You literally found a fuckin' robot in the street near a dump, and you said: "oh, God! I'll keep him!" And you did. After, you found that his name was Metal Sonic and the poor little guy was abandoned by his creator, well, Eggman. Maybe Metal was a threat to society, but you didn't care, you adopted him as yours as soon as you found out that his creator was not going to return.

It was snack time, so you sat at the table to eat some biscuits and have a coffee or something. Metal Sonic sat next to you, obviously he couldn't eat, but he kept you company. Since you were with him he always used to talk to you about trivial things like his favorite flowers or that he liked bows. From time to time his conversations were quite innocent and other times he even described to you how he once cut the throat of a rat or how much he hated Sonic. But at least didn't get bored.

"... I hate Sonic."

He spoke suddenly, with that robotic voice he always possessed, while he plucked a petal from the small sunflower that he had in his hands. Yes, that topic again. But well, Metal can't stop talking about it, it's like a necessity for him.