In the aftermath of the Space Colony ARK tragedy, Y/N-a being created alongside Shadow the Hedgehog-escapes to Mobius, entering stasis upon arrival. Decades later, O.R.A.C.L.E. discovers and rehabilitates her.
Little did she know that her friend was...
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A deafening hum.
Then a snap.
It started in her fingertips—twitching, unraveling. Threads of energy that had once been bound within her very being now lashed out violently, tearing at the air, at the walls, at her own flesh. She tried to scream, but her voice came out distorted, warping into static as golden energy crackled around her body, licking at her like wildfire.
Y/N staggered forward, her feet barely touching the ground as Chaos Energy surged out of her in unstable, jagged bursts. She felt herself splitting apart, not just in body but in existence.
Her reflection caught her eye.
She turned toward the glass wall of the training chamber—only to be met with something unrecognizable.
Her own eyes burned back at her, glowing too brightly, flickering, fracturing. Cracks splintered across her face like a shattered mirror, revealing nothing but pulsing golden light beneath. She wasn't solid anymore. She was raw Chaos, an uncontrolled force given flesh, and now that flesh was disintegrating, peeling away in strands of energy that would never hold together again.
In the corner of her vision, she saw Gerald Robotnik, taking notes, unshaken. Observing.
Beside him, Shadow watched, his expression unreadable.
And Maria—
Maria was crying.
"You were never stable, Y/N," Gerald's voice echoed around her, analytical, detached. "You were always going to fall apart eventually."
Her breath came in ragged gasps.
No. No, no, I'm here, I'm real, I'm—
Another snap.
The golden glow flared—then shattered her apart entirely.
Darkness swallowed her whole.
*ੈ𝄞 𑁍༘⋆.ᐟ.ᐟ
Y/N jerked awake with a strangled gasp, her chest rising and falling erratically. She was trembling, her skin damp with sweat, and for a terrifying second, she didn't know where she was.
The walls around her felt too smooth, too close. The hum of machinery thrummed in the background, a constant rhythm that sent her heart hammering.
She blinked, forcing her breathing to slow.
Right. The pod.
She was in her pod—her safe space, the place she always came back to when she wasn't training, when she needed to recharge. The ARK's artificial night cycle had long since set in, and most of the station was silent, save for the low hum of the life-support systems.
