[Time passes in Ellipsa, and Neo still finds himself marveling that he's settled in as well as he has. He focuses his attention on hunting, housework, and picking up new and useful information, though he's started to try to reach out to others more. He still spends most of his time with the people he's already bonded with, but there's no harm in getting to know others here and learn their stories. He certainly can't make friends like Sonic can, but there's always someone new and interesting to meet, and that's worth something.
Of course, he's been aware that things have been quiet for too long... meaning that something is bound to happen. It's hard to predict exactly what it could be in a place like this, which is rather frustrating, but whatever it is shouldn't be too difficult to handle. He has Sonic at his side, after all. Even if he struggles with it, Sonic will pull him from his thoughts and center him, as he's gotten very good at doing.
So imagine his surprise at waking up. The feeling of haziness and disorientation as he gets his bearings instead of rousing from a perfectly ordinary battery-saving resting period in which he spends his time sorting through information and ensuring he's running at peak performance. Instead he opens his eyes (which he can feel himself doing??) and stares at... well. Himself.]
What.
[It sounds all wrong - because it is. The voice he expects to hear - his own - comes out of the other Neo on the bed who sounds far too panicked to ever actually be Neo, which means that—
Oh. Oh, he does not like what this means. His gaze drops to his (gloved) hands and his eyes widen in... shock? Terror? Some hideous combination of them both? Unlike in his own body, the feeling is damn near overwhelming, like its setting all of his nerves (which he now has?) on fire and the end result is that he just wants to get up and run. Is this Sonic's default reaction to a terrible situation or is this his own?]
It's— Yes, it's me. I don't... How did this happen?
[He doesn't imagine that Sonic has an answer any more than he does, but who else could it be trapped in his body when he's trapped in Sonic's? And oh the feeling of blinking and breathing is so horrifically surreal. It's a good thing Sonic's body does both automatically without having to think about it, because Neo absolutely wouldn't have otherwise. His breathing is as quick as his heartbeat and he can feel where the blankets are tangled around his legs, the press of metal against Sonic's fur and...
It's damn near overwhelming, really.
(How many times has he wondered what it would be like to be an organic being? How many times has he wondered what it would like to truly be Sonic? And now, here he is, in the exact position he'd dreamed of, once, and—)]
There... There has to be a way to reverse it. There always is. There's some trick to it that we have to figure out and then we'll be back to our usual selves. Don't panic; we'll figure this out.
[...neo you're literally the one physically panicking right now—]
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Of course, he's been aware that things have been quiet for too long... meaning that something is bound to happen. It's hard to predict exactly what it could be in a place like this, which is rather frustrating, but whatever it is shouldn't be too difficult to handle. He has Sonic at his side, after all. Even if he struggles with it, Sonic will pull him from his thoughts and center him, as he's gotten very good at doing.
So imagine his surprise at waking up. The feeling of haziness and disorientation as he gets his bearings instead of rousing from a perfectly ordinary battery-saving resting period in which he spends his time sorting through information and ensuring he's running at peak performance. Instead he opens his eyes (which he can feel himself doing??) and stares at... well. Himself.]
What.
[It sounds all wrong - because it is. The voice he expects to hear - his own - comes out of the other Neo on the bed who sounds far too panicked to ever actually be Neo, which means that—
Oh. Oh, he does not like what this means. His gaze drops to his (gloved) hands and his eyes widen in... shock? Terror? Some hideous combination of them both? Unlike in his own body, the feeling is damn near overwhelming, like its setting all of his nerves (which he now has?) on fire and the end result is that he just wants to get up and run. Is this Sonic's default reaction to a terrible situation or is this his own?]
It's— Yes, it's me. I don't... How did this happen?
[He doesn't imagine that Sonic has an answer any more than he does, but who else could it be trapped in his body when he's trapped in Sonic's? And oh the feeling of blinking and breathing is so horrifically surreal. It's a good thing Sonic's body does both automatically without having to think about it, because Neo absolutely wouldn't have otherwise. His breathing is as quick as his heartbeat and he can feel where the blankets are tangled around his legs, the press of metal against Sonic's fur and...
It's damn near overwhelming, really.
(How many times has he wondered what it would be like to be an organic being? How many times has he wondered what it would like to truly be Sonic? And now, here he is, in the exact position he'd dreamed of, once, and—)]
There... There has to be a way to reverse it. There always is. There's some trick to it that we have to figure out and then we'll be back to our usual selves. Don't panic; we'll figure this out.
[...neo you're literally the one physically panicking right now—]