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Finally. After days of traveling over desert, past towns, and even over water at one point, Sheffer had arrived back where he had started; Central City. His body having been tired and weary for the past few hours, it now gained a new energy, overjoyed by the fact he would finally be able to retreat to his own home. The troubles and activity of the past few days were now behind him, a whole continent away in fact, free from the whole Eggman business.
Unfortunately though, the city was still in shambles, slowly being repaired from the doctor's attacks, but this did not remove the hedgehog's good mood. He was very near to his home, and that was all that mattered at the moment. So what if the city had some extensive robot damage? All he had to do was turn this later corner and his apartment would be in his sights-
He turned around the said corner and stopped.
He stared.
What had been his home, his apartment, was now replaced by the still flaming wreckage of what appeared to be a giant fish. One of many giant fish's he had seen flying around only a few days previous. A giant fish that had been made by a certain doctor. A giant fish that had now crushed his home under its bulk.
To any normal person, the scene of the burning airship would have been quite the spectacle (the sun was setting behind it after all, casting shadows as its last rays peeked through the flames), but right now, Sheffer was not a normal person. Heck, he was a Chaos-Energy-Infused-Freak at the moment, but that wasn't the main point.
He'd been through hell in almost a literal sense, and now, after he thought he deserved a break, here he found his home obliterated by the very man he decided to flee from. Of course, it wasn't necessarily the doctor's fault that the airship had ended up crashing right onto the apartment complex, but he had built the thing, and that's all that mattered.
Sheffer's initial shock quickly turned into anger, then to utter rage. He had saved money for two and a half years to have his own place, and for what? To have it destroyed by some over-sized puffer fish in a couple day span? And not to mention everything that he owned that wasn't on his body at the time.
Just then, as the near last light of day began to fade, a robot suddenly emerged from a nearby building. One of the insane ones from when he was back in the city, having walked out of its protected hovel to cause chaos in the night, attacking anything it saw. Many of these things had caused him trouble before, but this time, the roles would be reversed.
The poor thing didn't stand a chance. Before the robot even had the chance to glance towards Sheffer (it was one of the red, rotund ones that he had saw before), the hedgehog had leaped from his board and made a mad dash straight towards the mechanical being. As he approached, accelerating fast, his right arm cocked back. Without realizing it, it began to become covered in a greenish rock, encasing the limb completely and ending at a threatening point right past his clenched fist. A very hard spear, to say the least.
Throwing his arm forward, and going at full sprint, the crystallized arm impaled the robot with a satisfying crunch of metal, machinery bursting from the exit point of his arm. Now with the robot appearing to be a makeshift shish kabob, Sheffer began to swing it wildly around, steel finding concrete as he slammed the 'bot repeatedly into the ground. Complete overkill, yes, but the thing was serving as a perfect stress reliever.
After the robot had been turned into a sizable lump of broken metal (and with a consistent stream of curses coming from the hedgehog's mouth), Sheffer swung his arm to the side, the momentum causing the battered heap to fly off down the street. He took a moment to look at his rock-covered arm, and through his still boiling anger, managed to cause it to detach itself and fall to the ground in multiple pieces.
With a huff (and not noticing the pieces of the mangled robot were slowly drawing back to the main body) he turned around, not bothering to throw a glance at the burning mess that was his home. He had no more business there, or even in Central City for that matter. Only one thought ran through his mind as he hopped back onto his board, ready to leave his old home behind him.
Eggman was going to get a good one-two to the face, fists covered in crystal or not.
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