That's what Neo decided the moment he left his apartment, and that's the thought he keeps returning to every time his thoughts dare circle back to... well, any of that. It doesn't matter what Sonic decides to do in this world, because it doesn't matter. What matters is that they'll return home eventually and then they'll pick up as if this never happened at all. Neo will come up with a better plan and he will successfully kill Sonic, and that will be that.
Or he'll lose again and be repaired by Eggman, and maybe he won't remember any of this at all.
(And maybe that would be a mercy.)
So as the minutes became hours and hours became days, and those days became weeks, Neo has staunchly refused to consider any of it any further. There isn't a point to it. Why waste his time when he has so much still to learn about this place?
(Ah, but he never did tell Sonic about what he'd learned, did he? It doesn't really matter, but... it means he certainly lost that little competition of theirs. Not that it's really surprising. What's one more loss, anyway?)
He spends most of his time holed up around the familiar sounds of machinery, whether that's computers and the information they hold or the few mechanics in this place who might stand half a chance of repairing minor damage done to him, if necessary. Saying Neo's made friends, would be a stretch, but there are some organic lifeforms he doesn't exactly mind spending time around.
Though he gave them all a wide berth after Sonic suddenly appeared, tossed him his key, and vanished. He hadn't even properly had the time to check on the hedgehog's vitals - knowing Sonic, he likely hasn't been resting as he should be—
But what does it matter, anyway? Nothing Sonic does here matters. If he dies, then that's his own damn fault.
When he isn't spending all of his time working with machinery or studying, Neo spends his time on quests. Fighting is one of the things he is best at, after all, and occasionally he branches out into less physical quests, like this one. It was supposed to be an easy job of rounding up some of these fairy bunnies that have apparently been making a nuisance of themselves, but... well...
Neo might be in over his head.
He's gathered quite a large crowd of them and they've pursued him far enough into the city that he's managed to get himself cornered. Worse still, there's a very familiar voice nearby...
...Oh no. He can see where two and two is about to make four, and he wants absolutely no part in it.
Though he'd been purposefully avoiding bringing any harm to the creatures before now, Neo decides that playing nice is no longer an option. He shoots a laser from his core at the bunnies in the hopes that it'll get them to disperse so he can go back the way he came instead of letting them block him in down the alleyway toward where Sonic clearly is, but instead, the bunnies just take this as a personal insult. Neo is suddenly trapped in a magical forcefield - manifested by the very bunnies who followed him in here. No amount of claw slashes are getting him out of this one.]
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That's what Neo decided the moment he left his apartment, and that's the thought he keeps returning to every time his thoughts dare circle back to... well, any of that. It doesn't matter what Sonic decides to do in this world, because it doesn't matter. What matters is that they'll return home eventually and then they'll pick up as if this never happened at all. Neo will come up with a better plan and he will successfully kill Sonic, and that will be that.
Or he'll lose again and be repaired by Eggman, and maybe he won't remember any of this at all.
(And maybe that would be a mercy.)
So as the minutes became hours and hours became days, and those days became weeks, Neo has staunchly refused to consider any of it any further. There isn't a point to it. Why waste his time when he has so much still to learn about this place?
(Ah, but he never did tell Sonic about what he'd learned, did he? It doesn't really matter, but... it means he certainly lost that little competition of theirs. Not that it's really surprising. What's one more loss, anyway?)
He spends most of his time holed up around the familiar sounds of machinery, whether that's computers and the information they hold or the few mechanics in this place who might stand half a chance of repairing minor damage done to him, if necessary. Saying Neo's made friends, would be a stretch, but there are some organic lifeforms he doesn't exactly mind spending time around.
Though he gave them all a wide berth after Sonic suddenly appeared, tossed him his key, and vanished. He hadn't even properly had the time to check on the hedgehog's vitals - knowing Sonic, he likely hasn't been resting as he should be—
But what does it matter, anyway? Nothing Sonic does here matters. If he dies, then that's his own damn fault.
When he isn't spending all of his time working with machinery or studying, Neo spends his time on quests. Fighting is one of the things he is best at, after all, and occasionally he branches out into less physical quests, like this one. It was supposed to be an easy job of rounding up some of these fairy bunnies that have apparently been making a nuisance of themselves, but... well...
Neo might be in over his head.
He's gathered quite a large crowd of them and they've pursued him far enough into the city that he's managed to get himself cornered. Worse still, there's a very familiar voice nearby...
...Oh no. He can see where two and two is about to make four, and he wants absolutely no part in it.
Though he'd been purposefully avoiding bringing any harm to the creatures before now, Neo decides that playing nice is no longer an option. He shoots a laser from his core at the bunnies in the hopes that it'll get them to disperse so he can go back the way he came instead of letting them block him in down the alleyway toward where Sonic clearly is, but instead, the bunnies just take this as a personal insult. Neo is suddenly trapped in a magical forcefield - manifested by the very bunnies who followed him in here. No amount of claw slashes are getting him out of this one.]