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[ He's secure, and she's moving. As her roots carry her along the beach, she's looking over his wounds. There's a terrible amount of damage; so many parts of him only barely functioning.

What's most chilling is what part of him isn't injured. His left arm, though weak, is fully intact. The places that are most damaged - his face, his sides - are in grabbing distance of it. An uneasy feeling settles in her gut.

It doesn't matter. What matters is getting him well. So she's going to the best place she knows for that.

First aid for monsters is only a temporary measure anyway. What really heals monsters is the Fog - but it's not a foggy week, Her presence hasn't yet saturated the peninsula. So she's heading for the next best place.

Before long, Lager Woods is looming above the two monsters. ]

Edited 2022-10-31 16:09 (UTC)

[The pattern of injuries isn't painting a pretty picture. And besides that, there hadn't been any footprints or marks in the mud besides Sonic's own. Unsettling.

For whatever it's worth, though, Sonic doesn't struggle any more -- just holds on. His speaker occasionally makes a soft, distorted buzzing sound and some fanbelt in his body tries in vain to kick on several times during the trip]

[ There's life in him, but only just. This would probably be the part usually where she'd take him to the emergency room, get a doctor to patch him up - actually, there is a clinic, isn't there?

But she's not sure if he's running out of time, and this is the best idea she has. So they approach the woods.

She's been here many times before. She's been learning the paths and the patches of fog; the trees are good from warning her away from Her influence. But now she heads towards one of those patches.

Just at the edge of one, she lowers herself on her roots; he's clinging to her, so she doesn't feel like letting go of him. But she does let the tendrils of fog gently waft around both of them, the gray mist encircling the ruined simulacrum; hoping She'll heal her friend. ]

Please... come on, please... it's gonna be okay, Sonic-kun...

[His grip has gotten weaker as they've slowly made their way to the woods, but the bleeding has mostly stopped. A few tubes still trickle, but they seem to have clamped themselves off to preserve what is left. Still more like a living organism than a machine, in some ways.

Whatever Sonic's opinion of the Fog is, it seems she still has whatever passes for "affection" for him. The mist creeps into his wounds, into open cavities and leaking cables, into his badly damaged speaker.

The effects are immediate, but subtle -- the raw, rough edges of his injuries smooth over, almost like they're being buffed out. The vessels and cables and tubes knit themselves back together, making something functional but certainly not attractive. It will take a real Fog or two and a good meal before he can grow back the missing chassis and other parts, but for now, at least, he's stable.]

[ She breathes a huge sigh of relief. Only now does she let herself really sink to the ground, roots digging into the dirt, letting the tension run out of her body.

She gently brushes some of the cable-like hair out of his eyes; tries to re-fit back in a couple parts of his chassis that have come loose but not fallen off entirely. ]

Sonic-kun?... Sonic-kun, can-- can you hear me?...

[it's a difficult task to put stuff back where it belongs, but the Fog does make it easier. It takes a while for Sonic to start stirring.

It hurts. It hurts so much... but at least it IS something he can feel.

And... hear?

Someone is calling his name.

No. Not HIS name. Sonic died. Sonic is dead. What's here is just... some sort of shell.

His speaker makes some sort of sound that MIGHT be words, but it is still too damaged to be discernible. The voice is completely distorted with buzzing and sputtering, and sounds more like a text-to-voice AI than his normal voice. Whatever he is saying, though, does lilt like a question]

It's me, it's... it's Nanami.

[ She speaks quietly, gently petting what's left of his chassis on his head. She isn't sure how much he can feel this, but... surely not none, right? ]

I'm here, I... you were hurt...

[ She's just going to stay kneeling in the fog for now, letting Her do what she can to put Sonic back together. But she's already thinking about the next step. She swallows and looks around.

The edge of the forest isn't far, nor is the path back to Bavan; and in the quiet week between fogs, there's a few people milling about there. ]

I think... you might need to-- to feed, to... to get your strength back...

[he can feel it, but only in the most vague way. Like being patted through a thick winter coat. Pressure, but nothing more.

The idea of feeding, though? Triggers something in him. He starts squirming again, body quaking, shaking his head violently. He does manage to get a word out, over and over again]

No no no NoNONONO NONO --!

[ At the very mention of the word, the mess of metal that the monster in her arms is, begins to shake and shout. Her heart falls, and she continues to gently pet his head, trying to calm him. ]

I know... I know, I'm-- I'm sorry... [ She swallows. ] It'll be worse otherwise...

[the "no" turns into an electronic whimper. He doesn't want it... he doesn't want to hurt anyone...

But he really doesn't want to hurt Nanami. How long has it been since he ate? Did all that time in Felfri count...?]

Hold on, okay?...

[ He probably won't go anywhere. Right? He's still healing. He's not gonna crawl off or run off.

...Right? ]

Stay here. [ The nymph gently lowers him down to the ground, at the base of a tree. Looks up at it, quietly asking it to take care of him. ]

I'll be right back. I promise.

[ And then she's crawling at top speed (for her) towards the road. ]

[Well, for whatever it's worth, he doesn't move while she's gone. Not much, anyway. Whenever she returns, he's slumped against the tree, his LEDs dark and parts of him sparking as he heals more]

[ It's not too much longer before she's coming. There's an unconscious human in a bridal carry in her arms.

Slowly she crawls back to his side, and lays the human down on the ground. ] She won't wake up... I used my venom on her... to put her to sleep.

[His eyes do not turn back on, but he does turn his head away. His speaker makes a horrible grinding noise. He didn't want this. He didn't want to do this... why should he feed, when he wanted to be dead...?

He makes no motion to feed, but his cables lay uncoiled on the frosty ground]

[ Carefully, the nymph lowers next to him. And then she gently lays the cables on top of the prone human.

Then she crawls back, just a bit. The last part, he has to do himself. ]

[for a while, the cables just lay inert on the body. But after what seems like forever, Sonic curls himself into a tight little ball, completely covering his face and chest with his arms and legs. The cables seem to come to life, but sluggish -- drunken snakes. Usually four, one was damaged when Sonic "prayed", and sparks uselessly. The remaining three "feel" around the body and finally latch on to the human's wrists and one ankle. The current passes through the body almost instantly, causing the body to jump and a scorch mark to form between the three points of contact. The body smokes a bit, but the electricity had passed directly through the heart, causing it to stop immediately]

[ Nanami pulls open her laptop then, to have something to do - so it doesn't look like she's watching him. But she is watching, quietly, and a bit listlessly. It's sad, it's horrible; but it's also what Sonic needs, and there's nothing to be done about that.

There's a new network post - she clicks over to it. ]

... Oh no .... oh no, everyone thinks you're dead-- [ And she starts typing very fast. ]

[he hates how much better he feels. It makes him want to be sick. But there's no actual stomach to go along with the nausea.

He uncurls a little and looks up at Nanami. The eye on his injured side displays a graphical glitch, but the other displays a flashing question mark. "What???"]

[ She holds the laptop to show him - Reira's frantic post, which she's already started typing out some responses to. ]

They-- I guess they found some of your parts-- and Reira-san presumed the worst... we should get you home.

[Sonic looks away for a moment, eyes going to static then back to normal.

Then he makes some sort of weird, awful grinding sound, punctuated by static and garbled noise. It's a terrible noise.

But it becomes apparent that he's laughing. Cold and unfeeling.

What an awful noise.]

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