「based on IDW comic event. what would have happened if Metal had accepted the truce offer?...」

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"it's over, man. Eggman is done, and you don't owe him anything. you have a chance to live your own life now. be your own person."

Sonic expounded with warm calmness, with understanding and patience, extending his hand in the direction of the murderous machine, in whose scarlet eyes hatred and distrust still glowed, despite all the damage to his iron shell, some of them were reluctantly patched up by Tails' mechanical genius at the request of the blue hedgehog, who, unlike the young mechanic, was filled with hope to find a response in the cold machinery, to end the long road of enmity...

"I'm not asking for us to be best buds. heck, you can live on the other side of the planet for all i care, but can we at least call a truce? give peace a chance?"

Metal was still listening to his every word without a single word, his cold gaze scanning the hero's features with emotionless precision, looking for a trick, a trap... but, to his own surprise, the ordinarily careless and frivolous speech was riddled with logic and the undeniable truth - his creator is gone. Eggman was all that the robot had ever known in his life, his only goal had always been one thing - subjugation and destruction, the company of the silent cold iron walls of the lair when not on a mission that did not include any of the joys of life. an outstretched hand, an invitation to the unknown... "peace"? Metal could never imagine himself agreeing to anything offered by the creature he was created to destroy, his claws extended forward, ready to strike the compassionate help away, go in search of a lost evil scientist, but...

"..."

the kindness sparkling in those green depths, the very thought that he could right now destroy the foundation of his past life and build something more on the ashes, be something more than just an obedient puppet without own opinion... his own hand hung in the air, now trembling and filled with uncertainty, which was violently went against his early lack of empathy to inflicting pain on any living being... he didn't know how life had brought him to this moment, but his iron claws slowly settled into a soft grip, sensual even through the fabric of snow-white gloves...

day, two... it was a difficult process. Metal has never known any of the delights of ordinary existence, "fun", as Sonic loves to call it. despite his reluctant acceptance, his mindset and body were still dangerous, unsuitable for everyday routines involving anything other than murder and crushing, that needs to be changed... a strange, risky, perhaps even insane idea occurred to the young fox, although there were still thick doubts in the air, which dispelled the indestructible attitude of the blue hedgehog, as a guiding light instructing Tails to take the risk and create his plans, almost impossible - to use the blueprints found on one of the abandoned Eggman's bases to create organic creatures that he wanted to use it as a weapon, right before that ill-fated battle in which he disappeared without a trace, but Sonic still wanted to make this plan a reality, despite all the risks, he wanted to make Metal's life comfortable and vibrant, since he was the one who involved him in all this..

“..almost there! today, i removed the feeding tubes for the first time. which means this new body is capable of independent function!!... at least, i think so, uh..."

Tails' voice, muffled and distant, drifted from the background, before Metal finally... opened his eyes. unfamiliar lightness permeated his being — the oppressive weight of his metal shell had vanished, along with the burden of his former life... slowly, cautiously, he raised a hand, scrutinizing his new form. the deadly claws had been replaced by soft flesh, yet subtly sharpened at the tips, a lingering echo of his former cold persona... meanwhile, you quietly stood on the periphery, observing. you were the only one Tails permitted to enter and witness this new stage in "robot's" life.