Melody or Mark Inkwell
"Dreams can become reality"
Official story here
Green hills used to be peaceful, green, lively, and beautiful. The palm trees were the size of at least two or three normal-sized Mobians, and flowers of all kinds were planted in a lot of places you looked at. You could smell the fresh air and hear the whistles of the breeze, you could almost feel like you were flying if you closed your eyes. This place was where Mobians lived there carefree, thanks to their hero, Revertal. He was the unstoppable hero there. But all heroes can't win forever, as they say.
It was until 9 years ago that 17-year-old Revertal was unbeatable. He'd always be there to save the day from Dr. Eggman's evil plans. This time was different. It wasn't Eggman this time, it happened so suddenly. Amy and Tails were brutally murdered by these.. hounds.. whatever they were. They didn't seem normal. Knuckles fought them off to save Revertal but was eaten alive. He tried to save them, he very much tried, but he couldn't save them. He had to run from those things to escape and save himself from the same fate his friends all did. Eggman was nowhere to be seen, but Revertal had found a bunker that used to belong to Eggman. And thus he went in there.
It took a painstakingly long while of growling, banging, and screaming before those things gave up and left the bunker doors, leaving Revertal alone.
It was an entire hour before he moved away from the spot of the bunker door. He stood up and decided to have a walk around the bunker. There was food, water, a restroom, an entertainment room, a lab, and a bedroom with a few beds. Revertal frowned, feeling alone, he had failed to save his friends, thus he blamed himself. He decided to go over to the lab.
The lab wasn't too overwhelming for him. Only a few desks, chairs, old computers, drawers, and a strange test tube. It might have reminded him of Tails because he felt salty tears rolling down his cheeks. He decided to wipe those tears away and head to some of the drawers, looking through them.
Files, documents, more files, that's what most of the drawers were filled with. Nothing more, nothing less. Before something caught his eye. It was a black box with a mirror, but the box looked like it didn't age well. It was nearly crushed but it seemed fitting to be a box you'd give someone containing a present. And the mirror was cracked as if someone dropped it. Revertal picked the box and the mirror, placed the box on the desk, and looked at himself through the shards of the mirror. Looking back at him was something that looked like him, but the eyes looked different. Instead of his usual white sclera and emerald-green pupils, he had black sclera and cyan pupils. He dropped the mirror and it shattered. What was he? What had he become?
Revertal decided to avert his mind from his current looks and focus on the crumpled-looking box. He grabbed onto the lid and lifted it from the base of the box. Inside, he found a vile and an old piece of folded paper. he took the paper and unfolded it. He could barely read the handwriting but he could decipher what it said.
To whom it may concern:
We are in a bit of a predicament. We have to move to another bunker to protect her, my creation, Sophie. If you can, insert her DNA into the test tube, it should wake her up within a few days. The Blood Howlers should be here soon. If they sense a group of life, they'll stop at nothing to destroy it. Keep her safe, keep her out of the outside world. In 19 years, we'll set out a nuclear weapon to wipe all life, and hopefully, all Blood Howlers with it. We'd be able to start a new life.
Sophie's going to be different. Her DNA is different. She's going to save the Mobian and the human race as a whole. The clothes we've picked for her are in the drawer under this one, give them to her.
She must not know what she's capable of until you deem it need be. She's capable of genocide or of making the earth at peace. Capable of torture or to spare. Capable of killing or bringing long-lost ones back. She's far superior to any mortal, an immortal.. you could say a goddess in a way.. We used EXE DNA to complete her, but it's up to her what she does with this power.
It's up to you, whoever is reading this note right now, to protect her until then. Good luck and safe travels,
Dr. Regretervo
Green hills used to be peaceful, green, lively, and beautiful. The palm trees were the size of at least two or three normal-sized Mobians, and flowers of all kinds were planted in a lot of places you looked at. You could smell the fresh air and hear the whistles of the breeze, you could almost feel like you were flying if you closed your eyes. This place was where Mobians lived there carefree, thanks to their hero, Revertal. He was the unstoppable hero there. But all heroes can't win forever, as they say.
It was until 9 years ago that 17-year-old Revertal was unbeatable. He'd always be there to save the day from Dr. Eggman's evil plans. This time was different. It wasn't Eggman this time, it happened so suddenly. Amy and Tails were brutally murdered by these.. hounds.. whatever they were. They didn't seem normal. Knuckles fought them off to save Revertal but was eaten alive. He tried to save them, he very much tried, but he couldn't save them. He had to run from those things to escape and save himself from the same fate his friends all did. Eggman was nowhere to be seen, but Revertal had found a bunker that used to belong to Eggman. And thus he went in there.
It took a painstakingly long while of growling, banging, and screaming before those things gave up and left the bunker doors, leaving Revertal alone.
It was an entire hour before he moved away from the spot of the bunker door. He stood up and decided to have a walk around the bunker. There was food, water, a restroom, an entertainment room, a lab, and a bedroom with a few beds. Revertal frowned, feeling alone, he had failed to save his friends, thus he blamed himself. He decided to go over to the lab.
The lab wasn't too overwhelming for him. Only a few desks, chairs, old computers, drawers, and a strange test tube. It might have reminded him of Tails because he felt salty tears rolling down his cheeks. He decided to wipe those tears away and head to some of the drawers, looking through them.
Files, documents, more files, that's what most of the drawers were filled with. Nothing more, nothing less. Before something caught his eye. It was a black box with a mirror, but the box looked like it didn't age well. It was nearly crushed but it seemed fitting to be a box you'd give someone containing a present. And the mirror was cracked as if someone dropped it. Revertal picked the box and the mirror, placed the box on the desk, and looked at himself through the shards of the mirror. Looking back at him was something that looked like him, but the eyes looked different. Instead of his usual white sclera and emerald-green pupils, he had black sclera and cyan pupils. He dropped the mirror and it shattered. What was he? What had he become?
Revertal decided to avert his mind from his current looks and focus on the crumpled-looking box. He grabbed onto the lid and lifted it from the base of the box. Inside, he found a vile and an old piece of folded paper. he took the paper and unfolded it. He could barely read the handwriting but he could decipher what it said.
To whom it may concern:
We are in a bit of a predicament. We have to move to another bunker to protect her, my creation, Sophie. If you can, insert her DNA into the test tube, it should wake her up within a few days. The Blood Howlers should be here soon. If they sense a group of life, they'll stop at nothing to destroy it. Keep her safe, keep her out of the outside world. In 19 years, we'll set out a nuclear weapon to wipe all life, and hopefully, all Blood Howlers with it. We'd be able to start a new life.
Sophie's going to be different. Her DNA is different. She's going to save the Mobian and the human race as a whole. The clothes we've picked for her are in the drawer under this one, give them to her.
She must not know what she's capable of until you deem it need be. She's capable of genocide or of making the earth at peace. Capable of torture or to spare. Capable of killing or bringing long-lost ones back. She's far superior to any mortal, an immortal.. you could say a goddess in a way.. We used EXE DNA to complete her, but it's up to her what she does with this power.
It's up to you, whoever is reading this note right now, to protect her until then. Good luck and safe travels,
Dr. Regretervo
