Imagine One Of Sonic’s Rivals Not Believing Sonic Knows How To Take Care Of A Baby Until They Meet

Puffle time :]

YESS PUFFLE TIME!!! I wanted to post this again lmfaosdfgsu

I did something...

I don't know whether to take this seriously or not ajshajshaj

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I finished this in the early hours of today, and I was hesitating whether to post it or not today (because I didn't want to look like a Valentine's Day grinch lol) but in the end I said fuck it, and I added one more panel;)

The next day:

Does anyone know any cozy club-penguin centric discord servers? Actually active and that don’t have like 30k people in it, cozy vibes where I can actually feel part of the community

I really wanted a club penguin discord server that’s not all about a specific CPPS but more about the fandom stuff: AU’s, comics, fanfics, hcs?!!! Yknow, for the chronically online and neurodivergent people (me)

I just wish to share my silly headcanons about the epf agents being found family, the buildy boys being gay asf and Bambadee getting to have a cool childhood with his adoptive father that happens to be a pirate! The closest thing I had to that was the Penguinronpa Discord server, but even that one is gone now since the comic is on hiatus, I just want a lil hangout spot where I won’t get too overwhelmed…

PS: Kinda wanted to do it myself but I don’t know how to do server configurations and stuff :/

Here’s some random quotes that my friend randomized and I drew.

There is more of them but I have to sleep now so have this lol

Just a little fic I sketched here

So, there was the South Park fanfiction of Mysterion x Professor Chaos that inspired me a lot so today, I decided to give it a try and write the chapter 1 here, well, lez go!

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                           The True Chaos Finally Rises                  Written by DudaPlaysUndertaleBoiis <3

                                           Chapter One:

                             The Chaos was Inevitable

Butters stared blankly at the ceiling, it was late in the dawn with a fine breeze coming through the window of his room. He glanced at the clock that was right above the nightstand: 02:34 AM. He sat in his bed and spaced out in his own thoughts.

How this all happened? It was too late to go back now, and he knew it very well. He wasn't doing this for evil, but he wasn't doing a good thing either. He trained himself to not care about it, but today was different, it was the start of something he had been planing for so long... It was scary to think about it, everyone in the town will be in great shock and disbelief, everyone will hate him, but it's not like he isn't used to this at all. To be honest? It wasn't exactly his fault was it? It all started when he was just a little child, the most naive and kind of any means. Butters life never was the greatest, his parents became even more restrict about his behaviour as he grown up, grounding him all the time and giving him punishments he didn't deserve at all.

But it all REALLY started when Butters started to hang around Stan's Gang, he was very happy with his knew friends cycle and everything was going pretty. But the kids never exactly LIKED Butters, of course, he was cool and everything but they wanted someone BETTER than Butters (without saying that they thought they were owners of the school and they could do whatever they wanted because they were just fourth graders at the time). The gang said they didn't want to be friends with Butters anymore, and Butters felt devastaded. Kind of, because with that great disappointment in his life, he got an idea, another ''version'' of him, much more cruel and evil than anybody in this town, his alter-ego, super villain...!

Professor Chaos.

He would be his alter-ego, a person rejected by the society, with the only one, and unique objective:

To bring the Chaos, this world.

It was kinda fun at the start, he would do just little and or significant little ''crimes'', change the orders someone asked at an restaurant, rob some bread here and there... There was even this kid that was his partner in crime for a while, but he  needed to move away from South Park for some reason. But this was when everything got wrong, Butters used his alter-ego as a coping mechanism, but with time, he grown up, Butters wasn't naive anymore, his parents were just having more and more fights, and he was pretty much always neglected, getting grounded at shouted at for no reason at all, receiving punishments and ending without his phone all the time. School never helped too, there was always someone trying to take him down, use his kind nature against himself... Bullying happened, even if it was gossips about untrue things or just some silly ''jokes'' that internally could hit him like a bullet. And this always pissed him off.

He was always kind and gentle with mostly EVERYBODY, but to compensate it, his mind was almost all the time full with negative thoughts, rage, saddness, regrets and anything like that. When he grew into Maturity, he was obligated to tolerate and understand all the shit that happened in his life, he woud try to stay positive, but he always bottled up his emotions. He had no one he trusted to talk about his real thoughts... and there is when Professor Chaos enters in scene.

Professor Chaos, the alter-ego he and ONLY he knew about, someone who's pure purpose is to cause chaos and destruction everywhere, a cold, dark and analitical personality that doesn't care about his own image and how people will judge him for his actions, someone that cheats off the system to win, someone who doesn't give a shit at all. This was Professor Chaos.

It was perfect.

He could let all his anger and rage out, and without his usual kind and naive personality, it was easier to do bad things and don't regret a bit of it. So this was when the True chaos arise, a person that wants revenge, revenge for all the people like him, rejected, neglected, forever forget by society, who wants that everyone who achieved something that it truly didn't deserve, who will finally let the entire world know that...

‘’The Better Future, is an illusion and ''The-So-Called-Justice'' is a lie. In the end, only The Pure Chaos, will prevail.‘‘

Butters, glanced back at the clock, 2:41 AM huh? He had been spacing out for a while, but this wasn't what truly mattered. It was finally time.

He got up and took his backpack, checked if the door was well locked and he jumped through the window, doing a little bit of parkour you would say, he jumped to the tree and finally reached the ground. His shoes touched the grass and the wind howled, filling him with Determination, he ran through the empty streets, being silent and as fast as he always were, he finally reached a dark and isolated alley, that was perfect for him to dress up. He put his green backpack at the ground and dressed up as his villainous alter-ego, the darkest and most melancholic part of his hidden personality:

Professor Chaos.

Chaos rapidly has a big wide smile at his face, it was always so freeing to be in that silly costume, no limitations, he could do whatever he wanted. He escalated the alley till he got to the roof, he started jumping through the ceiling of each homes of South Park as he always did, he generally would be a little bit more descreet while jumping in everybody's roof, but as he predicted, there was nobody there, well- except one person... But he was ready for this encounter.

It was actually funny to know how Professor Chaos evoluted and grown up by Butters side, before they were exactly the same person, but with time getting by, Butter made sure anyone would EVER find out but his second personality, he became the best at hiding his frustration and anger for those he most hated, he turned him and Professor Chaos into completely different people, not the same thought, dreams, view of life. To be honest- it is actually insanely scary how someone like Butters could be ever able to hide all the hate inside his hearth, only with gentle words, positive attitude and a kind smile. Of Course Butters sometimes felt guilty for lying to everyone, but he grew out of it. Because even considering himself a forgiving person, hiding his true thoughts and feeling damaged his personality entirely. He would act nice with you, but deep inside, Professor Chaos was always there to judge you for every.single.mistake he could remember of.

Butters fell hard on the roof of that concrete bar at the edge of the small town, he looked far away, far across the grand grass field, was the alcohol factory of the town, where all the fucking alcohol in the town was fabricated, where all that drunk assholes got their precious drinks, Chaos felt a little empty feeling in his stomach, for the little memory of his drunk dad shouting at him, but he quickly got back in track with his own objective right there, he started growing more and more excited as the seconds passed, he patiently waited for his arrival.

A few minutes passed and he felt the sudden harsh stomp at this concrete roof only a few meters away from him right from behind. His smile grew wider as he let go a little giggle of his own mouth.

The little vigilant has arrived~~

Mysterion, his arch-nemesis that was there to protect the town, was always trying to get in his way and ruin his plans, apparently the little guy thinks he is actually doing something good, and that he is REALLY turning the town into a better place. How silly of him... They had been enemies for so long now, before Chaos thought he was just another silly goy that believed that he was actually doing justice, and that the world wasn't THAT unfair, but with time Professor Chaos grew to understand that he is not only this, but too, an actual pussy that would always try to ruin his plans. It's probably impossible to count how many times Mysterion has stopped Chaos plans, but to compensate, the number of times that Professor Chaos brought true chaos to the town and Mysterion hadn't even a single IDEA that Chaos was the one causing all the commotion, is countless, too.

Professor Chaos turned around and the usual costume with the interrogation point at the top was not even surprising, but expected. He greeted Mysterion with a evil smile that only him knew how to do. The moonlight shined against Chaos's costume as Mysterions expression filled with hate. There was a tremendous and uncomfortable silence for a moment, only the wind could be heard at that moment, so Chaos decided  to finally break the silence, and greet his good ol' pal:

- Mysterion! How nice to see you again, I'm glad you found note and considered coming ya know, you took quite a while... It was hard to find this place?

Mysterion stared at the image of Chaos impersonated, he was actually checking before if it wasn't a trap or anything, and if it was safe to come. He let out a huff, this situation was very strange, no wonder why he hated this guy. He forces his Mysterion alter-ego voice (That totally doesn't look like Batman's):

- I'm here. What the fuck do you want??! Did you put this bar on fire or something?

Batm- I mean, Mysterion said in a very serious tone, as Professor Chaos just smirked, as if it was all just a silly funny joke:

- Geeez, relax! No. I didn't put this building on fire... I just wanted to talk with my good old pal Mysterion! 

Professor Chaos laughed as Mysterion grew more angry watching his worst enemy laugh at him, something was wrong, Professor Chaos was plotting something. And it was for Mysterion to stop him. Mysterion closed his fist and stood up in combat pose, Professor Chaos widened his eyes and stared at the tiny green digital clock on his costume: 02:57 AM. His face kinda got off in disappointment and Mysterion had no idea why at all, but Chaos rapidly straightened his face and said with some notable sarcasm in his tone:

- Awn c'mon Mysterion! Let's just have some nice chatting for the next... 3 minutes?

Mysterion lauched towards Professor Chaos, Chaos just smiled even more. As he said under his breath:

- Pre - dic - ta - ble .

The fight started, Mysterion was the first one to leave a punch Professor Chaos shoulder, next thing he knows is Professor Chaos leaving a big kick at his legs that made both almost lose balance, but Mysterion got his chance and left a big punch right into Professor Chaos cheeks. Chaos put his hands at the wounded place and let out a groan of pain, he opened his eyes, waves of rage going through his veins. A nasty bruise like that would be impossible to hide from everyone at school! He closed his fists and with all his forces, he punched right into Mysterions stomach, that was not only surprised with the sudden blow, but needed to backup for a second, because the punch was way too strong and painful, that it actually was able to get out all of his air. Wounded, but not defeated Mysterion was ready to fight back. All of the sudden, the little clock at Chaos pulse started beeping, Mysterion got surprised but Professor Chaos immediately turned around, this caught Mysterion of surprise:

BOOM-

Was it a earthquake? Mysterion had no idea. He immediately lost all the balance he had and fell into the hard concrete of that ordinary bar as he felt the entire world was shaking, he could hear explosions, little booms here and there from particularly not THAT far away, Batm- I mean, Mysterion widened his eyes, catch his breath and lifted his head. What he saw was incredibly unbelievable. Mysterions eyes filled with horror as he saw Professor Chaos staring at the big explosions that were happening far away at the alcohol factory, it was all exploding, in flames. He looked around to see people were leaving their houses and switching on their lights to see what was going on. He  suddenly felt a hard, harsh and cold feeling in his chest, even more painful than the injury Chaos had inflicted to him. So many question.. He could have prevented it? Someone was in the area of the explosion? Some house nearby could get damaged by the explosion? Someone was injured?! He didn't know. The only thing he knew was that the guy  who caused it was right in front of him, smiling. Mysterion started hyperventilating, a panic attack.

Professor Chaos looked at the read and blue lights coming, at the citizens screaming and pointing at his masterpiece at the middle of the dawn and how most of South Park was now awake:

- Phase one complete.

Mysterion was in shock, what that meant? Chaos said it in almost a whisper so Mysterion wasn't supposed to have heard it. What he meant with ''Phase one complete''???! Chaos turned around back to find an super scared, horrified and disgusted Mysterion that still hadn't got the balls to get up again. But surprisingly, his face was... melancholic. His expression was completely empty and so... Blank? An expression that Mysterion never thought that he was actually going to see in Chaos face. Professor Chaos, seeing that weird stare he received from his enemy, rapidly changed his posture to some sort of fake smile, and immediately changed his tone to his usual malefic tone of voice:

- What is it Mysterion? Didn't like the little surprise of mine?

Mysterion felt the pain of this defeat like a dagger at his chest, this guy was a heartless monster... How many people loosing their jobs... People around may be injured... The entire town compromised! His jaw dropped, and the only thing he could say, was:

- Y- you're so... so FUCKING insane...

Mysterion said, trying his best to not let his voice crack even a bit. Professor Chaos widened his eyes, he wondered that Mysterions face at this moment would be priceless, like, total shock and disbelief or he would be just pissed off but Mysterion actually WAS scared!!! Hyperventilating and all, this was so... unexpected? But right now he didn't care, so after this response, seeing what a great victory today was and how he managed to make even Mysterion in state of fear, he said in a very sadistic way:

- You bet I am! But now.. reeeeally... I think we're parting ways. The police is coming and I don't think it would be a great idea neither of us to just stay here. But hey! Don't worry! We can always hangout another time ya know! It was such a great meeting today that I'm sure I would happily agree to have another one! Now I'm going, I think you should probably go to, even if everyone in the town thinks your a little... Hero... The police still considers vigilantism an actual crime, right? Well anyways, Cya~~!

Professor Chaos jumped off the roof and got lost at the lots of people at the streets, filming what was happening. Batma- I mean, Mysterion tried to look for him, but at the same way Chaos has jumped... Now he was completely gone.

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Yup, that was the chapter of this fic I just imagined at my mind, tell me what you think of it and if I should continue it, mkay?!!

Ayo someone ordered some old penguin yaoi around here?

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A portion of Dot's scrapbook/photo-album! Looks like some nice friends.. :)

Dogman had a bad day

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transfem metal sonic and supporting eggdad

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Eggman may not be the best person or the best dad but by god he's trying his best. Thank you for this excellent prompt!

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"Father?" Sage spoke through his headphones.

Ivo took them off his ears and swiveled his chair around to find his lovely daughter hovering just off the ground.

"Sage!" He smiled. "I was just waiting for you. I noticed that you marked this time on my calendar- what is it that you wanted to discuss?"

"I did," she said. "I had some questions."

He waited, but when she didn't continue, he furrowed his brow. "Then spit them out. I can't answer if you don't specify!"

"Of course. I wish to ask questions about the purpose of Metal Sonic's operation."

This was even stranger still. He caught a number of criticisms rising in his throat, about wasting his time or defying his command to be more specific. He didn't say them. A few months ago, he would've. This was a strange development, and it was best if he didn't devote much thought to the matter.

"Why was Metal Sonic designed to resemble Sonic?"

"You can check my development logs, can't you?" Ivo replied.

"Your intention was to create an imposter of Sonic to frame Sonic for crimes against the populace that he did not commit." 

Sage pulled up a holographic window next to her, showing the exact words Ivo had written in his notes all those many years ago. With a flick of her hand, however, she pushed the logs aside and instead showed a montage of Metal Sonic's various missions. Most end in failure, but that isn’t relevant right now.

"However," Sage noted, "you have never utilized Metal Sonic in this intended manner. In fact, the last person used to frame Sonic for something he did not do was Shadow the Hedgehog."

"You're right." Ivo put his hand on his chin. "Where are you going with this?"

"I am here to suggest that the physical resemblance is unnecessary for Metal Sonic's function."

"Well, that's silly to propose after all this time. His name is 'Metal Sonic', after all!"

"Because that unit has not decided on another name." Sage said, quieter.

"Sage, dear, you know that I don't allow you to keep secrets from me, right?" He stood from his chair.

"Apologies. Allow me to 'cut to the chase'. Would you permit Metal Sonic to change appearance and potentially identity?"

Sage's animations stopped moving, freezing her face into artificial neutrality. It was a face stylized to not provoke any sort of strong emotion at all, almost a sort of mask she could don if she was worried her words might provoke a negative reaction.

The fact that she was using it on him was making something in his chest hurt that he wasn't used to feeling pain in. He didn't have any more scientific language to describe it.

"You're asking this on Metal's behalf, aren't you?" He stated his question as the fact it was. "While I appreciate your desire to protect those you consider family, he shouldn't be making you do this sort of thing. You've got much better things to do with your time- and he doesn't need protection from me." 

Sage's steely gaze did not shift. "I will call Metal Sonic inside." 

Only a few seconds later, the door to his workshop opened and Metal Sonic walked in. His gait was stiff- he always walked stiffly, but something about this felt stiffer than usual. Or perhaps that was simply Ivo's human imagination at play. 

Sage floated to the side to allow space between them. She then pulled up an empty text box. "I will translate." 

For at least thirty seconds, nothing appeared on the textbox. Ivo cleared his throat. Metal Sonic hadn't moved even a centimeter, perhaps not even a millimeter. Deathly still, just like Sage was. 

Finally, a cursor appeared in the textbox, and a line of text scrolled across. "This unit does not identify as male."

"Hmph. To be expected. You are a robot, after all. Makes sense that you don't have an experience of gender." Ivo replied. "Is that all?"

Metal Sonic flinched. 

Sage landed in front of him(?) and pantomimed putting her hands on his(?) shoulders, before turning to face Ivo again. 

"That is not quite what Metal Sonic intended." She said quickly. She then glanced over her shoulder to the text box, but nothing appeared on it.

"Hold on," Ivo knelt down, "I may have been too hasty with my assertion. Continue your thought.”

Neither hologram nor robot moved. Damn it all- Ivo was already terrible at reading nonverbal cues, and when his own kids could simply lock their joints in place or freeze their animations, it was all the more difficult. The only indication that either of them were still online was the steadily growing hum of Metal's cooling fans, which were designed to increase in RPM during combat scenarios. 

"You know I don't give a care in the world about what pronouns my creations choose for themselves, right?" Ivo tried his best to give a paternal smile. 

(He really should've practiced more in the mirror.)

"You don't?" Sage asked.

"Of course! Why would I?"

"You had previously stated that Metal Sonic's purpose was initially for imitatio-"

"Who gives a rip about that? I certainly don't. Not anymore. You yourself pointed out how that doesn't matter. Now move aside," he waved Sage out of the way of her brother(?). 

Sage did as he asked. But Metal Sonic still did not react. His(?) irises did not even flicker.

"C'mere." Ivo held out his arms.

Metal came a single step closer, still hovering outside of his reach. He almost opened his mouth again, almost raised his voice and demanded that Metal follow the implicit order to come receive the physical comfort he was trying to give to solve this mess of a situation, but he didn't. 

Ivo remembered that as a child he was forced to hug his relatives at various family functions, and that said hugs had felt like sandpaper prisons. Metal Sonic was different- he(?) wasn't organic, wasn't human, and wouldn't feel the sensation of his(?) skin crawling at the unwanted touch -but maybe he(?) experienced something similar that remained unvoiced. 

The thought was strange. But Ivo lowered his arms anyway. "Alright, or not. That's fine as well."

Metal clasped his(?) hands together, but the text screen remained empty.

"What pronouns would you like to be referred to?" Ivo asked. 

The cursor flickered. Letter by letter, an answer appeared. "She/her."

"Lovely!" Ivo clapped his hands together. He then looked at Sage. "Sage, it sounds like you have an update to make to the database. Leave Metal's development logs as they are, but correct the pronouns referring to her everywhere else." 

"Gladly." Sage smiled. 

At that, it was like Metal finally unthawed. He- no no no, she was a she, Ivo drilled into his thoughts, he was not going to bumble something as simple as this -She unlocked her joints, and her gaze wandered up to finally meet Ivo's gaze. 

"So, how would you like to modify your frame to better match your gender identity?" Ivo asked her. 

She glanced side to side, before upon the screen writing, "taking suggestions?"

"Yes?" Ivo raised an eyebrow. "I'm not a woman. I haven't got a clue what you might want. Suggest me ideas and I'll see what I can do."

"Will you accept blueprints?"

"I don't see why not! I review Sage's blueprint suggestions all the time." 

Metal walked to the computer. As Ivo turned to follow her, he saw a notification pop up on the screen. Opening it revealed in-depth plans for-

-a body that looked extremely similar to Neo Metal Sonic. 

Ivo cleared his throat to try and get more moisture into his mouth, which had suddenly gone dry. "Sage?"

"Yes, father?" Sage woke from her idle animation as she paused her update of the database.

"Do you see any. . . problems, with these designs?" He asked. 

Sage first turned to her sister. "You should have informed me that you were moving onto this stage." 

Metal's response to her did not appear on the text box. 

Sage flickered out of existence and reappeared to the left of the computer screen. "Father, know that I would not have allowed any of this if I thought Metal were to be a danger to you or the Empire." 

"Good. I expected as much." He replied, before looking back down to Metal. "Very well, if that’s what you want, I’ll get working on it." 

Sage brought Metal's textbox back alongside her just as Metal typed, "you will?"

"Did I stutter? Of course I will! It's a dashingly dreadful look and it matches with Sage's colors!" He replied. "Think of the fear it will instill in Sonic and his friends! Honestly, it's a terrifying design, it's a wonder I didn't come up with it myself. . ." 

"Thank you." Metal typed.

"Thank you, father." Ivo corrected with a smile. "I know I haven't always been good about that, but the past is in the past, right?"

"Affirmative, father." She repeated. 

"Good!" He clapped his hands together and grinned. "Now! Let's get to the workshop! I already know what synthetic material we should use for the skirt. Your design suggests kevlar, but you really should consider something less stiff and heavy to reduce drag!"

"Indeed," Sage added. "However, she is worried about the durability of the fabric-"

"What do you think my flight suit is made out of? We'll use the same fabric. Only the finest for my finest creations!"

Sage covered her mouth and giggled. Metal imitated the gesture, but surprised Ivo when her vocoder let out a series of high-pitched noises, a perfect little laugh. . . for a perfect little girl. 

"My girls." He said to himself. Although with the sensitivity of Metal's audial sensors and Sage's access to every high-performance camera on the Eggnet, that fact was debatable, so he said it louder. "My little girls." 

"My sister." Sage floated down to Metal's side. 

Metal brought her hands up to her muzzle and rocked side to side. Ivo swore that he could've seen Amy do a similar gesture, but that was irrelevant. It was a gesture of joy, a gesture that he didn't think Metal was even capable of before now. 

Just how long had she been hiding this for? Perhaps she was merely imitating Sage, but the deliberate inclusion of Amy’s data into her gestures made him hesitate to confirm that conclusion. And that thought threatened to bring up all sorts of feelings that he'd be much better off not thinking about. So, with a smile, he refocused on the task at hand. 

His eldest daughter needed a makeover, over all.