What came first, the chicken or the egg? Ahh. What a simple question!

I have no fucking idea.

That card game was quite entertaining, I sure do hope that person enjoyed my dial-up internet gimmick!

Holy fuck, is that what mummies look like .ᐣ.ᐟ

❝ . . . Why is Sonic changing colors . . .ᐣ I'll have to look into that. ❞

Lilith 🌕

Hey! It's been a little inactive on here. Consider it a break from an on going event to flesh out other muses. Juggling 5 muses isn't easy, but i think i want to write everybody's favorite lynx again ...

Though, I think i'll allow out of event stuff here. So it's not all evil and can b

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙰𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

~ 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜, 𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝙸𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚊.]

before Safi. Awaiting the touch of approval from the mechanic.

❝ One extreme gear, ready for your touch, Safi.ᐟ ❞

Presenting hands, revealing the request in full. An eager smile held tight.

❝ Why don't you give it a try.ᐣ ❞

❝ Sure thing.ᐟ One extreme gear coming right up. ❞

Lifting two hands, the very floor itself released a pool of nanites that instantly liquid form.

Slowly, did it create the exoskeleton of said vehicle and the particular intricacies within. Only seconds flat, the vehicle hovers —

Gently, Nicole's hands grasp the platter of cupcakes with a soft smile spanning cheek to cheek. She's more than eager to take them off of Amy's hands, but a deep root in her programming 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎.

❝ Why, i'd love to. Why don't we share them together.ᐣ i'm sure its what she —

❝ I don't know . . . Am i .ᐣ ❞

A little pushback on the nose.

❝ . . . Ask me to build something. Go on, anything .ᐟ ❞

❝ — 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑? 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 — ❞

And then, nothing. A hollow silence. Letting the weight of those unfinished words to linger in Sally's mind.

. . .

. . .

❝ 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙰 𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙸𝚅𝙴. ❞

. . . . ❝ 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚈. ❞

. . . . ❝ 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽? ❞

❝ . . The mission *is* going according to plan, my dear. The nanites are making its course. ❞

— . . . Little had she known.

❝ — I . . Y-yes .ᐣ I'm . . operating under your will . . As I've been directed to . . ❞

. . . A pause. The metallic body. Unable to separate the differences inside of her mind. Recognized as 𝙷𝙴𝚁 own 𝙼𝙰𝙹𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚈.

The mission to continue.

❝ Has there been something I missed .ᐣ Perhaps some*one*.ᐣ ❞

❝ I surprised you underneath the glow of the moonlight. We layed together and you expressed your displeasure for my limited time in holo-form. I assured you that I would *always* listen to you. And then, I returned to your pocket. ❞

❝ Well, i'm flattered you payed such close attention to those details~.ᐟ but it was only an attire change.ᐟ What, can't a girl change up her outfit .ᐣ ❞

> 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚈 𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁; 𝚄𝙽𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙴𝚃

> 𝚂𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙰𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙽 𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙳.

> 𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁. 𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁.

❝ Oh, dear. ~ ❞

❝ . . . There's been a some minor changes ~

Please excuse me.

. . . . Is this familliar to you .ᐣ ❞

❝ Aw. Well then I suppose the cat is out of the bag now, 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬. ❞

An unfurling of the mask, letting Sally see that familiar face . .

> 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶; 𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚁𝙸𝚇 𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁

> 𝙵𝙻𝙴𝚂𝙷 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙻

> 𝚄𝙽𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂

❝ I can build anything i want, I can CREATE anything I want! With the snap of a finger, I create it in mere seconds. No if, ands or buts! Want to give it a go? ❞

❝ . . . Well, If you're *that* interested, i suppose i can share a little bit of information with you! ❞

❝ Each individual nanite has a little bit of *me* inside of it. They were once built by doctor Eggman and were repurposed by me! They're self replicating, meaning they cost nothing at all! ❞

H̷̛͆̅̿o̷͑̽̀͝ẘ̶͒͐̎ ̶̃̔͊̾i̶̒͐̚͘t̷́̈́̋͠ sho̒̆ù̶̾̈́͝l̸͛̅̍̿d̵͐̏͛͝ ̴̼͆̎͘be,͖͘ ̷̀͛̚͝t̵hǐ̷̄̕͝s̶͑̑̏̈́ ̶̊͠is ̴̽̓̾̍h̵̠͍̽͆ơ̷̿̑̉ẃ̷ i̛̓͘t s̃̂̾h̸̽͆̓͠o̴̍͂̚͝ú̴̏̂͌l̷̿͌͌͂d̶͆̈́͠ be
̏T̷͛͆͠͝h̴̿̽́̒ḯ̵̄́̈s̷̊̓̿͝ ̶̛̰̒is ̸͆̋̉͠how̸͂͌̽̑ ̸͓͗̾ï̵̒͗͝t̶ s̛̏h̷̒̎̓̓o̸͑̽͌͠u̶̓̋lḑ̖ ̴̌̃̌be,̸̌̅͋͝ ̶́̌̔͘t̴̖͆͒͝h̴̉̓̾̚i̴̎͒̕s is̕ ̸͂͐͗̆h̸͛̾̑̆o̵͌̾̽̃w̴̛̐̎͠ ̷͛́̓͝i̴͌t ̤s̵hȯ̷̍̎͠u̸̾́̑̍l̸̖̭̓͝d̷̀̒̏ bé̵͒͗́
̵̊́̔͌T̶hi̛̊͌̽s̴̓̓́͝ is̉̚͠ ̴̎̃́̕ḣ̵̽́̚o̵̡̥̙͘w̸̍̾ it ṣ̷͎̃̕h̵̋̅̌͘o̵̿̈́̆͝u̴͑̐́͝ľ̵̌̋̏d̵̄̃̚̚ be

Th̷͐̊̈͌i̸s̑ ̴́̿̎͝i̴͛̈͒̕s̸̊̆͂̉ ̴̛̑̀́h̷̄͝ow i͌͒͌t̷̩͎̲̓ ̵̛̋͂̄s̴̀̾̔͊h̴͐̇̎͒ơ̶̋̆͑uld̝ ̷be̵̛̊̉̚.ᐟ

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄.

𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒.

𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐓.

𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐎𝐅𝐅, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃 ɹɐᴉllᴉɯɐɟ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄.

𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄.ᐟ

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄.

𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒.

𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐓.

𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐎𝐅𝐅, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃 ɹɐᴉllᴉɯɐɟ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄.

𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄.ᐟ