Psycho (Sonic OC)

Powers

A/N: The dates on these are early year- so when it says 2016 or 2018 it pretty much means in the beginning of the year

VIII

(2016 continuation)

"It happened. I saw it. You know that it's around the time one of these would come, didn't you. You should've known when you couldn't figure out what her gift was this morning."
"That's impossible, that's just-" A voice similar to Yemma's sighs, "I don't want to get my hopes up, that's all."
"She just stood there and the boulder crumbled at contact. Explain to me exactly how that is not the gift?"
Voices were growing clearer by the second, and eventually a dull pain lingered in my temple. I give off a muffled grunt, bringing my ungloved fingers to my face.
"Iris?" Asks, most definitely, Yemma. I rub my eyes for a good while before fixing myself upright, positioning one arm behind me so I could balance myself. I open my eyes.
The Doctor-not-Doctor, Yemma, is near and personally a little too close for comfort. He gives a warm smile before saying, "Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm fine. I just feel like someone drilled my head-" I feel my body tense and my fingers trace my skin for any blemishes, "You didn't drill my head, did you?"
"Of course not. Believe it or not, he did want to. I didn't let him." My breath hitches to the voice and I find myself looking at Orsyko. He walks up to me, but keeps a good distance; his piercing blue eyes vibrant as always. His face is impassive and I'm always incapable of reading it, but a vibe is always shot through past my skin anytime I see him and I am uncertain on what he is thinking or feeling.
"What happened?" I croak. The white colors throughout the room were similar to the first room I was put in when I first came to S.T.R.A.T.A, the white desks with white furniture and a single window to my left. Yemma takes a seat on the bed I've been resting on and says, "Last night with the labyrinth-we are almost certain about your gift."
Swallowing, I position myself once more, cross my legs and pinch my temple with my fingers, "M-My gift? I thought we didn't know my gift." I quickly add, "Are you sure I didn't just get hit by the boulder?"
"If you got hit, you'd be dead." Orsyko says behind me, his breath hits my nape in pulses and this causes me to feel self-conscious.
I have no clue what I'm wearing.
Am I wearing the same clothes I had on before?
Did they strip me to check?
Am I in a hospital gown?
"Would you like to know our thoughts or would you like to wait until it's 100% valid?" The white hedgehog, similar to the room, asks with a genuine look spread across his face. His eyes were hung and tired, changing simultaneously from silver to brown every second or two depending on his expressions. Had he been watching over me all night?
Bringing myself back to the conversation, I answer with a subtle, "Yes."
Yemma gestures Orsyko to explain and I find myself unconsciously getting nervous.
Was my gift good?
Bad?
I overheard them saying it was impossible- is it rare?
Is it uncommon?
Is it a malfunctioning gift?
"About a century ago, three major scientists on S.T.R.A.T.A discovered a new gift, the legendary Miles Prower, also known as Tails, was a apart of this group. Very few Mobians held this particular gift and they weren't sure if it was a threat towards the Ark or if it was an achievement made.
So Miles Prower continued to do studies along with the two other scientists to find more information about this gift. They found absolutely nothing- not even the slightest clue on what it could hold. Almost giving up, one of the scientists brought an offering Mobian to their labs for research and finally had a breakthrough with their work."
"What was the gift?" I ask, growing impatient from the backstory told.
"The gift is shape shifting along with possessing and withholding animal traits." The ebony hedgehog says and the room grows silent.
Shape shifting?
Possessing and withholding animal traits?
Is that how I broke the door down in the labyrinth?
"Finish the story, Orsyko." Yemma urges, and for once I'm not complaining.
"The scientists discovered the new gift from that Mobian. Then, they continued their studies for twenty years until one lab experiment went rogue. Miles Power and the same Mobian first tested and unraveled a new trait to their gift. Similar to shape shifting, anything the Mobian touched that was living, they could change into their appearance. For example, you could touch me and miraculously morph into my figure. You can look exactly like me, sound exactly like me, but the flaw that the scientists found was that you could see into each other's thoughts. So, still with the example, if you were formed as me right now, you would see into frames from my childhood until now, and as for you- I. Miles Prower discussed this with the other Scientists on how it was not to be released to the public, but they were too overjoyed to keep the information secret.
Once the Ark knew of this new ability, word spread to peers outside of S.T.R.A.T.A and onto Mobius. Undercover allies heard the news and were instructed to find Mobians with this gift. Sadly, no other Mobians were found with this it, only the few on the Ark."
Before I can say anything, Orsyko holds a finger out, "I'm not finished. What I have told you about the 'seeing into other's thoughts', it has nothing to do with you. Gifts aren't passed through bloodlines or genes. They are completely random- studies have proven this." Once he stopped talking, Yemma coughs into his fist.
"Did you understand all of that? Is this too much to take in all at once? Are you feeling lightheaded, Iris?" He places a hand onto my kneecap reassuringly.
"No, I'm alright. I understand completely. But I have a question," I catch their attention, "What happened to the other Mobians with this gift?"
Orsyko takes a step forward, his posture tense and face masked, "They were all killed."
"What? Who killed them?" I ask worriedly.
"M-"
"A villain who's long gone now." He interrupts Yemma. The space between the two grows stiff and I feel the white hedgehog's hand tighten atop of my knee. Growing uncomfortable at the contact, I finally take the chance to see what I'm wearing. My pink converses are off, along with my socks and gloves. My rings were taken off as well and I spot them placed on a table near the exit.
I'm in my black leggings and pink strapless crop-top. Mentally, I thank whoever's listening that they didn't put me in the 'traditional' Mobian clothes without my consent.
Cursing under my breath at myself, I ask the two men, "How about we get me into some 'traditional' Mobian clothing since we sort of know what my gift is now?"
"Ah- that's right, my dear Iris. Great point." Yemma helps me off the bed I was laying on and escorts me outside. Looking behind me, Orsyko is holding my shoes, gloves and rings. His expression is dazed, as if he were thinking of something. Yemma continues talking, "I'm pretty sure we have one spare outfit left from a past Mobian, so it might take a while to find it... I suggest you head back to your room and wait, and I'll call Mesoku to accompany you."
The hallways are empty as we walk, and looking outside the windows space is vast and endless as always. Our conversation comes to an end and the only sounds echoing the halls are the soft pats from their shoes. When it's time to part ways, Orsyko hands me my things and him and Yemma go find me my outfit.
Looking at my door, I mutter a curse. I was never given a key. Nearly jumping out of my own skin, my door slides open revealing it's black and pink interior. I walk in hesitantly incase someone were to be inside only to find it empty. I sit on my bed, placing my shoes at my feet and the rest beside me.
I find myself getting lost in my thoughts when I see something in my left shoe. Gasping, I pull out my key-card. Orsyo must've put this in my shoe before we split up. I hold the key in my hands for what feels like forever until I here a knock at my door.
"Iris? Are you in here?" The cat calls, and I hop off my bed with the key still in hand. Coming close enough to the wall separating us, it slides open and I greet a smiling Mesoku.
"Hi." I say.
"Hey." She responds calmly. How come? Maybe they put her back on meds...
"D-Do you want to come in?" Nodding, she gives me a hug before entering. The door behind me slides shut once I'm a good distance away. My skin turns from the contact before, but I push it aside.
"How long have you been waiting here?" She asks, checking out my dorm.
"I'm not sure."
"Well, they called me about five minutes ago- you know, you're room isn't too far from mine!" We both take a seat at my table.
"Oh that's nice. What's your place like?" Asking, I notice her tail start to swerve back and forth behind her.

- 2018 -

Mesoku purrs, eyes drifting off as if she were recalling a pleasant memory. "Its very dreamy, to be frank. When you enter, the most vibrant hues of reds and oranges twinkle amongst the walls- and i have the largest bathroom! My tub is is just enormous; it's like a small pool."
I laugh at her enthusiasm. The cat was acting more calm than usual, but i don't think her powers have anything to do with her bursts of excitement. That's just her personality.
"You'll have to give me a tour sometime." I say, looking over to her. Mesoku's ears twitch in anticipation. She averts her eyes shyly, before hesitantly speaking up.
"So... I heard you have an idea what your gift is? You don't have to tell me if you aren't comfortable! I uh- i am just curious."
Blinking, I register her words. She didn't know what my gift was yet? "It's alright, I'm okay sharing. It's just a power after all." Smiling, Mesoku edges closer, nodding her head. I swallow, "It's a rather long story, but the basic summary of what i have is shape shifting along with possessing and withholding animal traits? I'm like a chameleon-"
Mesoku gasps, vigorously tapping her hand on the mattress as she tries to collect her voice.
"You have THAT gift? I can't believe this! How are you feeling? Have you used the gift yet? Is that what happened at the labyrinth? Where's your outfit-"
"Mesoku!" I interrupt. She looks away, face flush. I continue, "Orsyko and Yemma are getting my outfit right now. They said a spare was lying around somewhere."
"Oh nice! What do you think it'll look like" Mesoku asks.
I ponder, looking down at my feet that hang off the edge of the bed. "I really have no clue. But apparently, another thing i can do is connect to the memories of other people? If i were to shapeshift into someone, not only do i possess the physical appearance of them, i withhold their thoughts and memories."
"Woah" Is all Mesoku says. After a second of silence, I see Mesoku part her lips about to say something when the door slides open. Turning over to the entrance, annoyed he didn't have the decency to knock, Orsyko takes a step into my room.
"You could've at least knocked. It's called manners." I say, crossing my arms. He shrugs, not looking the least bit apologetic.
"The door opened before i could." Orsyko says, looking between me and Mesoku. "Ready to go?" He adds shortly after.
Standing up, I walk to the the raven hedgehog. "Where?" Mesoku's footsteps click behind me as she approaches.
"The group is out at the 'mall'. They want to get to know you better. After all, you just arrived a day ago." Orsyko smirks, then signals the two of us out of the room.
As we make our way down the hall, thoughts about the past hour overwhelm me and I wonder what will happen next.