Az-The-Dragon

The following week found Netto pouring all his attention on the several diagrams he had drawn. At first, it had been a hurdle to decipher the messy alien scrawls. No matter at what angle he was looking them from. They looked as foreign as they were for the rest of humanity, with their squiggles and occasional odd swirl. That is, until Netto caught onto a sequence of symbols that sparked a recognition coming from the far back of his mind. After that, things became easier the more he focused until all the symbols were translated. Granted, there were some errors due to certain clusters meaning something else if considered next to a particular s

The following week found Netto pouring all his attention on the several diagrams he had drawn. At first, it had been a hurdle to decipher the messy alien scrawls. No matter at what angle he was looking them from. They looked as foreign as they were for the rest of humanity, with their squiggles and occasional odd swirl. That is, until Netto caught onto a sequence of symbols that sparked a recognition coming from the far back of his mind. After that, things became easier the more he focused until all the symbols were translated. Granted, there were some errors due to certain clusters meaning something else if considered next to a particular s

A/N: Read the description if you want to know more about stuff. Also, please forgive me any error/misspelling/whatever. My works are not betaed. . --- . Something was wrong. He had no idea what it was, nor why he felt like things were about to snowball down the precipice, but he knew. His instincts were screaming at him that peace wasn't going to last much longer, that soon enough they would have to deal with a world-wide-scale attack. One that would put Sci-Lab, the Net-Police, and him to the test. Physically, he could handle it. Mentally, he also could do it. Emotionally... Netto wasn't so sure. True, he wanted to rain fire and destruc

Pink. Forte looked left, and saw pink. He looked right, more pink. For a moment, the black navi closed his eyes and let his mind linger into the darkness that embraced his vision, silently willing that the sea of pink just disappeared once he reopened them. He had been traveling through the Undernet in search of Serenade, sure that this time he could best her in a battle and finally absorb her powers. Instead, after locating her in a particular remote zone of the lawless network, he was met with... that obnoxious color. There was no way he would even think of uttering that word again. Neither out loud nor in the privacy of his own mind. N

Yellow-white light filled his unfocused vision, bright but not painful. Swirly wisps of glittering mist fluttered and waved around, always out of his reach, taunting him with their hypnotizing games of tag and synchronized dances. There was no real direction and everything was up, down, left and right, like in space. Unlike the cold vacuum of the universe, though, the place he was floating in was filled with debris – from the smallest rocks to the largest boulders, trees and even a rundown house with a wild-looking garden – that were flying everywhere, following various paths and sometimes colliding with each other, either reducing

During the long months under Eggman's command, Infinite had learned that the doctor was quite the eccentric character. He was often loud in his boasting, could rage for hours when something did not go according to his plans, and certainly knew how to strike fear in the heart of the helpless citizens. Then there were those moments when he was very quiet and still, with his hidden gaze cast into nothingness as he made that exceptionally high IQ work. This was one of those rare times when the Doctor switched between the two moods rapidly, throwing Infinite for a confused loop. One moment he was grinning maniacally, the next he looked pensive, w

Everything felt surreal, was surreal. As he sat on the ground in a daze, Howard lost track of time. People moved around him, whispering, crying, and huddling together to find comfort. But Howard didn't care about them. To him, those people felt as distant as an unreachable dream, almost as if they existed only as characters of a movie. There, yet not exactly there. All he could think about was how he had seen his best friend on the ground, laying in a growing puddle of his own blood with a broken and torn body. Shocked to the core, the boy never realized Heidi walked up to him until she placed a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfor