Sonic (#Metonic)

[You are Metal Sonic]

Sonic and Metal Sonic had been out of Sonic’s house, in Green Hills, competing, walking, running. Overall having a good time the two of us together. Now they were on a hill, Sonic sitting swinging his legs, and next to him was Metal Sonic, watching the orisonte, quiet. Thank you for always being with me! I said, looking at Metal directly at his viewfinder, seeing how it sat slightly.

And there Sonic put a slight grimace, while he kept watching Metal. It’s just... I wish you were real. Finally let go, looking the other way, because yes, I knew that Metal was still a robot. A machine. But I couldn’t help but feel something about that machine, for the times I accompanied him, for the times they spent together in my house, for the times when I was only next to him making him feel good and relatively listened.

And Sonic wipes his tears with the back of the glove, being about to resume his normal and calm attitude to propose running home in a race (a way to change the conversation). But when he got up from the hill, Metal held his hand.