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Cracker Chronicle #8: Amethyst. Part Three: Legacy of Shadow.

Contiued from Part Two:https://blogs.neoseeker.com/ShadowNc/5615-cracker-chronicle-8-amethyst-part-two-search/

Finally! After a single day of wait, here is the final part of Amethyst, and you will finally find out why...nah, I'm not even going to tell you that. :D Oh, and rated PG-13 for excessive swearing. Yes, that includes the F word in one spot. You have been warned...
(Hey, Neoseeker, I'm sorry if that goes against regulations, but I did *warn* them beforehand, so can we make an exception? It was a pretty intense scene, so no lesser word could have fit well in the context. Please?)

***

June 18th, 1915. 1:30ish.
Dublin, Ireland.
“Nick, I need you to stall. I’ll try and get help.”
“What help? We went back in time!”
“Just hold off MechaSonic as long as possible! I already have an idea forming in my head, so...” he swallowed, “just trust me on this.”
Nick stared at him for a long time. Finally, he sighed, “Okay, Scott. Go for it.”
Scott grinned. He ran off down a side road, yelling, “You won’t regret this!”
Nick closed his eyes and smiled. He sighed and turned to MechaSonic, “Hey, tin grin! You missed! I was really hoping to die today,” his voice lowered menacingly, “but you disappointed me.”
MechaSonic growled in annoyance and flew towards him, a Chaos Spear forming in its hand, shouting, “This one won’t!”
Nick fluently sidestepped the attack at the last second, and the android crashed into the ground. Nick surveyed the android, saying, “Yeah, it will.”
MechaSonic irately spun on the ground, knocking Nick off his feet and standing up in the process. MechaSonic pointed a purple-tipped missile at Nick’s head, “Now, die!”
The missile fired, but Nick’s hand shot out. The missile stopped mere centimeters from touching his palm. “I wonder,” Nick said as he rotated his hand, the missile seemingly turning itself around so that it was directed towards MechaSonic, “If I were to let this missile explode in your face, would it hurt me as well?”
He pretended to think it over, savoring every moment of it. He nodded his head, acting as if he had come to a conclusion, “Nah, I don’t think it will.”
Nick clenched his fist and the missile exploded in MechaSonic’s face.

***

“Ireland, Ireland. Think, Scott, think! You’ve been here before, albeit not for one or two hundred years. Let’s see...I can speak Irish, I know I can!” Scott abruptly stopped running and frowned, “Wait, is Irish even a language?”
He turned to a newspaper stand and walked up to the desk, speaking slowly to the shopkeeper, “Hey! Do...you...understand...English? Hablo Espa-”
The shopkeeper smiled irritably and cut him off, “This is Ireland. We speak English here. Alternatively, you could try speaking the native language: Irish.”
Scott’s face brightened, “I knew Irish was a language!”
The shopkeeper groaned, “That was a joke; there’s no such language as Irish.”
Scott’s face fell, “Dang.”
The shopkeeper sighed and picked up a newspaper, reading it with a bored look on his face, “What is it that you want, exactly?”
Scott thought this over, “What do I...oh, yes! I almost forgot!” He leaned in close, whispering even though there was no one around, “Do you know a certain company...that goes by the name...” he looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, “...the name of DVG?”
The shopkeeper abruptly set down his paper and looked at him, “DVG? As in...”
Scott grinned, showing his fangs, “Deadly...Video...Games.”
The shopkeeper examined his face for a long time, and finally nodded in approval, “Come with me.”
He leaped over the counter and guided Scott through the streets of Dublin, taking several dark alleys and side paths. Their journey was short and swift, ending with a dirty, abandoned building secluded in the middle of several other, larger buildings.
The shopkeeper examined his face once more, after a while speaking up, “This is the main DVG building.” He turned and opened the door, ushering Scott in and following soon after, closing the door behind him gently.
They were in a business-like room with a round table in the center of the room. Three people, who were sitting at the table, looked up from a device at the center of the table they had been staring at. They now stared wide-eyed at Scott instead. One of them, supposedly the leader, spoke up, “Richard, what have you done?”
Richard nodded, “I brought back a new recruit, Garret. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
Garret sighed nervously. He motioned to one of the others, “Mike, come here.” Mike leaned over and Garret whispered something in his ear. Mike nodded and left the room.
Garret addressed Richard, “You brought us Scott,” he said calmly.
Now it was Richard’s turn to stare at Scott, “My God, you’re right.” He stumbled backwards across the room, tripping over a chair and falling to the floor.
Scott waved his hands, “Relax. I’m not here to destroy you. Yet. I’ll let you in on a secret; I’m from the future. Just in case this disrupts the time-space continuum, you can’t tell anyone I was here. Wait, scratch that; I was never here.”
He turned to leave but suddenly remembered why he had even come there in the first place. He grabbed the device at the center of the table and left, saying, “I’ll just be taking this, though.”
After he had slammed the door shut, the three dumbfounded men gaped, realizing Scott had taken their very first DVG prototype. One of the men shook his head, asking to no one in particular, “What just happened?”
“I don’t know, Conner,” Garret said, confusedly staring at the floor, “I don’t know.”

***

Yet another building exploded and Nick slammed into the ground, quickly held in place by MechaSonic’s feet on his chest.
“Now,” MechaSonic said, bending over to immobilize Nick and to grab his throat. He held the barrel of a machine gun up to his head, “You can stop a missile in midair, but can you stop bullets from leaving the gun? We’ll soon find out.”
“Hey!”
Nick and MechaSonic turned their heads to see Scott running past, carrying a black box that trailed several cords behind him, “My plan is almost ready, so just keep on fighting!”
MechaSonic turned back to Nick, “Gladly.”
Nick still had his eyes on Scott, “Oh, thanks a lot for the help, pal!”
“Any last words?”
Nick thought in over, “Do I have any last words? Any to say to you? Because if I had any, would you really want to hear them? Because they would be directed towards my family, friends, and loved ones, and wouldn’t make much sense-”
MechaSonic growled in annoyance. Nick looked at the android with earnest, “Oh, you’re mad and there’s a gun in my face. Maybe now would be a good time to make my move.”
He nodded his head to the side and MechaSonic, who was still holding his neck, was flung to the side. Nick stood up and brushed himself off. A Chaos Spear formed in his hand and he directed it at MechaSonic, “Now I see why Shadow hated you so much. You’re fricking annoying.”
“Nick! It’s ready!”
Nick grunted in approval. He shot the Chaos Spear for good measure and turned and ran to the house Scott was waving at him from. He took a step inside and gasped in confusion and awe. The house was nearly identical to Scott’s house back in Nebraska.
“I lived in Ireland for a time,” Scott clarified. He motioned to a small television where a flat screen should have been. A game system was hooked up to it, and the T.V. flickered with a blank screen. “There’s no time to explain, so just follow my lead, and-”
There came a gentle knock at the door. Nick and Scott looked at each other quizzically. Nick turned to the door, “Who is it?”
MechaSonic’s voice sounded quietly, yet horrifyingly clear through the door: “Death.”
Nick and Scott looked at each other again, and then back at the door. Scott spoke, “Sorry, we’re not here at the-”
The door crashed open and MechaSonic stepped tyrannically into the room, “Too late.”
Scott inched towards the game system extremely conspicuously, “Well, if you’re going to join our company, would you care for some...” he trailed off and lunged, picking up a controller and holding it above his head menacingly, “Games?”
“I don’t have time for this,” MechaSonic said exasperatedly.
Scott threw the controller at the android and it caught the projectile deftly without breaking its gaze on them, “You honestly thought you could stop me with this thing?”
Scott shrugged, “It was worth a try.” He pressed the power button on the game system. MechaSonic screamed in protest as he realized that it had been tricked, but within seconds the android had dematerialized into the television screen.
Nick nodded in approval, “Reverse psychology. Trick it into wanting to grab the controller, completely unsuspecting at the plot at hand. Nice.”
Scott nodded in agreement, “Yes. However, DVG hasn’t yet developed the technology to keep the portal closed, so MechaSonic can still get back out. This way we can destroy the android without worrying about anyone getting hurt. Do you still have the Chaos Emerald?”
Nick held up the green Emerald, “Yes.”
“Good.” He set his hands on Nick’s shoulders, “Nick, you go on ahead. Fight MechaSonic. Don’t hold back, at all.”
“What about you? Do I get the pleasure of calling you a hypocrite again?”
Scott shook his head, “No, I have some work to accomplish. I’ll join you as soon as I can. Now, go!”
Nick saluted Scott in a farewell gesture, “See you then, I suppose.” He snatched up a second controller and dematerialized into the television.
Scott turned to the door, “I’ll join you as soon as I can. There’s work to be done.” He clenched his fist and a gale of wind whipped through the open door and throughout the room. Scott closed his eyes and growled, “Then, MechaSonic, my voice will be the last you hear.”
The wind swirled around him violently and shook the house, causing the various items on the shelves to fall and break. Scott opened his eyes, “I promise you this!”

***

Nick rematerialized in a grassy field. In the distance, ocean waves crashed in sync with the gentle breeze. “Hello?” he asked, looking around nervously and confusedly, “MechaSonic? Did I land in the wrong alternate universe?”
A metal hand smashed into his collarbone and he collapsed, dropping the seventh Chaos Emerald.
MechaSonic grabbed the Emerald from midair. The android waved its arm and the other six Emeralds appeared around it. MechaSonic formed a Chaos Spear in its hand and aimed it at Nick.
“Bastard!” Nick said suddenly, apparently unaware of the major blow he had just received. He rolled onto his back and the Chaos Spear smashed into the ground where he had previously been. “Where’s the honor in an ambush, you bastard?”
“Morals are for the weak!” MechaSonic screamed, “When you see an opening in your opponent’s defenses, or you have an opportunity to outmatch them, you *bleep*ing take it!”
Nick flipped to his feet, “You know what you remind me of? A human. Do you know why? It is because you don’t care about anyone but yourself, you can’t feel sympathy, empathy, or even mercy, and now you don’t even fight the right way! It’s like Scott crammed the entire human race into where your heart should be.”
“Insult me all you want,” MechaSonic growled, “It won’t matter soon enough. After all, dead men tell no tales.” The android pointed a purple-tipped missile at Nick’s head.
“Oh, come on!” Nick exclaimed, “That old purple-capped rocket? It was fine in the beginning; you were bringing a tank to a knife fight. But now it’s just boring. We’ve even covered that I can stop one with my bare hands. Haven’t you ever heard of, ‘Repetition Invites Defeat’? At least I have the decency to change it up. But I’m not complaining. In fact, all I offer in reply is this: What time is it?”
MechaSonic frowned, “What...time...is it?”
Nick grinned. “I’m glad you asked,” he said as he pulled a large, recoilless, rocket antitank weapon from his pocket and aimed it at MechaSonic’s head, “It’s bazooka time, baby.”
He pressed the trigger and MechaSonic exploded. Nick smiled painstakingly, “The deed is done.” He looked up and screamed in surprise and fear.
MechaSonic stood in the midst of the smoke, completely unscathed, “Are you finished? Good. Now it’s my turn.”
The seven Chaos Emeralds swirled around the android and were absorbed into its body. The blue metal changed color to a deep gold. “I’ll crush you!” it said as it raised its palm, releasing a burst of energy. The blast collided with Nick and sent him hurtling into the air.
Nick grunted, “Ugh, that’s new.”
MechaSonic jumped up, grabbed Nick and threw him into the ground. Seconds after crashing into the dirt, Nick spun to his feet.
“I think your persistence is your worst quality,” MechaSonic said, its golden armor now glowing, “If you’re so eager to throw your life away, then so be it!”
The android curled into a ball and smashed into Nick. It uncurled and grabbed him, kicking him into the sky. MechaSonic fired a Chaos Spear into his helpless, flailing form. The android teleported into Nick’s path and elbowed him to the ground.
Nick slammed into the hard earth, clutching his side, where there was a severe pain. He thought a few of his ribs might be cracked.
He jumbled through his pockets and after a time smiled with delight. He pulled out a card adorned with the ace of spades, “Oh, you’re in trouble now!” Nick yelled, pointing the card at MechaSonic, “And when I say trouble, I mean the power of ten thousand supernovas exploding in your face! Say hello to the King of Aces! What do you have to say to that?”
“Do you ever shut up?”
“I’ll shut you up!” Nick screamed. A gigantesque beam exploded from the King of Aces and completely enveloped MechaSonic. The King of Aces had proven its worth in the past, killing all life on Pluto and knocking its orbit askew, all in the same blast. Putting this power against MechaSonic was like killing a fly with a jackhammer.
The blast resonated for a few seconds, and then faded. Nick simply widened his eyes as he saw MechaSonic standing exactly where he had been, with no signs of fatigue. “That’s...impossible!” Nick screamed in anguish,
“This has gone on long enough!” MechaSonic shouted. The android flew at Nick, Chaos Spear in hand.
Nick jumped up, smashing his foot into the back of MechaSonic’s head. The android’s momentum kept it moving along the ground. As it scraped along, Nick fired a Chaos Spear at the android, increasing its speed. Nick teleported over the android and stomped both of his feet into MechaSonic’s head with enough force to break a steel beam in half.
Nick back-flipped off the android as MechaSonic slowed to a halt. The android looked at him, but Nick had jumped into the sky. MechaSonic followed, but jumped right into the palm of Nick’s hand. Literally.
MechaSonic struggled to free its head from Nick’s grasp. Nick’s hand glowed with power as he spoke, “Chaos...”
The android stopped struggling at this word. It looked at him, powerless, helpless, and unable to free itself in the face of doom. Now the android would finally be destroyed, once and for all.
“Chaos Control!”
Nick’s eyes grew wide as his thought process struggled to comprehend what happened next. It all happened in a flash; MechaSonic teleported behind Nick’s back. Still in motion, he had said, “Spear,” but it simply flew through empty space. MechaSonic locked its fingers together and smashed its fists into the back of Nick’s neck.
Nick crashed to the ground. MechaSonic teleported next to him and picked him up by the neck. “Now,” it said mercilessly, “it’s time for you to die, cockroach! Chaos...”
“Chaos Lance!”
Scott appeared between them, his limbs a blurry mass as he struck MechaSonic hundreds of times per second. He ended by forming an X with his forearms, tearing the Chaos-infused formation apart on MechaSonic’s chest.
As Scott and MechaSonic landed on their feet, Nick groaned as he got to his, “It’s about time you showed up.” He ran to his partner and gave him a high-five.
Scott winked, “Where would be the fun in letting you pound MechaSonic into submission?”
“I’ll be sure to carve that into your headstone, Scott!” MechaSonic screamed, “Chaos...”
“Chaos...” Scott said.
“Chaos...” said Nick.
“Blast!”
“Blast!”
“Spear!”
A gigantesque explosion shook the ground violently, setting the grass ablaze and turning the sky red. Ash fell like rain as Nick and Scott collapsed to the ground. MechaSonic laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Scott spat irately.
“Oh, nothing,” MechaSonic said, clenching its fists, “It’s just how easy this has been. I’ve been toying with you both this whole fight and you’re at your knees! Enjoy your last breaths of life, because the next ones you take will be in the afterlife! The end has come!”
The golden tint disappeared from MechaSonic’s armor as the seven Chaos Emeralds once more appeared around the again-blue android. They swirled around it once before settling into its hand. There was a flash of light and the Emeralds had merged together into one, singular mass, resembling a Chaos Emerald, only twice as large.
“Wait a second,” Nick said, staring at the mass, “Isn’t that...”
“Are you surprised?” MechaSonic said mysteriously, “Ace had more connection to the Chaos Emeralds than you’d thought. You see...this...” the android gestured to the white mass in its hand, “...is...The Amethyst!”
Scott’s eye twitched, “Does this mean...that Ace created the Chaos Emeralds?”
“Wait, this doesn’t make sense at all!” Nick yelled, holding his head, “It doesn’t make sense that the Amethyst and the Chaos Emeralds...all of them put together...are the same thing!”
“But doesn’t it?” MechaSonic said, “You see, Ace didn’t center his plan around the Chaos Emeralds, he centered it around the Amethyst, which would make much more sense considering he was an average citizen of Prague before going to Sweden to invent his brilliant devise. As you know, soon after creating it, he was taken under arrest, so he wouldn’t have had the time to study the Emeralds. Thus this same device, the Amethyst, was one constructed of eight separate parts, seven as powerful as the final alone.”
Nick frowned, “Eigh-”
MechaSonic grabbed its chest plate and wrenched it open. The android set the Amethyst in its chest and then slammed the chest plate shut once more. MechaSonic clenched both its fists and laughed, “And if that’s not enough, the Amethyst packs so much power, I can destroy you with just a snap of my fingers! Which is precisely what I plan to do, now that my life’s purpose of collecting the Amethyst has been fulfilled!”
“And you did an excellent job, my creation,” Scott said mockingly, grinning with malice.
MechaSonic growled, “Damn...you...to...hell! Chaos-”
Nick waved his hand, “Chaos Freeze!”
A burst of ice spread from Nick’s body, covering everything; the grass, the flames, the air, Scott, MechaSonic, even Nick, even time. Literally everything was frozen. There was a maddening silence effect along with this, broken after a few seconds by an icy voice, saying: “Amethyst.”
The ice shattered, disappearing as if it had never existed. All except for the ice that coated MechaSonic. Scott walked to the frozen android and rapped on the side of its head. He spitefully set his foot on MechaSonic’s ice-covered chest, “No, MechaSonic. Damn you. Damn you to hell, you robotic bastard.”
He kicked the icy android over, and it shattered when it hit the ground. Scott crossed his arms, “Oh, and I told you I could destroy you if I tried.”
He grunted and turned to Nick, “Okay, you have some explaining to do. What was that Chaos Freeze thing you did?”
Nick made a noise halfway between a groan and a sigh. He thought about it, “Chaos Freeze is an elusive move that can only be learned/used under extreme stress or pressure. It can freeze one thing, and one thing only, and is pretty much the Chaos Emerald’s own version...of a failsafe.”
He walked over to the remains of MechaSonic and inspected them. The ice had melted away, and several pieces were sparking with electricity. Nick frowned and rummaged through what he believed to be the chest area, “Hey, Scott, I forgot to ask: what does...did this android run on? And if you say batteries, I’m going to frickin’ kill you.”
Scott chuckled, “No, not batteries. I dug up some amethyst crystals in my backyard. They seemed to radiate energy, so I used them to power the Emerald radar.”
Nick pulled the seven Chaos Emeralds, completely intact, from the wreckage. He turned and glared at Scott, “Amethyst crystals? Are you serious?”
Scott shrugged defensively, “Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t make the connect-”
“No,” Nick interrupted, “It’s not that.” He turned and waved a hand over the wreckage. Several purple gemstones burst from the remains and settled into his hand. “Like these?” Nick asked, turning to Scott.
Scott nodded and Nick clenched his fist around the crystals. After a few seconds, he opened up his hand again to reveal a purple Chaos Emerald.
“Whoa,” Scott gasped, “That’s insa-”
“It gets weirder,” Nick said, cutting him off. He waved his hand over the Emerald and its coloration changed so that it shone with all the colors of the rainbow, but primarily violet.
“Hey,” Scott whispered in awe, “It’s like that other one...”
Nick nodded, “There are nine Chaos Emeralds.”
Scott’s eyes widened, “Which means...”
“Which means that the three sets – the seven Chaos Emeralds, my Chaos Emerald, and this one here – are all equal in power. Since MechaSonic had this one to begin with, that android was only one Emerald away from having them all. If that had happened, we really would have been screwed.”
Scott frowned, “How screwed, exactly?”
Nick thought it over, “Let me put it this way: Chaos Freeze wouldn’t have frozen it.”
Scott’s eyes grew. They sat in silence, thinking about what almost was. After a time, Nick suddenly looked off into the distance. He narrowed his eyes and whispered, “...the hell...?” He pointed towards it, “Scott, what is that?”
Scott squinted, “It’s...a guy. A really fat guy.”
Nick nodded his head a single time, “Bring him over here.”
“Chaos Control!” Scott shouted. He disappeared, reappearing in a few moments with an obese man in a white jumpsuit.
“Hey, what’s your name?” Nick asked.
“G-Gerald,” the man stuttered.
“Gerald? Well, okay.” Nick looked at the eight Chaos Emeralds on the ground, and then at Gerald. He gathered up the Emeralds in his arms and shoved them into Gerald’s, “Here, take them.”
“Uh, thanks,” he said as Scott pulled Nick aside.
“Nick, what are you doing? After all that work we went through to get those things back, and now you’re just giving them away?”
Nick sighed, “Scott, I think we both can agree that the Chaos Emeralds cause more harm than good. It’ll be safer to keep them here, than anywhere on Earth. Are you okay with that?”
Scott closed his eyes and nodded, grinning somberly, “Yes, that would be fine with me.”

***

Nick and Scott rematerialized in Scott’s Irish house. Nick turned to the door and gasped.
Standing in the door was Shadow, the Hedgehog.
Nick gasped again and turned to Scott, “How...in the-”
“I told you,” Scott said, cutting him off, “I had work to take care of.”
Nick’s face lit up, “But how...”
Scott chuckled, “Would you care for a...” he put his left hand on his chin and looked to the ceiling, while slowly saying, “Flashback...”

***

Scott and his father, Toranado, the Ruler of Air and Winds, stood in the midst of a fog bank. Toranado held out his hand, “This,” a sphere formed in his hand, “is called an Aerobomb. Have you ever wondered where the phrase, ‘knocking the wind out of’ came from?”
Scott frowned, “Not really. It’s pretty self-explanator-”
“It means,” Toranado said loudly, interrupting him, “That someone had a vital ingredient of life, oxygen, A.K.A. air, knocked out of them.”
“Like I said,” Scott said, raising an eyebrow, “Pretty self-explanatory.”
“Will you let me finish?” Toranado shouted angrily.
Scott sighed.
“Now then,” Toranado said, straightening his hat, “The Aerobomb reverses this effect; if someone has the wind knocked out of them, the Aerobomb puts it back in! But it’s one-use only. Don’t waste it on something stupid, like a fish.”
“But that doesn’t make sense!” Scott shouted exasperatedly, “It’s just a figure of speech! You can’t literally-”
“It will bring someone back to life if they’re not dead yet! Now, just take it, my child!”
Scott shook himself back to reality. These events had happened a few months ago, when he had met up with his father during the vampire hunt. Now he was in Dublin, in the year 1915, standing over Shadow’s dead body.
“Artificially dead,” Scott corrected himself, “Chaos Death merely kills off the consciousness, but leaves the body intact. Wait, now I’m worried it won’t work.” He shrugged and brought the Aerobomb down on Shadow’s body. There was a bright flash of light and a loud gale.

***

Scott looked back to Nick, his hand still on his chin, “...End Flashback. Long story short, it worked. Oh, and my dad’s crazy.”
Nick grinned and hugged Scott, “I see that, buddy.” He broke the embrace and walked up to Shadow.
The hedgehog coughed, “You don’t need to say anything. I...apologize for myself. You were right; life is precious and shouldn’t be wasted.”
Nick held out his hand, “Glad to hear it.”
Shadow turned away. He looked at Scott, “You didn’t tell him yet, did you?”
Scott shrugged, “I forgot, okay? Nick,” As Nick turned to him, he sighed, “Shadow isn’t staying on Earth. He’s going to stay in,” he gestured to the television, “that world, to prevent MechaSonic from ever returning.”
“But...” Nick looked at Shadow, his arm hanging limp, but still extended.
Shadow nodded, “I’m sorry, Nick. I have to do this. Good-bye...my divine Creator.” He jumped up, gave Nick a high-five, and grabbed a controller, dematerializing into the television.
Nick blinked and walked over to the set. He slumped down to his knees and sighed. Scott patted his shoulder, “It’s for the best.”
Nick nodded and grabbed the game system.
“What are you doing?” Scott asked, taking a step back in surprise.
“It won’t be enough,” Nick said, ripping the game from its slot, “There’s too much at stake, and on Shadow’s shoulders. In order to protect this world, the connection must be severed.” He paused before going on, “And Shadow was never meant for this world anyway.” He looked at the game in his hands for a long time.
“Good-bye, Shadow,” he said, and then he broke it in half.

***

December 24th, 2026.
Nick’s house.
Nick sat on his couch, watching T.V. Scott entered and strode up to him, dropping a game case onto his lap, saying, “Merry Christmas, dumbass.”
Nick lifted the case off his chest and inspected its cover. He raised an eyebrow in surprise, “What the hell?”
He turned it around to face Scott, “What’s the meaning of this?”
Scott grinned slightly, “Remember our most recent DVG? The one in 1915? Turns out that was the very first Sonic game.”
Nick gestured to the game in his hands, “And this?”
“That’s the interesting part. When I first met Shadow, I was so confused because he looked exactly like Sonic’s counterpart. When you denied having any knowledge of the video game Shadow, it just got weirder. And then in Dublin, I began to form this theory that similar DVGs are connected.”
Nick scratched his head, “That would explain why we’ve only been sucked into series games.”
Scott nodded vigorously, “Exactly! And everything went according to my plan after that! Then, when we got back to 2026, I did some research into Sega. Turns out, Shadow’s been in every Sonic game, even indirectly. He was there before Sega even knew how to make games! The first screenshot of their Sonic series – they literally just flipped the switch – was of Shadow, in a field of green!”
Nick again gestured to the game in his hand, “And this?”
Scott grinned, “He got his own game, mate. Read the cover; it’s called Shadow the Hedgehog.”

***
End of Part Three.
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Yes! That felt liberating! I do recomend the game, though, I was a die-hard Nintendo follower up until that Christmas Eve, and I've played one other Sega game since then. Sonic Colours, which I also recommend....hmmm, I seem to be missing something...something important...oh, yes! Any magnificent comments, befuddling questions, quizzical grammar mistakes, or greatly apreciated critisism is always appreciated, so by all means, use that comment box below! (I beg you!)

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ShadowNc Nov 20, 11
“When you see an opening in your opponent’s defenses, or you have an opportunity to outmatch them, you *bleep*ing take it!” Oh, Neoseeker. I begged, and I begged, but apparently it wasn't enough. I wonder how long it took you to notice...
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