Eggman's (Modern) POV 

I'm sick of that meddling hedgehog! I'm sick of his friends!  I'm sick of losing to him!

I stomped through the light grey halls of my base, badniks parting to let me through. 

I'll need to get more help if I was to beat the rodent. I typed in the passcode to a room I keep locked most of the time. The door opened with a slight screech. 

Good for nothing builder bots.

In front of me was my most brilliant invention:

Metal Sonic.

Made to rival Sonic's speed, it was also one of my most lethal inventions.

I typed in the password: 1993

Glowing red visors appeared on the blank screen of the robot. A whirring sound could be heard from inside it.

"Good morning, Metal. Care to do a little hedgehog hunting?"

It immediately tore from its chains, waiting for my order.

Metal buzzed curiously, fingers twitching.

"That meddling rodent now has an alternate version of himself on his side. I want you to attack them, but only the new ones. Make sure Sonic isn't around. I want to do a bargain with our little nemesis."

x-x-x 

Metal Sonic's POV 

Master has finally decided to make a move. What's this about alternate versions, though? 

I activated the rocket on my chest, picking up the pace. I passed a few fellow badniks as I zoomed by.

I tried to connect with my copy. Given that I was created from Sonic's life data, I was also able to see what he sees, feel what he feels.

He was currently consuming a long piece of nutrition mobians call 'Chilli dogs'. They, however,  do not resemble a member of the Canidae family. 

Cannot compute.

x-x-x 

Sonic's  (Boom) POV 

I'm certain my copy is around the same age as me. But why does he sound older?

The question has been bugging me for a while now.

I decided to ask him.

"Yo, I have a question." My copy was watching the news, and flicked an ear as I approached.

"Ask away." He looked at me with a grin. The two Tails entered the room at the moment.

"How old exactly are you?" 

"It's complicated. What time measurement do you use?" Huh?

"He means, how many days is a year in your dimension?" The other Tails said. It didn't really help.

"Three hundred and sixty-five?"

"You're using the humans' calendar. I'm that case, I'm thirty-two."

Wait, what?

"But, if you use the mobian calendar, I'm sixteen." 

I'm even more confused now.

"Allow me to explain," The other Tails began,

"The humans and the mobians use different calendars. A year for humans is three hundred and sixty-five days, the time it takes for Mobius to go around the Sun. A year for mobians, however,  is seven hundred and thirty days, the time it takes Little Planet to come and go."

"Okay." My little brother was equally as confused as I was.

"So... Are you sixteen or thirty-two?" Tails asked.

"Both." My copy said with a chuckle. "Let's not talk about this anymore. It's too confusing."

This is Scarlet Garcia, reporting live from Central City. The evil genius, Dr.Eggman, is attempting to take over the city. Again. 

"That's my cue!" My copy dashed out the door, his version of Tails trailing after.

I guess we're home alone, then.

"Wanna play some video games? The other me said that there are fan-made games of him."

"Sure!" 

x-x-x

Knuckles' (modern) POV

He could be anywhere! I just hope Rouge or Eggman don't decide to do an emerald heist today. I already have enough problems.

A few Chao greeted me as I passed by, and I muttered my greetings in return. Just then, a crimson Chao flew up to my muzzle, chaoing frantically. It seemed worried about something,  but what?

I wish I could speak Chao, sometimes.

"What's wrong, lil' guy?" I asked it, and it started pointing in the direction of the large mountain. It then started pulling my gloved hands towards it.

"Alright, I'm coming." I trudged after the chao, making sure not to disturb any other wildlife that roams the island. 

The chao stopped at an overturned boulder and made a confused squeak. It sat next to the boulder, looking at me with a confused look.

"Chao chao! Chao chao chao?" The chao looked around frantically, and flew around the soft soil that was probably under the boulder earlier.

But-

What could've overturned a boulder that big? He was the only one on the island who could turn a boulder that big! Unless... 

My copy! He must've been here!

END OF CHAPTER 5

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(A/N)

I'm so sorry that the chapter is so short! It was just sitting around for so long so I decided to wrap it up and publish it. I hope u guys enjoyed it, anyway!

Toodles!