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Literature
Charmy and the Laundromat (4/4) 28
Author's Note: It's finally time to close this case! Will Charmy catch Sophocles Fukuro or will the evil genius get away? Let's not waste our time wondering! Enjoy the exciting climax of the Laundromat Arc! The churning and clanking of heavy machinery along with the hum of electricity coursing through the cables littering the floor were the only sounds to be heard in the wide space of the factory. As Charmy cautiously flew past the massive metallic constructs that made up the laundromat's detergent and fabric softener manufacturing system, he admired the vastness of it all. Originally, he assumed the factory was confined to the laundromat building itself, but upon exploration, the factory spilled over to the neighboring vacant building. Apparently, Mr. Shellwinkle had purchased it for the sole purpose of erecting a factory connected to his laundromat. It must have cost a small fortune, which would partially explain his cheapskate nature. Partially. But the ambitious otter really
Fan Fiction
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Literature
Metonic Ship Week Day 6: Machine
Metal had only been a part of Sonic’s team for a short while, after abandoning his own creator due to difficulties. Sonic had gladly accepted his metallic copy on his team, but as for Tails, Knuckles, and Amy, they weren’t entirely on board with it. Metal even knew this, but as Sonic had asked of him, he tried not to think too much of it. After all, he had so many other things to worry about. Like what if Eggman tries to control him again? What if he somehow leads his new team into danger? What if he... did something horrible to Sonic. On the outside of his thoughts, Sonic was standing beside him, tapping his foot and watching Met
Ship Week 2019
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Ship Week 2018
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Literature
Plus One
The pain wasn't his nor were the sensations of scent: the burnt fur and the scorched flesh. The charred cloth and the molten steel.
Or rather, that last scent was his, but the sensation was not. He was a robot. Metal Sonic could feel nothing himself.
Nothing, that is, except for Sonic.
To his side, rocks rolled down the edge of the cliff, jumping along the shore at the bottom where they skipped and splashed into the sea of molten rock.
The magma, having already consumed his legs, lapped at his torso. The level was rising, or else he was still sinking, and once the lava reached his head, reached his hard drive, it would all be mercifully over.
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