, and he will be posting it on his Ao3 account, eventually. So if you wanna read there, instead of here, head over to Archives Of Our Own and look him up. His username is the same as on here.

LASTLY! The cover art is by Velveteen Vampire,  it was LITERALLY the only Silver and Surge image I could find to use that felt that fit and Logarooroo liked it a lot, so all rights and credit go to Velveteen Vampire and I lay no claims to his/hers/their art whatsoever. 

here is their Tumbler should you like to check them out.

https://velveteen-vampire.tumblr.com/post/712167793455480832/silver-meeting-surge-d

On that note, enjoy the first chapter, and expect the second chapter in a few hours. Enjoy my Black Arms Followers!

"Within the darkness, the Black Arms will Rise once again, into the light of a new Dawn of a new era with the One true Queen."

With a lot of love, Eris, Queen of the Black Arms)

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What is a life, when your past is gone? Your origins, lost to you and to time itself? Having no past to recall, having no dreams to remember, only the present and the goals you did not know you had. To ask the pathetic question 'Who Am I?' This dilemma has not plagued many beings, and as far as the entirety of Mobian history goes, only two beings asked themselves this question. One was a Green Tenrec who had no recollection of her past, modified with Cybernetics by her secretive master, and the only company she had was the trust of a young fennec with a zealous desire to remain by her side. Her eyes opened, finding herself in an unfamiliar place, until she remembered the bench she was sitting on. And after a quick look, she remembers. "Ugh, what's taking Drippy so long?" She quietly grumbles, squinted eyes as she stretches her arms and legs. She had been waiting for a while, and it was getting on her nerves.

Being out in public wasn't her strong suit at all. She made sure her hair was still left intact when she nodded off, as some passersby gave her weird looks, only a very few people looked remotely afraid. She started tapping her foot with little rhythm and resorted to looking toward the signs labeled 'Diary' 'Fresh vegetables' and 'Frozen Meat' and quickly got bored. She nearly had the urge to get up herself to go find Her companion and finish the shopping herself, but she recalled the last time she was here, and the memory of destroying a cash register and a cashier's day, and being given a long lecture from Amy...so, she thought it better to wait for Kit to finish. He had a list after all.

Fortunately for her, she spotted the Blue fennec pushing a cart that was almost too tall for him, and with plastic bags within the cart. "I-I'm back Ma'am!" Kit said. "Took you long enough." She replies with a cold shoulder, standing up. Lemme push, you're having a hard time with that." The fennec dares not to argue as Surge takes the cart and pushes it away.

Life for Surge was...somewhat mundane. She absentmindedly began recalling the recent events of her...' life' which was likely only a set of memories lasting months. Or even a year...at least, if she kept track. Ignoring her oldest memories, she recalls the battle within that city of the doctors to take both Sonic and Eggman out along with her companion. With all the muscle memory within herself, the training she had been given, and the conditions she was forced to squalor, it did not amount to anything. After she fell, she then stole the Dynamo Cage that gave her much better use of her abilities, and it could even steal wisps to use as power. It worked out mostly, except she overdid it, and the Dynamo Cage broke when she had her hands over the throat of the one she hated the most. So close, yet, so out of reach. Surge kept recalling her memories as she took the plastic bags from the cart she had pushed, putting it out of the way, mostly, carrying two handfuls of bags while Kit carried plenty himself, albeit, not as easily.