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| Doomsday | Apr 17 2008, 03:22 AM Post #1 |
Marble Garden Act 1
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Reposting this, since no-one replied to it last time, and I've rewritten it from the ground up.  --- Prologue It was late at night and the moon was high in the jet-black sky. The streets were silent, but for the approaching steps of three teenagers, wandering the streets searching for something to do at this hour. Presently, they came to the gates of an old mansion. It was obviously abandoned, as the panels were peeling off of it, and the tiles had long disappeared or been consumed by growing vines, so that the skeletal frame remained, jutting out into the sky oddly like some sort of blade. A few crows circled around in the sky, as if not daring to touch the property. Some wandered around nearby on the streets, eying the youths with cold eyes. If one would count them, their number would come to eleven, but their sable forms were difficult to see against the night, and the eerie atmosphere about the house seemed to draw attention from all else. Such things one would not see unless they were specifically looking for them. One of the teenagers whistled as he looked up at the dilapidated building, surveying it with derision in his eyes. “Look at that, the place is a wreck! Why don’t they just knock it down? It’s an eyesore, I’m telling you.” “I’ve heard stories…horrible stories about that place.” Piped up another of the group, shuddering. “Stereotypical haunted mansion story? That’s all a load of trash.” Snorted a third with contempt. “Not so stereotypical. Apparently a possessed puppet haunts the house…anyone who goes in never comes back out.” Replied the second. “Sure, sure. Whatever.” He almost laughed at the prospect – of all the urban legends this one seemed the most inane. The first had now taken great interest in this argument and issued a challenge. “Oh yeah? Well then, prove it!” The third one laughed at how clichéd the situation was. “Okay, fine! I’ll do it!” he grinned. After all, what was there to fear? He opened the cast-iron gate with a deafening screech, the sound of one not opened for a long time. A cockroach crawled past his feet and he recoiled, but continued on the twisted path towards the front door. As he turned the knob on the bright orange door and entered the house, he felt, only for a fleeting moment, as if he was being watched… There was silence. Many people have never felt true silence, the complete absence of all sound anywhere. It is enough to drive feelings of utter loneliness into the head and eventually cause insanity. For this adolescent, it was unnerving, but he shook off the feeling and consoled himself with further footsteps, resonating through the halls as the only sound in the world. The house was literally falling to pieces; the wallpaper was peeling off the walls, and there were bugs everywhere – he was nauseated as he watched a whole convoy of insects spiral across the floor and pass into a crack in the wall, kicking up dust as they went. The boy slowly walked through the house. The silence was getting too much now, and a feeling in the bottom of his stomach told him he should turn back…the house was huge, he could easily get lost, and he felt he could never find his way out. He was shocked but calmed at the same time to hear a faint sound enter his ears…it seemed to be some sort of…music? He walked towards the noise. The music was obviously supposed to be a happy song, but it had been warped and distorted to a state where it was almost impossible to listen to. The lyrics were unforgettable, the ones that get stuck in your head and repeat over…and over…Can you feel the sunshine… The music led to a room just down the hall with a closed door…he opened the door and entered, not noticing the sudden chill that had now consumed everything. Bizarre arcane patterns and symbols were daubed on the walls in what appeared to be blood. The boy was overcome with the need to be sick, as the sight greatly disturbed him, but he remembered what he had promised to do, and with that desire to appear tough that all boys have, he continued to survey the room. It was fairly small and empty, except for an old tape deck in the corner playing that horrible tune…and something else… It appeared to be a floating doll, modelled in the shape of some sort of twin-tailed cartoon fox. The stitching on it was obvious, there was, bizarrely, some sort of zipper on the back and the features were overly exaggerated, giving a feeling not of cuteness, but of trauma and nightmares. The illusion was made complete by a huge red gem attached to its head which glowed iridescently with a light unnatural. The doll turned around to face the boy, and stared at him with cold, soulless eyes of felt. Although he knew it couldn’t be possible, there appeared to be a look behind those eyes, a look of hatred. He flinched as a voice entered his head…it was a cold, dry voice, the voice of something that should not be alive…it spoke in an almost-mocking tone that was somehow soothing, but behind it he could also hear the screaming of a thousand different voices. Ah, a visitor. Welcome to my abode. It isn’t much, but it does the job, yes? The teenager laughed. Of course, it was all a big joke. Very funny, guys, now get me out of here, he thought. However, the floating doll still stared at him, expecting some sort of response. Receiving none, the gem on its head drooped slightly, not out of disappointment, but of readiness. I trust you will stay a while. You’re just in time for dinner, you know. The boy laughed again. This was just too stupid. How could- What’s so funny? “Uh…nothing…so, what are we eating?” Oh, I apologise most profusely. You misinterpret me. It is only I who will be eating. The boy gasped as some force he could not see grabbed his head and pulled him down to the floor. As he tried to look up at the doll that was no doubt about to kill him, he caught a glimpse of a glowing red light and some sort of tendrils reaching out towards him. At once, all was pain. --- A scream filled the air and punctured the silence; the teens knew it as the voice of their friend. Rushing into the house, they came upon the room…their friend lay dead on the floor, blood oozing from his eyes, which had rolled back into his head. A look of horror was frozen on his face, but the cause of death was uncertain. In fact, it appeared that whatever had happened to the rest of his body, which was horribly disfigured and mutilated such that blood and gore stained all the walls and floors of the room, had by some miracle – or perhaps a cruel joke – avoided his face completely, which was perfectly preserved in that dead stare. Lying on the floor, right in the middle of the room, was a large, lifeless doll. The crystal on its head glowed oddly…and in the corner of the room, a tape deck played an incredibly distorted tune…but the lyrics were ever so clear… Can you feel the sunshine? Does it brighten up your day? Don't you feel that sometimes, you just need to run away? Chapter 1: Betrayal The scientist formerly known as Ivo ‘Eggman’ Robotnik sat at a small cast-iron table on his personal flagship, the Egg Carrier, drawing out schematics for his next diabolical plan for global domination, or so it would appear. Instead, he was probably just scrawling crude cartoons of his nemesis, Sonic the Hedgehog, befalling various bizarre fates. Suddenly his avid scribbling was interrupted by noise coming from a small backroom, where most of his old and discarded robots were usually kept. There was clunking and rattling, as if something was moving… -- The back room of the Egg Carrier is filled with junk. All sorts of odd machines and contraptions are thrown here for long-term storage, but a blue capsule in the middle of the room holds a certain special automaton in suspended animation… Red LEDs flickered to life as Metal Sonic awoke from slumber. He had been called into action by a cold, dry voice that had resonated through his circuits and summoned him awake. Metaru, come to me. I require your services, it spoke now. He reached forward and smashed open the glass keeping him in the holding capsule. Fluid spilled all over the floor as he leapt out and into the room, crushing shards of glass underneath his feet. What of Robotnik? Metal inquired monotonously. He is of no use to me. Eliminate him if you wish. Metal turned to face the door leading out into the main hall and walked out, the clanking of his metallic feet creating echoes that resonated all about the room. -- Eggman turned towards the noise, and an azure-plated robot emerged from the door, leaving a trail of capsule fluid. The middle-aged man was surprised by the automaton’s sudden appearance, but soon caught his breath. “Oh, Metal, it’s only you. I thought one of Sonic’s little friends had gotten in here again.” Metal Sonic ignored his master and continued walking as if hypnotised. Eggman huffed in annoyance. “Hey! Metal! I’m talking to you! Get back here, that’s an order!” Metal suddenly turned its head and stared coldly at Ivo with the two three-quarter circles of red LEDs that served as his eyes. Although they were only flashing lights, they seemed to evoke a feeling of anger, as if offended. His usually emotionless, robotic ‘voice’ echoed around the darkened room, but it somehow held a tinge of spite. “You dare…to order…me?” Metal intoned, clutching one fist and narrowing his field of vision to create a piercing stare. The doctor growled. Metal had been put in cold storage ever since he last went rogue to prevent further ‘accidents’. Some sort of mechanical fault must have released him, and now Eggman had to put up with this again. He now stood from his chair and pointed at Metal, raising his voice to shout. “Of course, you robotic numbskull! I created you! I have every right, as your master- don’t tell me you’re going rogue again! And don’t even think about running after that stupid failure of a doll, either!” Eggman flinched slightly at mentioning Tails Doll. “You dare…to insult…my master?” Metal turned to completely face Eggman now, and began to walk towards him with apprehensive malevolence. Eggman flinched. “Tails Doll is not your master! He’s a worthless piece of trash, an example of a science too old to be used for anything! I should have snuffed him out when I had the chance!” A strange noise that could be described as some sort of snarl emanated from Metal Sonic, accompanied by a whirr as he raised one arm and a block of metal shaped like some cruel blade flipped out from his shoulder and clicked forward into place about his wrist, creating a long and protruding knife, much like a katana blade. “Hey! Since when did you have that?!” Eggman cried, pulling out an automatic pistol from somewhere on his body suit and aiming it at the automaton. “Don’t you dare attack me, or I’ll do to you what I almost did to Amy Rose!” If Metal had a mouth, it would have smiled wickedly. “You wouldn’t dare put a scratch on your perfect creation…” it droned with a hint of mocking. Eggman winced once again at Metal’s newfound attitude, but quickly hid it. I’ll have to find some way to deactivate him and disable whatever parts of his CPU are causing this. That’ll solve the problem- He froze mid-thought upon noticing, etched into Metal’s hand, an arcane design of some sort, all sorts of strange shapes twisted together surrounding a star with eleven points, and circled with runes in a language Eggman no longer understood. “A sigil…” Ivo whispered. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen one of those…not since the old times…where did he get that? No, not Tails Doll…but who else could it have been? As Eggman was preoccupied so, he began to ‘space out’, at which point Metal had reached the doctor and pushed him to the ground. Eggman snapped back to attention just in time to see Metal staring down at him, one foot atop his stomach. He raised the blade arm and paused momentarily, as if contemplating something, but only for a split second. “Goodbye, Doctor.” Then the blade was in him, and Eggman cried out as blood stained his bodysuit. By the time he regained the energy to move, Metal was long gone. Eggman coughed as he reached up into a drawer, slowly and with much effort and pain, and fetched a tattered rag. He tied the spare cloth around the open wound and slumped back down to the floor. He would probably survive…but only barely…but, Metal could have killed him, if he had really wanted to. Such is the precision of the killing machine, Eggman didn’t doubt for a second that Metal had somehow allowed him to survive. Why had he let him live? Why did I let him live? But more importantly, why did Metal now decide to follow Tails Doll? What could he possibly want? Eggman turned onto his side and stared out at where he assumed Metal had exited. He coughed and presently muttered with what energy he could will himself to use. “Metal…why…have you…betrayed…me…” Author's note: You may or may not notice that everyone in the story refers to Eggman as ‘Eggman’, except for the robots, who refer to him as ‘Robotnik’. Why? Because during the period in which Metal Knuckles (arriving later), Tails Doll and Metal Sonic v1 were around, Eggman was called Robotnik, and they wouldn’t know anything else because they were deactivated after that. Metal is the exception because he was around after Sonic R and during the Adventure era, but I keep him as referring to Robotnik for nostalgic reasons, or maybe because that’s how he’s programmed originally. I don’t know why, but I always have the robots refer to each other by their Japanese names. Thus, Metal Sonic is Metaru, Metal Knuckles is Knukrus and Metal Tails is Dilus. -- Will post more once I write it/get replies. There are 10 chapters in all so far, but I need to rewrite about 4 of them.
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| Lord DragonFlame | Apr 23 2008, 10:37 AM Post #2 |
Christmas is back again
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Well in all means why have none scoped this piece of art in a fan fiction so far. I endour you to let me now what happens next. This is what i call a scary Sonic nostalgie.  I dont know if the words excists, though it sounded apporpriate for the occasion.In all means Metal showing that he aint one to mess around with even if the Dr. claims to be the creator. Though what is all this about the connection with Tails Doll. And the poor boy falled under the Doll's curse. It stays as one hell of a piece good story. And if by all means this was to late. I am doubtfully aware that i will now continue to follow through this story as you update it. Great work here Doomsday. Wished i had seen this earlier. 
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| shadowsminion | May 6 2008, 06:38 PM Post #3 |
Diamond: Protector of Space
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I demand more chapters! Very nice! |
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| Nause | May 9 2008, 10:25 PM Post #4 |
Angel Island Act 1
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I hope you do end up posting your other chapters. Probably wasn't best reading this late, the tails doll gave me that feeling of having a stalker. :o But, I hope you do end up posting the others, such mysteries left unsolved. lol |
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| CameoTH | May 9 2008, 10:42 PM Post #5 |
Carnival Night Act 2
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This is intense!And i really like the imagery. |
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