𝐊𝐢𝐝 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫

第36章

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[You choose Sonic]

"Sorry Knuckles, but Sonic is right. We're a team after all. If you do need some help, don't be afraid to call," Y/N comforted. Knuckles' brows furrowed in frustration, clearly still harboring some distrust towards Sonic. He crossed his arms, a sign of his defensive stance. "Fine," Knuckles relented reluctantly, his voice laced with a hint of warning. "But remember, Sonic, if anything happens to her again, you'll have to go through me." Sonic's confidence never wavered as he replied, "Never had and never will, Knux." The tension in the air was palpable as both Knuckles and Sonic stood their ground, growling like feral animals caught in a territorial dispute. Y/N, observing the scene, couldn't help but roll her eyes at the display of male bravado. The dynamics of their team were complex, with each member fiercely protective in their own way.

"Girls girls, your both pretty! Shall we go now? You act like I haven't saved your guys butts before! Please, my mind is 1000× more intelligent than yours."

Sighing quietly to myself, I reach for my bag, feeling the weight of its contents shift as I grasp it firmly in my hand. The bag, carefully packed with an assortment of tools and spare parts, serves as a constant reminder of the intricate maintenance required to conceal my true nature. With each passing moment, I become acutely aware of the need to proceed with caution, a need heightened by the recent revelation that my body's reactions betray its non-human origins.

As I navigate this bewildering reality, I am confronted with a myriad of changes unfolding within me, each more perplexing than the last. Random pop-up messages flicker and dance within the recesses of my mind, blurring the lines between reality and daydream. The startling realization that my existence is now entwined with a vulnerability akin to that of a drained electronic device leaves me with a lingering sense of unease.

My mind, once steadfast in its belief of human identity, now grapples with doubt as conflicting forces tug at my consciousness. Part of me clings desperately to the notion of humanity, while the other delves into the abyss of existential uncertainty, casting shadows of doubt upon the very core of my being.

Now's not the time to have an identity crisis. We have something way more important... My health and wellness comes last. Theses guys need me. I promise their best protection and I'll send them home. They don't belong here... And neither do I.

"Alright, let's do this," I said, feeling a surge of determination. Recognizing the need for an extra hand, I suggested heading to Tails for assistance, knowing that we would reach our destination faster if we took to the skies. Sonic, always quick on his feet, agreed with my idea, giving me a knowing wink as he took my hands in a display of camaraderie. His playful remark about my outfit made me blush slightly, appreciating his attention to detail even in the midst of a mission. "Why do you always flirt on missions?" I teased him, familiar with his penchant for light-hearted banter. His response, although cheeky, revealed our ongoing competition to outdo each other in saving one another from peril, a reflection of our unique dynamic. Despite our playful contests, beneath it all was a deep respect for each other's skills and a shared understanding that mutual support was paramount in our line of work. As we playfully vied for the chance to come to each other's rescue, a sense of friendly rivalry emerged between us, driving us to new heights of teamwork and trust. While I prided myself on my intellect, I couldn't help but acknowledge the occasional pettiness that surfaced in our interactions, a reminder that even the smartest among us had moments of playful competitiveness.