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“This must be my hell, isn’t it?” Infinite muttered, his expression blank as he lay sprawled across a piece of debris drifting through the endless, dark-purple void of Null Space.

“Was there ever even a point to all this suffering?” Infinite whispered. “Why didn’t I listen to my squad? They knew from the start that Eggman couldn’t be trusted… but I ignored them, without a second thought.” He let out a shaky breath. “Looking back, I should’ve seen through his lies—should’ve just taken the Ruby and walked away.”

His hand drifted to the scar beneath his neck, fingers tracing the spot where the gem once rested. “Maybe then… I’d still have my power,” he murmured, voice breaking slightly, “and my squad.”

“The world was on its knees—absolute power and authority in my grasp. I might as well have already won.” He paused, a bitter laugh escaping him. “No… I never won. I lost the moment they died. If I hadn’t been so weak, things might’ve been different.”

“I couldn’t even avenge them… or make amends for not being there when they needed me most.” His voice trembled. “It’s my fault they’re gone—because I was too weak. Pathetically weak. And now… they’ll never come back.” His vision began to darken, the edges of the void closing in.

“Thinking back on it… that was my weakness, wasn’t it?” he murmured. “I loved them all too much. I couldn’t let them go—even after they were gone.” A wistful smile tugged at his lips. “I never should’ve believed I could have a family in the first place.”

“I don’t mind if my journey ends here,” he murmured. “I deserve it… so many have been hurt by these hands.” He stared down at them, curling his fingers into tight fists. “It’s only fitting that I face a fate worse than death. It doesn’t even matter—there was nothing left for me anyway.”

He exhaled softly and closed his eyes, surrendering to the stillness of the void. For a long moment, there was only silence—until a faint whisper escaped his lips. “Even so… I can’t help but wish there was redemption for weaklings like me.” A sad smile flickered across his face. “Oh well… I had my chance.”

With that final thought, he let the darkness take him, sinking into the quiet comfort of unconsciousness.

An unknown amount of time later:

"Hello..."

Like a drop of rain in the middle of a desert, the sound echoed through his mind as he lay still.

 Huh, who said that? What's this feeling? It's so—familiar ,Infinite thought trying to twist and turn to find the source but he found himself unable to move.

"It is not your time."

A wave of red cubes surged around him, engulfing his body in an instant. The void of Null Space vanished—replaced by warmth, light, and sound. When the world settled, he found himself lying on a sandy beach beneath a dusty orange sky. Seagulls drifted toward the golden glow of the setting sun, and palm trees swayed gently in the breeze.

For a moment, he simply stared, awestruck by the beauty before him. Then the sharp sting of salty ocean air filled his lungs, knocking him back into whatever reality this was. He blinked, looking around in a daze, torn between shock and disbelief.

Infinite pushed himself upright, his legs trembling as he tried to stand. His balance faltered—his body unsteady after who knew how long trapped in Null Space. “Why… why am I here?” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Hello Guardian." A chipper voice sounded behind him.

He turned around to see a tall blue creature seemingly made of water with a clay statue in its chest tower over him. Infinite spoke with indifference, "Who... or what are you?"

"I am Naihae the protégé of a great hero," it answered.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he said accusingly, wobbling into a fighting stance.

“You’ve been in that place for quite some time, haven’t you?” the creature replied, tilting its head. “Are you hungry? I’ve prepared an assortment of food that should suit your biological palate.” It gestured toward a picnic table piled high with an absurd variety of dishes.

“Why would I eat anything you give me?” Infinite muttered, edging backward to put more distance between them.

Grrrroowwl.

He froze, glancing down at his thin, malnourished frame and the unmistakable growl of his stomach.

“I believe that’s why,” the creature said cheerfully.

“Hmph. Fine, then,” Infinite grumbled. He walked over, sat down, and began grabbing food, devouring it with desperate hunger.

The creature watched him with what could almost be described as a smile. “I’m glad it meets your satisfaction, Guardian. But there is something I would like to ask of you.”

Infinite stopped eating as he turned to the creature, "And what is it you need me for? Sorry to tell you, but I'm done with the mercenary business," he said with his mouth full.

“What? No—why would I—never mind,” the creature said, waving a hand dismissively. “There’s only one thing I want… but there’s much I must tell you first.” It stepped closer, extending its three-fingered hand toward him.

Infinite eyed it with disinterest. “I’ll pass. Just send me back to Null Space.”

The creature blinked, tilting its head in confusion. “You wish to return to that dreadful place?”

“Yes,” he replied curtly, turning back to his food and continuing to eat, as if steeling himself for whatever came next.

“I’m sorry,” the creature said softly, “but I cannot do that.”

Infinite’s gaze snapped back to it, his voice low and bitter. “…And why not?”

“Because we’ve chosen you,” it replied, pointing at his chest, “to be the Guardian.”

“Guardian of what? And who’s ‘we’? I only see one thing wasting my time here.”

“The Cyberspace Emulator and I have chosen you to serve as the Emulator’s permanent Guardian,” the creature replied calmly.

Infinite stared back, his expression flat. “Why did you bring me here? I just want to be left alone. Is that really so hard for you to understand?” His voice carried more exhaustion than anger.

“I’ll show you why.” The creature raised its three-fingered hand, revealing a familiar red glow. Resting in its palm was the Phantom Ruby.

Infinite’s eyes widened, then hardened into a fierce glare. “Why do you have that? I thought the Doctor still had it—before he threw me in here.”

“It’s simple,” the creature began. “I created it. One of its functions ensures that when it’s overused, it returns to Null Space for… a sort of recharge.” It paused, its tone growing more deliberate. “Now, listen carefully. I forged this Ruby—your Phantom Ruby, as you call it—for my hero, in the hope they could save us. But through countless trials, we discovered its terrible flaw: prolonged use drives its host to madness.”

The creature’s gaze turned to one of astonishment. “Yet you wielded it and kept your mind intact. That makes you suited to harbor it safely.”

Infinite gritted his teeth as he glared at the ruby, "That Ruby—has cost me everything, and everyone I ever held dear to me! So tell me, why in Gaia's world would I ever want it again?!" 

“…You don’t have to accept, if that’s your choice,” the creature said calmly. “But that doesn’t mean the Ruby will remain without a host.” It raised its hand to the side, and in an instant, a swarm of cubes formed out of the air—shifting, reshaping—until they solidified into a perfect replica of Doctor Ivo Robotnik standing beside it.

“This man has also demonstrated the capacity to bear its burden,” the creature continued, its tone unreadable.

Infinite stared at the replica in shock. “Didn’t you say you were the protégé of some hero or whatever? Why would you give this power to someone like him—or me?”

“You are the only two candidates the Emulator recognizes as capable of forming a perfect bond,” the creature explained. “I must choose one of you. You have to understand—this is for the betterment of your world. When the device merges with a Guardian, it becomes tied to that life. When the Guardian’s life ends, it fades with them, completing its purpose so no more harm can come from it. Until now, I’ve been unable to find a stable host because the power was being overused, leaving me dormant until now.”

Infinite looked down, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the ground as he tried to process the creature’s words.

“But there’s a reason I came to you first,” the creature continued, stepping closer and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“You remind me of my master. He, too, failed to protect those he loved—and because of that, we all perished. He carried that guilt for ages. It consumed him, twisted him into a monster born of his own self-hatred and sorrow. That was his torment for centuries… until another hero appeared. Someone who reached out when he felt utterly alone, and freed him—allowing his soul to finally rest.” The creature’s expression softened. “I want to give you that same chance. The chance to be free.”

Infinite’s eyes narrowed. “Hold on—if all of you died, then how are you talking to me right now?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

“It’s true that I died as well,” the creature admitted. “What you’re speaking to now is not the real Naihae. I am but a mere copy of my consciousness, preserved within the device.”

Infinite’s gaze shifted to the replica of the Doctor, hatred burning in his eyes. He didn’t need to think any longer; his decision was already made.

“I’d rather die than let him have this power again,” he spat, his voice sharp with venom. “If that means I have to be its Guardian, then fine—so be it.”

“Excellent!” Naihae exclaimed, clapping its three-fingered hands together with delight. “But there are two conditions to this bonding.” It extended its hand, the Phantom Ruby pulsing in its palm.

“And they are?” Infinite asked, rising to his feet and stepping toward it.

"You cannot harm anyone the device deems to be an innocent being. It was made to save lives—not take them. And you must also find someone you trust as your key holder," it said, holding out its other hand, generating a medallion and floating it toward him.

He took the object, turning it over in his hand. One side bore a faint engraving—his own mask, dented into the surface. “What’s this for?” he asked, frowning.

“It’s a precaution,” Naihae explained. “The power the device will generate now is… different—far more potent than before. It won’t just be a weapon anymore. It will become a part of you. And that much pure energy can easily overrun your mind.” The creature’s tone grew firm. “Don’t assume that just because you survived its influence once, you can do so again. You must entrust this item to someone you—and the Ruby—both deem worthy to hold it. Only they can temporarily remove your limiters, for about thirty minutes. After that, they’ll automatically relock, and the Ruby will be unusable for a full day. The holder will also gain a degree of power over you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Infinite muttered impatiently, extending his hand.

“I must warn you—this will not be a pleasant process.”

“I’ll be fine. I’m no stranger to pain,” he said, taking the Ruby into his hand.

The moment he touched it, a searing heat shot through his body. He screamed, collapsing to the ground as the familiar pull of unconsciousness tugged at him once more.

“I wish you the best of luck, Guardian. Don’t forget who you are… or who you can be.”

That was the last thing he heard before darkness claimed him.

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Infinite walked through a pine forest where the trees soared like skyscrapers, their branches weaving a canopy that turned the sunset into scattered shards of gold. “Of all the places I could’ve ended up,” he muttered, “I’m stuck out here—in the middle of nowhere.”

He laced his hands behind his head, the crunch of pine needles and brittle leaves echoing beneath each unhurried step. Shafts of amber light slipped through the towering pines, painting fleeting gold across his mask before fading back into shadow. “Why didn’t Naihae just send me to Station Square… or Central City?” he muttered, his voice low, carried away by the whisper of the wind. He exhaled, watching the light shift through the trees. “Then again… maybe it’s for the best. I still don’t know the Phantom Ruby’s limits.”

 He glanced down at his chest. The gem, once a deep wine-red, now shimmered faintly—a swirling blend of blue and yellow light pulsing like a slow heartbeat.
“Naihae wasn’t lying,” he murmured. “The ruby feels different now—like it’s a part of me. Before, I felt like I was channeling its power… but now, it feels like I am the power.” He let out a weary breath. “Even so, I’m definitely not making a sun anytime soon.”

His gaze drifted through the forest, following the last rays of sunlight cutting between the pines. “Once I find my way out of here, I’ll have to lay low so the Resistance doesn’t recognize me. But then again, my voice does sound different without the mask, and only the good doctor and that idiotic red wolf know my true face. I could just hide in plain sight.”

He paused, removing the broken mask, and studied it with a stoic expression. This mask represents everything I was supposed to be, but that person is gone—it's meaningless now. He sighed at the thought, tossing the mask onto the forest floor, and resumed walking.

“So I don’t have to worry about that—but I’ll have to hide the Ruby. Its colors changed to match my eyes, and even the material cubes look different. Still, it’s a gem in my chest; that’s a pretty big giveaway.” He juggled three mismatched cubes, brought them together, and expanded them into a black poncho, draping it over his shoulders. “This’ll work.”

He slowed and looked down, thinking, Huh—what now? The only thing I want is revenge on Shadow and the Doctor. But then wh...

“AHHHHHH!”

Infinite shook his head. He could think about it later — this sounded like his ticket out of here. He started scanning the area for the source of the scream.

“PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP US!”

“CHAO! CHAO!”

He followed the sound and saw a little rabbit and a Chao trapped in the massive, rusty hands of a Death Egg.

"Great. I'll kill two flickies with one stone. I can finally test the Ruby and maybe even get some directions," he dashed toward the robot, leaping toward the Titan. The Phantom Ruby pulsed with a new kind of power, unfamiliar and raw. So he decided to conjure something basic from memory, he generated a curved scarlet sword in his hand. He jumped up with a spin, and with a single clean slash, he severed the giant robot’s wrist. The hand holding the two prisoners began to fall, and the little girl started to screamas she descended.

“Good. Not too rusty after all this time,” he muttered, leaping from the robot’s enormous frame and speeding toward the falling hand.

He reached it, prying it open, and scooped up the little rabbit. As they fell, he jumped from tree to tree, slowing their descent and putting distance between them and the disoriented robot. The Chao flew beside them, squeaking frantically.

Once he landed, he set her on her feet. “Are you hurt?” he asked, voice sharp but steady.

“N—No, I’m fine! Thank you Mister, we were almost goners there. Are you okay, Cheese?” she said, clutching the Chao tightly.

“Chao,” it squeaked affirmatively.

“You’re welcome. Now stay here while I deal with that,” he said, gesturing over his shoulder at the robot, which was attempting to reattach its hand. “I’ll have some questions for you,” he added before running off.

“Now, lets see what I can really do," energy began to well up in his body as blue and yellow cubes swirled around his hands. He focused on conjuring a Metal Sonic. It appeared… just not the way he expected. Instead of a functioning robot ready to destroy his enemies beside him, a pile of scrap metal materialized and clattered onto the forest floor. He came to a halt, staring at it in shock.

“Huh… that’s new. How about I just make a copy of myself?” He summoned more energy beside him. To his pleasure, a perfect copy of himself appeared. But something strange happened. The clone turned to look at him. They stared at each other for a beat before the clone broke the silence.

“That’s strange. My clones never had free will before. They only did whatever they were told. So… what’s different about you?”

Being called a clone ticked him off for reasons he couldn’t explain. “I’m no copy,” he snapped. “I’m the original—you’re the clone.”

“You know that’s impossible. If I were a clone, I wouldn’t be talking to you right now.” It pressed a hand to its face in exasperation. “I know I talk to myself a lot, but this… this is just sad,” the clone said, giving himself an unimpressed look.

They stared at each other for a moment before both realizing the truth aloud: “The Ruby has changed.”

“You know what? It doesn’t matter — we have bigger problems,” Infinite said, eyes locking on the robot charging toward where he had left the little girl.

The two Jackals surged forward, a blur of motion. The real Infinite conjured a sword, tossing it to his clone. “You go for the legs, I go for the head.”

The clone snatched it midair, glaring. “You! Don’t tell me what to do — copy.”

Infinite shot him the same sharp, icy look he always used. “I am not a copy!” he growled, then took a deep breath and added, “I don’t think either of us are.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know how to explain it,” Infinite said, eyes tracking the approaching Titan. “I created you, but we’re not the same. We think almost exactly the alike, but you’re also different from me. So you're not exactly me… I think you’re actually both me and yourself.”

The clone’s deadpan stare cut through him. “You know, that makes absolutely no sense, right?”

“You know what? Whatever! Let’s just go save her, then we can figure out whatever this is after!” Infinite roared, summoning a sword as the two of them slammed into the robot like a pair of hurricanes.

The battle erupted. Crimson arcs of energy and steel clashed against gray, rusted metal. Limbs flew in sparks and smoke, the forest around them trembling with the force of each strike. They moved as one, striking in perfect coordination — one severing legs, the other smashing through shoulders and arms. Within seconds, the Titan collapsed in a heap of twisted metal.

They landed on the ground, breathing hard, grins spreading across their faces. “Well, that’s that. So… what are we going to do about this?” the clone asked, gesturing between them.

“Well, I don’t feel like doing all that ‘There can only be one’ crap. So… brothers?” Infinite offered a hand.

The clone shrugged and shook it. A second later, he vanished in a burst of blue and yellow cubes, reabsorbing into Infinite.

“Well—that was almost as short-lived as my first family,” Infinite muttered, shaking his head as he walked toward the kid, trying to process how he was seeing memories of his other self — talking, fighting, existing in ways that were both familiar and impossible.

"Hey, mister! You were amazing back there! It was like there were two of you fighting that thing!" the kid shouted, running up with wide eyes.

"Chao chao!" squeaked the Chao, as it punched the air in excitement.

He groaned and facepalmed. "Please don't remind me. Now… for my questions."

"Oh yeah? What are they, Mister?" she asked, tilting her head.

“How do I get out of this forest? I’ve been wandering for days… without food,” he said, the last words muttered under his breath.

"No problem, Mister! I know the way," she said, stepping forward confidently. "Oh! I forgot to introduce myself—I'm Cream, and this is Cheese. We'll lead the way." Cheese scuttled close behind her, looking eager.

"Well, Cream and Cheese, why exactly are you two out here anyways? There are dangerous things in these woods," he said, referring to himself more than any of the creatures he came across.

Cream laughed nervously. "We were picking flowers to make a crown for my mama for Mother’s Day. But I wandered off too far, lost track of time… and then I ended up in that robot’s hand! It was buried and… well, you know the rest."

His eyes hardened as he shook his head. "Never do something that foolish again. If I hadn’t been there, you two would be dead right now."

"Yes, Mister. Sorry! We’ll be more careful next time. Chao chao," they said in unison, bowing their heads.

They moved through the thick undergrowth, the forest gradually thinning behind them. Eventually, the trees gave way to neat rows of houses and the faint hum of the city. Relief washed over him—he was finally out of the woods.

"Here we are, Mister! That’s my house over there," Cream said, pointing to a cream-colored home near the end of the road. "My mom should still be up, so I’ll introduce you to her."

I could just leave, he thought. I’m out of that forest, after all. But… I still need information. This can’t go that badly.

The three approached the front door. Cream knocked, calling out, “Mother, I’m home!”

A flurry of movement echoed from inside—hurried footsteps, clattering dishes, a muffled gasp—then the door swung open, revealing an adult rabbit.

The older rabbit immediately pulled Cream and Cheese into her arms. “Oh my Gaia, you’re safe! What happened? Why were you gone for so long, sweetie?” Her voice trembled between panic and relief as she fussed over her daughter.

“We were attacked by an old robot, and he”—Cream pointed toward Infinite—“saved us.”

“Chao!” Cheese chirped proudly.

The older rabbit turned to Infinite, her expression softening into a warm smile. “Thank you for saving them. My name is Vanilla. Would you like to come inside and have dinner with us?”

“Oh—uh—sure,” he replied, a bit taken aback, stepping in after them and quietly closing the door.

“That reminds me, Cream—you have a visitor.”

“Really? Who, mama?”

“Miss Rose. She’s waiting for you in the guest room. I still need to finish preparing dinner, so go let her know you’re home okay,” Vanilla said, heading toward the kitchen with Cheese trotting faithfully behind.

“Really?! Miss Amy came to visit? Wait till you meet her, Mister—she’s the best!” Cream beamed up at him, practically glowing with excitement.

Why does that name sound familiar? Infinite wondered—just as the guest room door burst open, revealing a pink hedgehog in a red dress, matching boots, and a headband.

He froze the moment he saw her.
This... can’t be happening—It’s her. What’s my luck?! Gaia, I have to get out of here, he thought, backing slowly toward the door.

“Cream, there you are! You had me and your mother worried sick,” Amy exclaimed, scooping the little rabbit into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry, Miss Amy. I was attacked by a robot… I didn’t mean to make you wait all day,” Cream murmured, eyes downcast.

“Oh, it’s all right, Cream. Besides, your mom taught me a few new recipes while I was here,” Amy said warmly, patting her head.

Then her tone shifted. “And who’s this gentleman trying to sneak away?” she asked, peering over Cream’s shoulder.

Infinite froze mid-step, caught in the act.

“Oh! He was lost in the woods—and he’s also saved me and Cheese! But I didn’t ask his name yet.” Cream turned toward him, her ears drooping slightly. “Where are you going, Mister? I thought you were staying for dinner…”

“Oh really?” Amy said, her voice sweet but edged with curiosity. “Well then—hi there, I'm Amy Rose. What's your name?”

Her gaze locked onto him, sharp and unyielding. He felt his pulse quicken.

“Hello… Mom.”
The moment the words left his mouth, the room fell dead silent. Both girls froze, staring at him in utter disbelief.

Why did I say that?! I’m such a fool! he thought, his heart hammering. I was a mercenary for years—and never once slipped up like this! I’ve never even been this close to her before. I only ever heard her name back when I raided Resistance bases—everyone shouting, ‘Mom will save me this,’ and ‘Mom will beat you that.’ I must've called her that because I heard it so much…

He clenched his fists, sweat running down his neck. My second chance—ruined because of one stupid mistake. If that blue fool finds out I’m alive, he’ll hunt me down until I’m somewhere rotting in a cell.

The silence in the room thickened, heavy enough to choke on.

“Oh my gosh… You’re from the old Resistance, aren’t you!?” Amy exclaimed, excitement bright in her voice.

“Y–yes, I am,” he replied, forcing a shaky smile and trying to go along with it.

Amy’s eyes lit up as she stepped closer. “What’s your name? I remember everyone who was on my team.” Her tone was warm, her curiosity genuine.

“My name... my name…” he stammered, eyes falling to the floor.

What is my name? he thought. Infinite was born to take revenge for the squad. He was supposed to be overwhelmingly strong, undefeatable, the one to fulfill the Doctor’s dream. But he failed. He never even got his revenge. And now... as I am, I’m not the Doctor’s puppet anymore—nor a weapon of destruction. So... who am I?

“You are Zero,” came a voice from nowhere—yet everywhere.

In that instant, time froze. A wave of crimson cubes clouded his vision, and suddenly he was standing on the same beach where it all began.

He blinked, disoriented. “Why am I here? Naihae, is that you?”

“No. His consciousness is gone. Only we remain,” a voice answered from behind him.

He turned—and saw himself. But something was off. This version had two blue eyes instead of his heterochromatic ones.

“Who are you? I never created you!” he demanded, glaring at his double.

“Weren’t you just asking yourself that?” the other him replied with a smirk, his tone dripping with condescension.

“Don’t play games with me,” Infinite growled, summoning his sword and pointing it forward.
Whatever this was stood unmoving in the face of the weapon. “Do you hate yourself so much that you’d attack your own reflection? Pathetic. Oh, how far the mighty have fallen.”

Infinite snarled, raising his sword, ready to strike.

“Before you humiliate yourself trying to kill me, maybe try looking before you leap first—if that’s not too hard for you.”

A mirror materialized between them, shimmering. Infinite stared into it—his reflection had only yellow eyes.

He touched his face, confusion twisting his features, and stared past the mirror—into the eyes of something that claimed to be him.
“What… are you?” His voice cracked, tight with disbelief.

“I already told you,” the other said, calm, almost serene. “I’m you. Well… a part of you.”
“I’m not unlike that clone from earlier,” it continued, voice smooth, unshaken. “But if it helps, picture me as a version of yourself before you became what you are now… fused with the consciousness of the Phantom Ruby.”

“So... you’re the Ruby, and me combined? That must mean you’re the one I have to align with to choose a key holder, right?” Infinite said, dismissing his blade.

“That’s true,” the other replied, stepping closer, "but I won’t just disappear after that.”

“What do you mean?” Infinite asked, teeth clenched as the double raised a hand toward his face.

“I’m a side effect of our union. Whenever you lose control—too emotional, too unstable—I’ll take over completely. You’ll just be stuck here, watching, until you recover. Think of me as the valiant watchman guarding against your stupidity… or the conscience you lost, whichever you prefer.”

"So that’s why I was pulled here—because of the stress," Infinite said, brushing his hand aside.

“Not entirely, no. You asked a question, and I answered.”

“Then your wrong! I'm not him anymore!” Infinite snapped, “He died with the squad!”

“No,” the other said, glowering. “We went into denial after they died. So we changed our name—and blamed our old self.”

“You dare say that? You, of all people, should know I wasn’t strong enough as Zero. So I became Infinite, and he—”

“He what?” the double interrupted, voice rising. “Failed worse than Zero ever did! You let hundreds of thousands suffer because of your grudge! Do you even realize what you took from this world? You didn’t bring the squad back—you just added to the pain. It was pointless and pathetic!”

He stepped closer, eyes blazing. “You’re not him anymore. We won’t waste this second chance as Infinite. We’ll become what they remembered—the leader of the Jackal Squad. The one who was spared, given a chance to make it right. It’s time to let go of the illusion you’ve built around yourself.”

He pointed directly at Infinite. “Now—once more—who are you?”

Infinite stood frozen, face pale. There wasn’t much left to say.

“Y... you’re right,” he breathed. “Infinite wasn’t my name. My name... the one my mentor gave me, the one my squad knew me by—”

He looked up, his voice steady now. “—is Zero.”

The other smiled faintly. “I’m glad you understand. It’s good to know we’re not a completely lost cause.”

With that, the double—and the beach—shimmered, then vanished in a flash of light as time snapped back into motion.

“So...” Amy asked, her voice pulling him back to the present. “What is it?”

Cream stood beside her, eyes bright with curiosity.

He exhaled slowly, the weight of the truth settling in his chest. “My name is Zero. Zero the Jackal.”

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"Zero—Zero, hmm, not ringing any bells. You must've been one of Knuckles's troops," Amy mused, holding her chin.

"Yes, I was," Zero replied as he turned away. A bead of sweat forming on his brow.

The three paused as the smell of stew made its way from the kitchen. "Cream, sweetie, come here and help me, will you?" Vanilla called.

"Coming, Mother! I'll be right back, you two," she said skipping off to the kitchen.

Amy waved her off, then turned back to Zero, "You're out here on a mission for the Restoration, right?"

"The what?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusement.

Her eyebrow rose."The Restoration...You're joking right? How haven't you heard of it? It's pretty well known for helping rebuild the world after the war," she explained.

He stared at the ground, narrowing his eyes as he lied, "I was trapped... somewhere. I dont remember where it was or how long I was imprisoned there. I've only escaped recently."

"Gosh, I'm sorry to hear that, but yeah the Restoration has helped a lot of people. Everyone was in really rough shape after the war, but that's all in the past now. These days everyone is happy, and the Restoration is only used when buildings get destroyed during an

Eggman attack, or whenever the crisis of the week shows up." 

"Okay then, Tell me, just how long has it been since the war ended? I was trapped before it was over."

A look of shock formed on her face, "Wait, wait, wait. You've been stuck since before the war ended? It's been like, two years since then!"

Two years, its been to years! he stressed to himself looking down at his gloved hands wide-eyed, H...how am I even alive?

"Well, you look alright, but do you feel okay? I know a little about medicine. I could give you a quick checkup if you'd like. Just have to take this off," she offered, reaching for his poncho.

"NO!" he shouted, backing away. Her eyes widening at his sudden out burst.

"Sorry. It’s just… I have a scar. I’d rather you not see it."

"Oh no—I’m sorry. I should’ve asked first." She scratched the back of her neck, embarrassed.

Vanilla's voice rang from the kitchen,"Is everything alright in there?"

"Yes, everything's alright just a tiny misunderstanding," Amy yelled back as she plopped down onto the living room couch.

Zero cleared his throat, eager to change the subject. “Anyway… this Restoration is just the Resistance repurposed. So am I right to assume you’re in charge?”

"Well you would've been right, like a year ago. I was the director, but honestly I was kind of forced to take the role after Knuckles left to protect the Master Emerald. I passed down the mantle to somebody else, the person in charge right now though, is Vector, the leader of the Chaotix."

Interesting it seems most of the original members left, I could use this to my advantage. I just need to confirm something, he thought.

"I used to have an acquaintance in the Resistance. He was a red wolf with glasses. Do you know if he's working there currently?"

"You mean Gadget? When the war ended, he left. He said that he didn't think Infinite was gone, so he went looking for him."

Of course that parasite is hunting me. I'll have to watch my back, he thought.

"If you all really did manage to defeat him, why would he think he's still alive?"

"Well, Infinite just vanished. No one really knows what happened to him. But hey, the last time Gadget had a gut feeling about something, he basically saved the world—so there’s no arguing with him. If you’re looking for Gadget, you’re in luck. I’ve seen him a couple of times while tracking down Sonic. Travel around enough, and you’ll run into him eventually."

Almost too perfect, he mused. Imagine it—Sonic’s greatest foe, hiding right under the noses of his fan club. He halted his pacing, amusement curling his lips as he stared at Amy.

"I’ll look for him sooner or later. But for now… could you point me toward the Restoration? I’d really love the chance to help out however I can."

"Sure thing, you know what I'll even take you there myself first thing in the morning. I was just about to start back traveling tomorrow anyways so it won't be any trouble," she answered smiling at him.

"Alright excellent, thank you."

"No problem, you can count on me!" She said, giving him an energetic thumbs up.

"Dinner is served," Vanilla announced, walking out of the kitchen carrying a pot, while Cheese and Cream carried utensils and plates beside her "Who's hungry?".

"Me, for sure!" Amy cheered jumping up from her seat and walking towards the small dining room.

"I second that," Zero agreed walking close behind.

                    Later on in the woods

From the information I gathered from her, I can tell I've missed a lot. He thought, letting out a sigh as he laid his head on the thick branch of a pine tree.

The only thing more shocking than me somehow surviving two years in null space is how gullible she is. Honestly, it seems too good to be true that things are going this smoothly so far.

But... is this what I deserve? He looked up at the sky, stars shining through the leaves of the trees. My squad must've been so disappointed. They tried so hard to convince me. But I just didn't listen, he brooded, his frown deepening.

That other me, or whatever it was said that I wasn't hopeless. But if I was foolish enough to let all of this happen—what would he know? He thought holding his forehead as his eyes grew heavier.

There was one thing he said... that I do agree with. I'm the Leader of the Jackal Squad, and as the last member I will take revenge. No, mind games this time. And once my mission is complete, nothing else will matter, he concluded as he dozed off.

1 day later.

"Are we almost there? it's been hours," Zero asked wearily, sprawled out in the back of Amy's car.

"Hold your horses, it's just up ahead.

"I swear you're almost as impatient as a Sonic," Amy mumbled frustratedly.

As they drove into the facility's parking lot, Zero looked at the large building, and was thoroughly unimpressed. It looked more like a shopping mall than a military base, but it was definitely an upgrade from the other places they used to hide in.

Long gone are the days of bunkers and tents for them, No, now they have a whole compound for their hedgehog worship, he thought giving a disgusted look.

"Mkay, we're here. Let's get a move on, and get you signed up."

 The two got out of the car. Zero stretched and sighed in relief, grateful to escape the cramped backseat, before following through the entrance.

As they walked deeper inside they reached a waiting area. "Alright, you stay here, while I go talk to Vector about getting you a position. Be back in a Jiffy," she explained walking off into the back.

He looked at the door that she went through with a blank look on his face. If she really thinks I'm going to sit here and wait after she had me stuck in that car for hours, she's even stupider than I thought she was, he thought as he walked off to go explore the building.

As he walked around the base he noticed a big difference between the Restoration and the Resistance. In the Resistance, all the soldiers were grim, yet hopeful at the same time. Trying to hold out for their hero while facing near-impossible odds. In this Restoration, everyone looked more like a citizen than a soldier. They had the weapons, but none of them looked like they had the experience that comes from a real battle.

I guess all the good soldiers retired after the war, he thought roaming through the cafeteria, training hall, and the other facilities that the organization had to offer, but he came to a sudden stop as he reached a door with a sign that read "Diamond Cutters".

The Diamond Cutters, I thought they were all M.I.A., this must be where they ended up, he pondered opening the door, and walking in to take a look around.

The room had a strange look—part war room, yet somehow homey. A clock and several pictures adorned the walls. As he scanned the area, one photo caught his eye. It showed five people with their masks pulled to the sides of their faces. And strangely enough one of the people in the photo looked familiar, though he didn’t remember ever meeting the mercenary group before—he had only heard rumors about them. Yet, for some reason, he felt as if he had seen that girl in the photo somewhere before.

"Why does she look so familiar? And weren't there only four members in the Diamond Cutters?" he thought aloud as the door to the room slowly opened behind him.

"What are you doing in here?" A voice called out behind him, causing him to seize, slowly turning around to meet the gaze of whoever had caught him snooping.

When his eyes fell on her forgotten memories stirred. The girl from the photo stood before him. Her eyes… yes, he remembered. They had met before.

FLASHBACK

Towards the end of the war, right before the Resistance made any real progress with ending the fight, Infinite would travel around destroying rebel bases, taking prisoners to work as slaves in Eggman's factories, and  in between one of these missions he had a strange encounter.

It was the middle of the night in the Mystic Jungle as Infinite rested on a log, a fire burned brightly beside him.

I've almost done it, the world is in my hands, not even that blue pest could stop me, and soon enough I'll wipe out that futile Resistance, he thought squeezing his hand into a fist.

As he sat there listening to the crackling of the fire and the song the birds and insects of the jungle serenaded him with his mind couldn't help but wander, to the last time he was here, well not himself. The last time that that weakling was here, when Zero died.

He turned now staring into his campfire as his heart grew heavy as memories started to flood back to his mind, memories of things... of people, he'd been trying to forget.

"That fool was so worthless, The Ultimate Mercenary? No he was an ultimate failure, the day he died had to have been the best day of my life," he said as his eyes beginning to water behind his mask.

He snarled, "What is this?" he asked himself as he hit two buttons on the sides of his mask, causing it to fall into his hands.

As he wiped his eyes he glared into the flame. This is unacceptable, my strength is undeniable, like this flame, consuming and turning everything in my path to ash, purging my weakness, so why am stil....

The line of thought was cut off when he heard the sound of a twig snapping out in the forest sending him into high alert as he stared out into the darkness of the jungle.

"I know you're out there. Come out before I make you," he called into the darkness, yet he received no answer instead, he heard what sounded like the revving of engine as he saw a green light  start to rise above the trees.

He stared at the spectacle "I haven't seen anyone use a hover wispon in awhile, guess we'll be doing this the hard way," he said raising his hands Conjuring walls of red cubes tall as skyscrapers surrounding the area cuasing the green light to start falling, disappearing back into the jungle floor.

"Now, either come out or I'll have the pleasure of hunting you myself!"

With those words, a dark figure edged towards his campsite and when they came into view he got a look at his intruder, a cream-colored wolf wearing a white mask and a black cloak, and to his suprise not carrying the wispon he expected it still glowed the signature neon green of the hover wisp but it was odd looking in shape for a weapon, it reminded him of an umbrella.  

He felt a gust of humid jungle wind hit his face reminding him of his mask, or rather the lack of it on his face making him grimace. "Lose the mask," he growled you've seen me without mine. Fair's fair."

The figure stood there unmoving like a mountain. Grasping their weapon as if it were the only thing keeping them upright.

"Alright then, fine" he said conjuring tendrils grabbing them by their arms and legs, holding them in place and causing their weapon to fall to the ground.

He strolled closer, slow and deliberate. His hand shot out, ripping away the mask. Reveling her scowling face. Disdain carved into every line, eyes barely open yet burning with contempt.

"Why are you here?"

She stayed silent, jerking her shoulders from side to side trying to wriggle free.

"Well, if you're not going to answer me I'll assume you were sent here to kill me by the Resistance. Those fools have been sending so many mercenaries to end me, yet not a single one has succeeded," he gloated as he backed up and started pacing around her.

She stopped struggling giving up on her escape attempt instead deciding to answer him, "I'm not with them," she explained in a hushed voice.

"Then who are you with?" He asked rolling his eyes.

"I'm here by myself," she whispered.

"Oh really, so you thought you could come here alone, and kill me, I thought the Resistance was sending mercenaries, not comedians."

"I'm not here for you," she mumbled through gritted teeth.

He stopped and crossed his arms. "So, you just happened to find me out here while you were passing through?" 

She nodded.

"Well if that were true, I would have let a weakling like yourself go. But unluckily for you, you've seen my face so you won't be allowed to leave here alive," He explained walking up to her conjuring an army knife and holding it to her neck.

She grimaced, forcing herself to take a shaky breath, trying to prepare herself for the pain she knew was coming. Her eyes opening wider, with panic, darting as though searching for an escape that didn’t exist.

In that moment, Infinite did something he hadn’t done in a long time — he hesitated. Glancing into her dim aqua eyes, he saw something he hadn’t expected: hatred and vengeance so fierce they nearly rivaled his own. But the fury wasn’t aimed at him, not like most. She wasn’t angry because she was about to die. She was angry because of the unfinished business death would steal from her. The fear in her gaze wasn’t cuased from her imminent demise, but of leaving her task undone. Looking into those eyes dragged him back to that day — to his own voice, broken and desperate, screaming: “I’m not weak.” Yes… those eyes were the eyes of a sole survivor.

She stared at him, confusion written across her face. He remained still, his tired eyes fixed on her. Slowly, he lowered his knife, and the tendrils that had held her captive vanished. Without a word, he returned to his log and sat down.

He weighed his thoughts in silence, then finally spoke, curt and cold. “I don’t know who you are, or what you’ve endured. But answer me this.”

Her hands darted for the Wispon, wrapping tightly around the weapon. The green Wisp retreating out the weapon into her cloak, leaving her standing tense, eyes fixed on him in silent expectation.

"When you find whoever has wronged you, what will you do with them?"

She didn’t know how he could tell she was seeking retribution or why he’d even asked. Her face hardened, her voice cutting through the night with newfound clarity. "I’ll kill him."

"Good answer," Infinite congratulated her as he put his mask back on.

"Now go, I expect to never see you again," He said, lowering the walls he'd made.

The wolf was very confused about the whole situation, but she didn't waste a second trying to figure it out as she ran off disappearing into the thick foliage of the jungle.

Even though this rare moment of mercy did impact Infinite in a way he would soon forgot about it due to the freeing of a headgehog by a certain glasses wearing wolf.

IN THE PRESENT

Neither of them moved, their eyes locked, wide and unblinking, as if the world had shrunk to just the two of them.

W-why is she here? Zero’s mind screamed, a cold wave of panic creeping into his chest, making his stomach knot. Every nerve was on edge, every breath too loud, too fast.

The silence stretched unbearably, broken only by the relentless ticking of the clock on the wall. Each tick hammered at his senses, echoing like a countdown to disaster.

Zero took a step forward, opening his mouth to speak, but in that heartbeat of hesitation, she spun. The door slammed behind her with a thunderous bang, rattling the frame, and she was gone, bolting down the hallway.

For a moment, Zero stood frozen, his vision still fixed on the door. His pulse thundering in his ears. Reality struck with brutal clarity: she was slipping away, and if he didn’t act now…

He exploded into motion, busting through the doorway like a madman. The air slapping against his face as he sprinted, muscles burning, every heartbeat screaming. The hallway stretched ahead, a blur of lights and polished floors. 

If I don’t catch her… she’ll snitch on me to everyone! 

And the chase begins, will Zero be found out and how and will this effect his future?

To be continued.

Chapter Text

Whisper opened her eyes, vision blurred by water, as she drifted through a boundless ocean. Shafts of sunlight pierced the surface above, scattering into shimmering trails that swayed gently around her.

She remained calm, floating in the quiet serenity of the water, even though she couldn’t recall how she had come to be in this endless sea. For a fleeting moment, peace filled her, and a faint smile curved her lips — until her chest ached. She needed air.

Obeying her body’s desperate plea, she shattered the water’s stillness, kicking hard as she swam toward the distant light.

But with every stroke, a powerful current pressed against her, dragging her back down. She fought harder, frantic, but the water refused to release her. Panic clawed at her chest, raw and primal. Her lungs burned, and at last, she gave in.

Her first breath betrayed her; saltwater surged into her lungs like fire. She convulsed, twisting in shock, limbs thrashing helplessly as the current pulled her deeper into the blue.

The light above faded, distant and unreachable. Yet, still, she reached, desperate for its warmth, her hands slicing through the water as if fighting a living force. Each stroke slowed, her strength bleeding away, until the surface shimmered faintly — a finish line she would never reach.

Her chest burned. Thoughts scattered like sparks in the dark. Panic melted into trembling stillness, a quiet surrender. Her last breath slipped from her lips, rising like a silver thread toward the vanishing light.

The current seized her once more, drawing her deeper into oblivion. The farther she sank, the quieter the world became. The roar of the water softened to a whisper, then to silence. The pressure no longer hurt; it held her, weightless and gentle, as if the ocean itself cradled her to sleep.

Her back met the ocean floor. Sand rose and drifted around her like a delicate veil. The last glimmer of sunlight vanished, leaving her in complete darkness. There was no fear — only silence, only quiet acceptance.

Then, from that stillness, warmth brushed her cheek — a soft breeze, impossible this far below.

Her eyes flickered open. The water had vanished. Darkness melted into sunlight, beams falling across her face. The stillness was broken by the soft whispers of the wind.

She rose, her gloved hands gripping the earth beneath her. She found herself in a wide, barren valley under a pale, muted sky. Gentle hills of brown dirt stretched endlessly in every direction.

She breathed uneven gasps as her eyes wandered, unsure if she was dreaming or dead. Then a single drop fell, cool and startling, landing on her nose. Another followed. And another. Soon the sky broke, unleashing a torrent that soaked the earth, turning it dark. The ground beneath her quivered, alive with sudden energy.

Green shoots broke through the drenched soil, reaching for the rain. Buds unfurled, multiplying until the valley pulsed with life. Waves of flowers erupted, their colors sparkling like shards of sunlight.

Whisper stood up, drenched and wide-eyed, watching the dead land awaken into a riot of color. Somewhere in the distance, beneath the hush of rain, came a faint sound — the soft creak of a door opening.

She turned toward the sound, and to her astonishment, an old wooden door stood alone in the open valley, connected to nothing, slightly open, the warm glow of fire flickering through the narrow crack.

Intrigued, Whisper stepped closer, her boots sinking softly into the rain-soaked earth. The nearer she drew, the clearer the sounds became: faint laughter and distant voices, familiar voices she hadn’t heard in years.

She approached the old wooden door and peered through the narrow gap. Inside, a scene by the campfire unfolded — warm, comforting, and achingly familiar.
Then she saw them: Slinger, Smithy, and Claire sitting side by side, alive and laughing, just as she remembered.

They stopped talking and looked back at her head peeking through the door. Silence stretched for a heartbeat before their faces broke into warm, welcoming smiles.

“Hey, kid… it’s been a while,” Smithy finally said, breaking the silence.

Her dam broke. She ran to them, wrapping each in a tight embrace, tears streaming freely.

“We missed you too, Whisper,” Claire said, hugging her back tightly.

“I—I’m so sorry,” Whisper choked, voice breaking, clinging to them even tighter.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for, Whisper. We all trusted Mimic,” Slinger said, patting her head gently.

“I didn’t let him get away with it. I avenged you all,” Whisper’s voice was small but fierce. She released them and sank to the ground in front of them. “He’s dead.”

Smithy looked down at her, eyes filled with sadness and gentle pity. “Whisper, we didn’t need you to avenge us. We just wanted you to be happy,” he said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Whisper gave a small, wistful smile. “At first, it felt impossible to be happy without you all, but I found people who helped me and stood by me, just like you did.” She turned to the teal ocelot. “You would’ve loved Tangle, Slinger — she’s just as daring as you.” Then she faced the green monkey. “And you would’ve loved Lanolin, Claire — she’s just as by-the-book as you are.” Finally, she looked at the wine-colored lion. “You would’ve loved everyone, Smithy,” she said, her smile bittersweet.

“I'm sorry we couldn't be there with you. We’re all very proud of you, Whisper,” Smithy said, the others nodding in quiet agreement beside him.

“Thank you al—” Whisper began, but the campfire’s glow sputtered and died, plunging them into pitch-black darkness.

She spun, and called out, “What happened you guys?”

From somewhere far off came a scream. “Whisper, run!” It was Claire, and the terror in her voice made her heart leap.

She looked around desperately, but the trees’ thick canopy blocked every shred of light. “Claire! Where are you?!” she shouted.

“Whisper, leave!” another distant voice — Slinger’s — cut through the darkness.

“Where are all of you?!” she yelled, running through the shadows of the forest toward the sound of their voices.

From somewhere ahead, Smithy shouted, urgent and alarmed, “Whisper, get out of here!”

In her haste she stumbled over a root, and when she looked up, a strange sight froze her: her shadow glowed softly in a warm, unnatural light. She whipped her head toward the source—the campfire—but she had been running away from it, toward the voices.

A cold, conniving voice hissed from the shadows. “Did you think you could have a reunion without me?”

No… it can’t be. He’s dead… I watched him die. Whisper’s eyes twitched, her mouth slightly agape.

The dark figure emerged just enough to reveal his face — dark blue, eyes soulless white, pupils surrounded by a black void.

“Mimic? How are yo—no… why are you here? And where is everyone?” Whisper demanded through gritted teeth.

“What’s wrong, Whisper? No hug for me?” he mocked, arms open, grin twisting cruelly.

“I’m not playing your games, Mimic. Where are they?!” she barked, voice sharp and fierce.

“Pity,” Mimic said, grin widening. “I thought you’d want to reminisce with me too. After all, you did say I made the team complete.”

“Stop talking! Where are they?!” she shouted, hands trembling with anger.

A piece of wood struck the fire, making it blaze. Mimic’s words slithered from the shadows: “But, Whisper… they’re right here.”

The light revealed him — and three bodies that lay still behind him.
 
“Tonight's so nostalgic. I killed them just like before. And you let them die — just like last time — running away to save yourself.”

Whisper froze, staring at her teammates’ lifeless bodies riddled with holes.

“And no one is coming to fight your battles for you. I made sure of that.” Mimic’s arms stretched into the darkness, dragging Silver, Tangle, Lanolin, and Jewel across the ground, battered and bruised, joining the pile behind him.

In tears, Whisper collapsed, clutching her head, eyes fixed on the heap of bodies.

“And you know what makes this perfect, Whisper?” Mimic sneered. “It’s all. Your. Fault.”

Fury burned through her tears, but behind him came the familiar creak of a door. She looked beyond him — the endless meadow had become twisted, consumed by fire and ash. The bright blue sky had turned black as tar.

Mimic’s arms snaked around the bodies, dragging them toward the open door. His smile widened with every step.

Her body wouldn’t move. Terror rooted her to the spot.

“I can’t wait to do this again with you… friend,” Mimic hissed, pulling the last body through.

Whisper broke from her trance, running for the door, hand outstretched. It slammed shut before she could reach it, the impact throwing her to the ground.

For a long moment, she lay in silence, a small whimper escaping her lips.

“No.”

She pushed herself up on trembling hands and knees, slamming her fist into the earth. “No!”

Staggering to her feet, she pressed herself against the door, pounding with every ounce of strength left. “Give them back! Give them back!” she cried, voice cracking, tears streaming freely.

The pounding slowed, her strength fading with every blow — until everything went black.

Her eyes flew open. She gasped for air, chest heaving as panic seized her. Curling forward, she struggled to steady her breath, forcing each inhale through trembling lips.

As her breaths slowly evened out, Whisper realized she’d been staring at a thick blanket. Raising her head, still trembling, she took in her surroundings — her room, familiar and safe.

To her side, five glowing lights hovered — her Wisps. They all stared at her eyelids arched in worry. One drifted closer, another gestured toward her mask, wanting to communicate, but soon they had gathered around her, their small, luminous forms offering her silent comfort.

She inhaled deeply, forcing herself to calm down. “I’m okay, you guys. Just a bad dream,” she said, hugging them tightly, holding onto the comfort they gave her.

The Wisps continued watching, worry lingering in their glowing eyes.

“Don’t worry. It’s okay — let’s get the day started,” Whisper said softly, setting them down and swinging her legs off the bed. She winced as her bare feet touched the cold floor.

Thirty minutes later, Whisper left her room. The sound of chatter filled the air as her Wisps slipped into her cloak behind her. She walked down the stairs, still groggy, entering the Restoration’s main hall.
Moving through the crowd, she focused on anything but the nightmare, forcing her mind away from the memory.

Things around the Restoration have been pretty dull lately — especially without Tangle or Jewel here. But Jewel needed that vacation badly, and the only way she was ever going to take it was if Tangle went with her. So the three of us made an agreement: Lanolin and I would pick up any work Tangle left behind so Jewel could finally get the break she desperately needed.

It hasn’t been all that bad… besides the unbearable boredom that comes with the lemur’s absence. Even the missions Lanolin and I have been on are dull — just recon, thanks to all the recent data breaches in the Restoration’s Mission records.

Vector said we needed to take these assignments because Espio’s been buried into too much work lately. Which, of course, left all the fun and interesting missions to the dodgy duo themselves — Surge and Kitsunami. They’ve been getting way too much attention for their so-called “heroic” deeds… even though I’m pretty sure they caused half of those problems in the first place.

But by far, the weirdest thing since Tangle left, has to be Lanolin. She’s been so on edge lately — extra demanding, unusually angry. I don’t know what’s bothering her. And I’ve tried asking, but she refuses to tell me. Honestly… she’s acting just like how she was when I first met her.

Whisper soon made it to the cafeteria entrance and stepped inside. Almost immediately, heavy boots clattered across the floor, breaking her train of thought. She sighed — she already knew who it was.

“Where were you yesterday?” Lanolin snapped, arms crossed tightly. “I specifically told you we needed to have a meeting about the upcoming mission.”

She tried to reply, but Lanolin cut her off before a single word could escape.

“And why do you look so drained?” Lanolin continued, her tone sharp with disappointment. “The missions have been easy lately, and since you skipped the meeting, you should be well-rested.”

Whisper's eyes narrowed into a familiar squint as she replied slowly. “You know why I skipped your meeting. It's becuase we’ve been having the same one for three days straight, and I’m sick of it.”

Whisper faced away, jaw tight. “And I’ll tell you why I’m tired when you finally admit what’s been bothering you.” 
 
Without waiting for an answer, Whisper strode into the cafeteria, leaving Lanolin frozen in shock.

As she paced further into the cafeteria, Whisper let out a quiet breath. The smell of food and distant chatter did little to ease her tension. Finally, she spotted her refuge: Yuji’s Sushi Bar, her favorite restaurant — a small pocket of normalcy in her morning.

Slipping into her usual spot in the back, Whisper felt the comforting distance from the chatter of the room. Breakfast brought her here, but so did something else.

Sitting patiently, she allowed her mind to wander until a familiar, welcoming voice suddenly called out from in front of her.

“Ah, if it isn’t my favorite customer!”

Whisper’s gaze snapped upward, catching the large, stocky figure in front of her. A half-smile spread across her face as the old red panda came into view.

“Hey, Yuji.”

He caught her gaze, understanding the frustration behind her tired eyes. “Your day’s already been too much, hasn't it?” he said gently. “I’ll fetch the good tea."

He vanished into the kitchen, returning shortly after with a steaming teapot. Placing it gently on the table, he sat across from her. “So, what’s troubling you, Whisper?”

She remained quiet, her gaze distant, thoughts tangled like a ball of yarn. She didn’t know where to begin, or if she should at all.

“Alright, let’s try this,” Yuji murmured, his tone gentle. “I’ll only ask you two questions. And you can choose whether to answer or not.”

She nodded slowly in response.

“Alright then. For my first question — what is it that angers you so?”

Whisper sighed and finally spoke. “Lanolin’s been acting differently. I try to ask what’s wrong, but she either ignores me, changes the subject, or points out my mistakes. It’s been going on for some time, and neither Tangle nor I know how to help. It’s affecting the team.”

Yuji poured tea into her cup, his movements steady and deliberate. “Emotions are like water,” he said thoughtfully. “When a fire is set under it, the water will inevitably steam. Your friend will reach that boiling point, and everything you’ve been wondering about will surface. The real challenge will be staying by her side as she cools. And even with how she’s treated you, you still worry for her. That tells me you’re a great friend — and that you already have the resolve to help her.”

Whisper gazed down at the table, lifting the cup to her lips as she let Yuji’s words sink in.

Yuji lingered for a moment, his gaze gentle yet teasing. “Now, for my last question… why the sleep-deprived zombie look?”

She let out a soft giggle, placing her cup down. Though she didn’t want to delve into it, his kindness made her offer a vague answer. “My dreams… they’ve just been a lot lately,” she murmured, sipping her tea again.

Yuji’s brow furrowed as he frowned. “That sounds awful. How long has this been happening?”

“Just a couple of days,” she admitted, clutching her cup. “I don’t know why this is happening again… or what I’m supposed to do. I thought I was done with them, but now… they’re back.”

Yuji’s frown deepened as he listened, the silence stretching for a few moments before a small smile returned to his face. “I wouldn’t call myself an expert on dreams,” he began, “but my daughter… she was. When she was younger, nightmares plagued her. Like you, she was quiet. And instead of turning to her parents, she sought answers herself. She believed books held the truth, so my wife and I took her to the library. She read everything she could on dreams.” He chuckled softly. “One thing she said stuck with me: dreams aren’t just shaped by our thoughts or feelings. Sometimes… they’re warnings — of things to come, good or bad.”

Whisper’s fingers clenched around the cup, leaving a shallow dent on its surface.

“But,” Yuji added, his voice steady, “something about that answer never sat right with me. Dreams don’t decide what happens — only you do. If your dreams tell you that you’re helpless, or that you can’t protect the people you love, they’re wrong. You decide your limits. I still remember the look on my daughter’s face when I told her that — pouty and furious, calling me a fool.”

Whisper sat still, letting his words settle in her mind. Slowly, a small smile curved her lips, and her eyes softened as she lifted her gaze. “Thanks, Yuji.”

He returned her smile with a gentle one of his own. “Thanks for what? I’m just an old man asking questions,” he said, rising from his seat. “Now, let’s get you some breakfast kid.” He moved toward the kitchen, already thinking of her usual order — a plate of California rolls, extra wasabi on the side.

That. That was exactly why she loved this place. Yuji reminded her of Smithy in so many ways — kind, wise, steady. And, of course, the food was always absolutely amazing.

After finishing her meal and bidding Yuji farewell, Whisper stepped into the hallway with a newfound purpose. His words had lifted a weight from her shoulders, leaving her calm, focused, and ready. She made her way toward the Diamond Cutters’ office, a light spring in her step, prepared to tackle the mountain of mission files Tangle had left behind.

As she turned down the familiar hallway, something caught her eye: The door was opened slightly. 

Strange — it was far too early for Lanolin to be here, she thought, slowing her steps, moving cautiously, each step silent against the floor. Then she heard it: a low and eerily familiar mumble. The words they spoke sent a shiver racing up her spine.

“…Weren’t there only four Diamond Cutters?”

Her ears twitched. That was enough. Whoever this was had no business being here. She approached silently, stopped at the doorway, and spoke —  her voice sharp and steady.

“What are you doing in here?”

The intruder froze. Whisper studied them carefully, committing every detail to memory—black fur, white hair, a black tail tipped with white, and a poncho that draped over their frame. And elf shoes? she thought, with a small internal snicker.

Slowly, the stranger turned, like a kid caught stealing. But when their face came into view, Whisper’s amusement drained away. A cold dread flooded her veins.

Those eyes—piercing blue and yellow—locked onto hers.
Memories of that night in the jungle came crashing back.

Her breath hitched. Her heart pounded.

I...Infinite… How is he—alive? Why is he here, of all places? Is he here to finish the job?

Panic clawed at her chest. No. Don’t panic, Whisper. Think. How can I get him out of here and away from everyone?

I could trigger the alarm—but no. That would cause chaos. He might slip away—or worse, lash out.

Her mind raced a mile a minute before she settled on a plan.
I need to reach the director’s office. If I hit the distress signal, we can get everyone back here—Sonic, Knuckles, anyone who'll answer. We’ll need all the help we can get.

Then she noticed something odd. She watched him closely—his posture, his eyes. That glazed, startled look… like he recognized her too. And he was scared.

Wait… he can change reality, and he obviously recognizes me. So why hasn’t he used his power yet? He’s just been staring. Could it be… does he not have his power anymore?

If that was the case, she couldn’t waste a second.

The clock ticking on the wall sounded like a countdown as she readied herself.

The dam broke the moment he stepped forward, about to speak— but before he could, Whisper bolted. She slammed the door behind her and sprinted down the hall.

A split second later, a deafening boom echoed behind her—the door nearly ripped from its hinges.

She turned her head, eyes narrowing in horror. The monster was charging after her, eyes wild with desperation—like someone who had nothing left to lose.

Whisper ran harder than she ever had in her life. Her lungs burned, her heart pounded, and for a fleeting moment, she swore she was faster than Sonic.  

The Restoration’s halls echoed with the thunder of their footsteps. Walls streaked past in a blur of motion as she ran, her heart hammering like a war drum.

As she turned a corner, she drew her Wispon and called out to her allies. “Blue! Pink! I need you!”

At her command, the Cube and Spike Wisps burst from her cloak and dove into her weapon, charging it with their energy. A spiked block formed at the end of the barrel, glowing with power.

She aimed it behind her as she ran and fired. The pink block zooming down the corridor straight at Zero—another forming instantly to replace it as she kept firing. But he moved like a predator, sliding, vaulting, and weaving through the barrage of cubes as if he already knew where each one would be. Every leap, every precise step, every dodge screamed the same truth: there would be no escape.

The chase exploded into the cafeteria. Chaos erupted in every direction. Trays spun like frisbees, sending half-eaten food flying in greasy arcs. People stumbled and shrieked—a tide of fear and confusion sweeping through the crowd as the two figures tore between tables, a pair of tornadoes scattering everything in their path.

Trays smashed against walls, silverware clattered to the floor, and the air reeked of fried food as they danced through the chaos they cuased.

Their eyes stayed locked. She twisted, ducked, and dove with razor-sharp reflexes, dodging his grasp and the occasional airborne chair. Every movement demanded her full focus. A single misstep could cost her everything. Around them, the cafeteria had become a frozen theater—diners clutching trays, wide-eyed, mouths agape, hearts lodged in their throats as they watched the high-speed duel unfold.

She pushed herself harder, lunging with desperate speed, trying to carve more distance between them—just enough to get away. Her fingers scraped along the edge of a table for leverage, but fate had other plans. Her foot slipped in a pile of spilled chili.

Time slowed. She flailed, arms windmilling, the floor rushing up to meet her in a punishing embrace. Her Wispon slipped from her hand.

Before she could recover, Zero was on her. He loomed over her, eyes blazing with feral focus, arms outstretched as he reached for her.

She shut her eyes, throwing her arms out in a desperate attempt to keep him back.

Then a piercing sound split the air.

A metallic SKYOOOONG! rang out—so loud it made everyone, Whisper included, clutch their ears.

Whisper looked up just in time to see Lanolin standing at the far end of the room, bell in hand. Infinite lay on the ground, writhing in pain, his hands clamped over his ears.

Lanolin struck the bell again—SKYOOOONG!—and the walls trembled with the force of it.

Her voice cut through the ringing chaos like thunder:
“I don’t know who you think you are,” she shouted, fury and conviction blazing in her eyes, “but you don’t mess with my people—not while I’m here!”

She stormed toward Zero’s squirming form, each step heavy with purpose, then turned to Whisper. Her tone softened, the fire in her gaze dimming to concern.

“Are you all right? I’ve never seen anyone make you run before,” she said, glancing back down at Infinite with a mix of caution and contempt.

Whisper, still catching her breath, blinked in disbelief. Lanolin’s attitude had completely flipped since that morning.

“I’m fine… thanks,” Whisper managed, her voice unsteady. Then panic flashed in her eyes as she pointed toward Zero, who was beginning to rise shakily.
“Hit him again!”

Lanolin didn’t hesitate. She swung the bell forward—SKYOOOONG!—and the sound blasted through the room like a shockwave. Zero slammed back into the floor, a crater beginning to form beneath him.

“Okay, seriously,” Lanolin said over the ringing echo, her voice half exasperated, half amazed. “Who is this guy?”

“I’ll explain later,” Whisper said quickly. “Right now, I need to call for reinforcements. Keep him here until they arrive.”

Lanolin gave a sharp nod. “You got it.” She struck the bell again, the metallic roar vibrating through the air as Zero sank even deeper into the crater.

“Thanks! I’ll be right back!” Whisper shouted, picking up her weapon and running off toward the reception area.

Five minutes later:

Whisper reached the final corridor leading to the director’s office.

“I’m almost there,” she muttered, turning the last corner. Just one more hallway—then they’d all be safe.

But her moment of hope shattered as the wall beside her exploded. A violent force slammed her into the opposite wall, knocking the air from her lungs. She slid to the floor, dazed, ears ringing.

Through the settling dust, a silhouette emerged—eyes glowing with fury. He moved over the rubble like a predator, drenched in crimson. Even the white tip of his tail was stained red.

Whisper’s stomach twisted, the implication freezing her blood. She tried to hold it in, but a choked sob slipped out anyway.

“You know!” Zero snarled, voice cracking with rage. “You caused me a lot of trouble!”

Shaking but defiant, Whisper forced herself to stand. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of fear.

“I should end you right now and fix my mistake!” he roared. Blue and yellow cubes flared to life, swirling violently before solidifying into a sword that hissed as it scraped the carpet.

He raised the blade to her cheek—slowly scraping it along her fur, trying to draw blood. But something strange happened. The sword didn’t cut her. It passed through her blue and yellow cubes forming where the tip should have been.

Zero froze, eyes widening. Disbelief flickered across his face—until he remembered Naihae’s words:

“You cannot harm anyone the device deems an innocent being. It was made to save lives—not take them.”

Of course that comes back to bite me, he thought, bitterly glaring at Whisper. Fury and frustration twisted his features. Then realization hit.

“You failed to kill the person who wronged you, didn’t you?!” he shouted, jabbing an accusing finger.

Whisper glared back, eyes burning with contempt. Through gritted teeth, she spoke:
“I didn’t fail them. He’s dead. The only failure here—” her voice hardened—“is you.”

For a moment, silence. They stared at each other, the tension sharp as glass.

Unbeknownst to Zero, Whisper had been using their confrontation as cover for one final, desperate move.

She tightened her grip on her Variable Wispon, one hand slipping beneath her cloak to tap two capsules—signaling her to her little friends that she needed help.

Her eyes squeezed shut, teeth clenched, bracing herself for the consequences that came with the mode she was about to use.

Green and orange light burst from behind her as the Rocket and Hover Wisps shot forth, merging into her weapon. The end reshaped into a spiraling, umbrella-like form, rockets igniting along its edges.

Zero hesitated—just for a fraction of a second—then lunged forward, too late to stop her.

In a blaze of color, Whisper vanished, rocketing down the hallway at blinding speed toward her destination.

In the Ditector's Office:

Vector leaned back in his leather chair, spinning it to face Amy with a half-smile. “It’s not that I don’t trust ya, Amy,” he said. “It’s just hard to believe one guy could take down a Death Egg.”

“Well, I believe it,” Amy replied. “Cream told me she saw him do it — and we both know Vanilla raised her to always tell the truth,” she teased, adjusting herself in the folding chair across from Vector’s desk.

Vector’s face flushed at the mention of the rabbit’s mother. He cleared his throat. “Listen, Amy—I’m a detective. I track leads, and I use facts to prove the truth. Do you have any other proof besides what Cream said?”

“No… but you should still take him in.” Amy’s voice softened. “He wants to help. And I could've sworn there was a policy that says if you were in the Resistance, you’re automatically eligible to become a member of the Restoration.”

“I know,” Vector said, sighing. “And I looked him up in our Resistance records, Amy. The name doesn’t come up. He must’ve been lying.”

Come on Vector have a heart. He said he was imprisoned for two years. Two whole years. And I don't think he has anywhere else to go.”

Vector rubbed his eyes and sighed. “Fine. I’ll give him an interview. If I like the cut of his jib, he can apply to join. And while he waits, he can stay in one of our rooms. Fair?”

Amy smiled, clearly pleased. “Perfect! I’ll go grab him so you can—”

Her sentence cut off as the office door exploded inward. Whisper barreled through, slamming into Vector and sending him and his chair skidding to the floor.

Whisper felt like her arm had nearly been ripped from its socket, but she forced herself up, and in her delirium, slammed a small red button hidden beneath the right side of Vector’s desk. Then she collapsed, sliding limp beneath it.

“Whisper? Is that you? What’s wrong? Are you all right?” Amy cried, rushing to her side.

Vector groaned as he pushed himself up. “W—what hit me?” he muttered, dazed from the impact.

He looked down and saw Whisper sprawled on the floor, clearly injured. Grabbing the edge of his desk for support, he hauled himself upright and fumbled through a drawer. He pulled out a small bottle filled with swirling green and purple liquid and quickly poured it into Whisper’s mouth. She gagged at first, then forced herself to swallow.

With every gulp, the pain in her arm and the exhaustion weighing down her body began to fade. Her eyes fluttered open, confusion flickering across them as she stared up at Vector.

“It’s one of Espio’s ninja recipes,” Vector explained, helping her sit upright. “Works on pain and headaches. Makes ya feel like a million rings too,” he added with a faint smile.

Whisper gripped the edge of the desk, feeling strength slowly returning to her limbs.

Amy watched, wide-eyed. “Wow. I really need to get that recipe from him,” she said, then shook her head and refocused. “Whisper, what happened to you?”

Panic washed over Whisper as memories slammed back. “Danger—we’re all in danger. We need to get out, now. He never died. He’s here—right now!” she gasped, forcing herself to stand.

Vector’s face hardened. “What danger? Who isn’t dead?”

Whisper stumbled to the door to barricade it with her body. “It’s Infi—” she began, but the word died when the door blew inward. Zero crashed through, tackling her to the carpet and clamping a gloved hand over her mouth.

Vector and Amy froze, horrified, as the two struggled on the carpet. Whisper elbowed and writhed, desperate to break free from Zero’s grip.

“Zero—what are you doing?!” Amy shouted.

He looked up, startled, fumbling for an excuse. “Uh, well, you see—I—”

Vector and Amy didn’t wait. They ripped the two apart: Amy cradled Whisper as she gasped for air, while Vector grabbed Zero like a paperweight and dropped him to the floor, looming over him with a hard stare.

“What do you think you were just doing to my agent?!” Vector demanded.

Zero looked mortified as Amy’s glare pierced him, a mixture of disappointment and anger. He pushed himself to his feet, mind racing. What can I do? Is it all over this quickly? Am I  going to be on the run for the rest of my life?

“Got nothing to say, huh? Fine. I’ll make you talk,” Vector barked, grabbing Zero’s poncho and lifting him off the ground. “Why did you do that?!”

Zero kept silent for a long beat, weighing his options. He glanced at Whisper—delirious but still watching him—and decided to spin a story.
“I was minding my own business,” he lied, “and she and her friend attacked me out of nowhere. I was just defending myself!”

Vector’s skepticism was sharp. “Even if that were true, it doesn’t explain why you were chasing her, why you look like that—or the smell,” he said, pointing to the red staining Zero’s fur.

Zero stared blankly and said nothing.

Vector shook him violently. “Did you not hear me? Answer!”

Whisper, breathless, spat, “H—he’s lying.”

They turned to her, then back to Zero. Whisper met his blank stare with icy contempt. “Don’t believe him. He’s In—” she began, but a blaring siren drowned her out. Ceiling speakers barked:

“INTRUDER! ALERT! INTRUDER! ALERT! WARNING: THREAT LEVEL — NEO METAL. REQUESTING ALL AVAILABLE PERSONNEL TO RESTORATION MAIN AREA.”

For a stunned second, all eyes flicked between the speaker and one another.

Vector set Zero down, his expression grave. “We’re not equipped to handle this right now—most of our fighters are out on missions.” He turned to Amy. “I’m sorry to ask, but can we get your help? We need all hands.”

Amy nodded, releasing Whisper. She paused at the doorway, then shot a sharp glance at Zero. “After this is over, we’re going to have a talk,” she warned, before sprinting out of the room, boots pounding against the floor.

“We’re gonna need more help,” Vector muttered, dashing to the left side of his desk to press a hidden black button. He returned to Zero and stepped close.

“I don’t know what your deal is yet,” he said, “but Amy said you’re a good fighter. Was she right?”

Zero nodded once. “I’m the best!”

“All right,” Vector said. “You come with us and help now, and we’ll owe you one—maybe even a free pass to join. Or one for you to leave without a word. Sound good?”

Zero agreed quickly. Vector sprinted from the room; his footsteps thudded down the hall. Whisper tried to call after him, voice frantic. “We can’t trust him—he’s—” but the floor shuddered beneath throwing both her and Zero of balance.

Vector’s voice echoed from down the corridor. “We have to trust him for now—we don’t have a choice!”

The ground shook again. Now only Whisper and Zero remained. Whisper glared at him with disgust, and he returned the stare with equal coldness.

“I know who you are. I know what you are,” she said, stepping toward the door. “If you hurt that sheep, you won’t live long enough to regret it.”

Zero said nothing. Another tremor threw dust from the ceiling. He spun and bolted toward the source of the chaos.

Whisper didn’t break her stare as she followed, keeping pace as they rushed toward whatever threat loomed over the Restoration.

Is Lanolin okay? Has Zero already slipped back into his old ways. And if that black button was for the reinforcements what did the red one Whisper hit do?

Most will be answered next time thanks for reading.

One last thing if your intrested in how Tangle's and Jewel's vacation is going check out my other story Rogh Around the Edges. Again thank you. 😁

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Hello, sorry. This is kind of a fake update, but I just wanted to say that the first two chapters of the story. If you have already read them are updated for clarity. Thank you.

Oh and Rough Around the edges just got a new chapter.