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⸻ ft. imad stone x julius robotnik ⸻

( "i can't lose you." )

crafted by iggy & marker.

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⸻ he can feel it; chaos energy is attuned to ones emotions, their mind. the heart, all of that drivel. so as chronos' emotions flux and sway, so too does his chaos energy, subtle enough that if one didn't look for it, they wouldn't know. but julius had been a patron of chaos energy for so long now, he picked up on it as easily as one breathed air. the other tell was the way in which chronos' head failed to so much as shift to glance over at him. at that, the smile on julius' expression sharpened.

"i'd like to go home now."

oh?

"i'd like very much to- to go a-and leave you be."

"why chronos, i had thought you mentioned your little machine was on the fritz. how'll you get home?" his palm shifts, digging slightly into chronos' shoulder. his face is leaned down enough so that it's practically flush against the side of chronos' ; maybe an inch or two away. & his voice lowers, that noise cold as an icicle,

"let me help you."

— ;; JULIUS' STILLNESS AMOUNTS TO THE manner in which his own actions occur; or lack thereof, in this case. The other making no attempt to move back or lift his hand gives him no incentive to even try fleeing, and stepping away from the door, even just for reprieve from that icy, iron-clad grasp, is an idea that proves foolhardy.

Aside from quivering knees and wandering eyes, he doesn't so much as even turn his head to face Julius, still as a stone statue where he stands. He knows better, after all.

❝I th-think I'd like to go home now,❞ sputtering, speaking without thought, he points his gaze toward the opposite wall. Praying that somehow he melts into a puddle and seeps through the cracks in the floor. ❝I'd like very much to— to go a-and leave you be.❞

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♕  I’m impressed with your writing! 

Thank you very much! But I think I also have to pull an Uno Reverse here— no exaggeration, Julius has to be one of the best iterations of a Robotnik I've ever seen. The way he speaks, how he composes and carries himself, and the lack of motives for the things he does is honestly so uncanny and chilling. Every time I go to reply to a thread with him, I always find myself trimming and reworking to get the perfect response because I can never quite anticipate what he'll do next. My friends and I love your stuff! We're waiting with bated breath for more Julius!

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Be so completely yourself that everyone wants to kill you

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i'd like to know you ⸻ hearing those words felt, bizarre. as precious and as warm as sunlight, they felt & yet that ever present and nagging fear, numbness threatened julius at the mere notion. the mere fraction of a thought: until you won't. until julius said or did something that was too much, too confusing, too outlandish or too contradictory, or too selfish or too sensitive or too⸻ he was scared, at the thought of losing this. losing him.

& just how much of himself was he willing to give, could he give? could he give parts that stone would help him to understand? julius had always wondered that, how he was supposed to just KNOW things innately when no one ever bothered to teach him, to explain, to show him. to let him feel, not that he felt very often or for very long.

at the reassuring smile, julius gives a small, awkward, brief one in return. like he isn't used to smiling very often, never sincerely. at what is said next, julius blinks, his turn to be caught off guard. oh. right. he supposed they never introduced themselves, did they?

"julius," he steps forward, reaching a hand out and shaking imad's, "it's nice to meet you, imad. er, properly." julius' touch lingers, not wanting to let go of imad's hand. he's probably shaking it for too long. how long did one normally shake another's hand?? julius glanced down, cleared his throat, finally stopped shaking imad's hand after probably 30 seconds, rubbed at the side of his neck again.

considered, but then stepped back, wanting to give imad space. "....your name suits you, i like it."

the little apology caught him off guard, and he chooses to nod as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, seeing yet another change in the man's demeanor. stone figured julius was likely pushing himself way out of his comfort zone, and he really did wonder just why that was. the man had shown he was very capable of deflecting, of being indifferent to what stone said and even expressed, so why the change of heart?

"I'd like to know you, as much as you feel comfortable telling me. In turn I will tell you about myself, that way it is an even exchange."

he offers him a reassuring smile, his previous look of annoyance fading away as he takes on a more friendly stance. "We could start with our first names, yeah? I am Imad, what is yours? I'd at least like to properly address the person I am speaking with."

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the silence was strangling. felt like it had a vice grip on his throat, threatening to close up his windpipe. great job being quiet, julius, you stupid piece of shit⸻ say something. SAY SOMETHING, FUCKING TALK⸻

"......i'm," his fingers shift, and he moves to rub a hand along the side of his own neck, not looking at stone as he says this, "i'm sorry you never got to tell ivo," that felt strange to say, "the things you wanted to." he felt jealousy nip in his chest and knew that was irrational and stupid. he barely knew stone after all. & clearly they were both lonely from, everything either of them had gone through. but julius wanted to throw caution to the wind and let himself feel jealous, want stone, want, want⸻ he always wanted but never knew how or if he should sate that wanting. if he had the right to.

what had stone called it? marinating? just marinating, coasting through life, he supposed. doing what he felt he had to. a death without dying.

he exhaled, not sure he had it in him to explain more. there was so much more he felt he wanted to say, it was conflicting. he was scared that if he didn't now, the opportunity might never present itself again. he wondered if that itself was irrational, or maybe stupid, or naive. too emotional, too sensitive. he also couldn't stand the silence. wanted to speak with stone, but didn't know how. was he afraid of judgment? rejection? stone recoiling?

was he scared more, maybe, of stone stepping forward to meet him, and accepting it? what would that mean? to be seen, accepted, wanted not in spite of his ugliness or his horrors or his darkness but because of it.

"...i want," he swallowed, inhaled shortly, exhaled, and finally looked at stone again, "i want to tell you. i do. i just... i don't know how. no one's, ever bothered to ask, before. to want to know," he isn't sure how to express that, so he, he just lays a palm against his own chest. as if to silently say 'to know me', all of him.

stone knew by the silence that seemingly yet again he'd said the wrong thing, and a small part of him was starting to grow irritated at that fact. he tries to do his best to listen and be reassuring but it's perceived as anything but, and he practically has to stop himself from letting out a frustrated sigh at the entire scenario.

he knew very well when to pick and choose his battles, and right now his annoyance was not needed nor welcomed.

so instead of speaking and potentially further souring things between them he just stands there, arms resting loosely over his chest as he watches julius stand up. there really wasn't much in the way of anything that he could say to the man, it seemed.

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he could feel himself starting to clam up again. julius hadn't been finished, he'd just paused to try and figure out how to word the rest of it. if he could. it'd been hard enough to even get out those small bits and portions. & where stone might think his words were comforting, they were the exact opposite.

⸻ all that did was reaffirm to julius that he was supposed to be the one to be in that position. to be the one leading. to be the one that was meant to be sadistic. or to be the one that was meant to ⸻ what had he said? 'enslave humanity'? not unlike that time julius'd been told he was to lead his squadron despite not wanting to at all and feeling as though james had been better for the job.

if he had the energy in him, he might've gotten angered. but that odd numbness that settled into his heart and mind, sort of felt like a fog. like what little bit of hope he had for that ever happening cracked and slipped away. & julius just, let it.

"....." he isn't certain what to say, to stone telling him that he was happy that he trusted him enough. he exhales, and lets go of his hand before standing up, forcing himself to, even though he doesn't truly want to.

a big part of stone wasn't surprised with the reply julius gave, as he figured they had to be something someone wouldn't want to actually voice. the thing stone was surprised about was the man's willingness to humor him and actually give an explanation. stone knew it was likely very difficult if julius' body language were any give away.

however when the topic changes to him, or rather the stone that belonged to julius' timeline, he felt his heart start to race. how odd it was to hear those words come from his mouth, as if julius were some sort of mindreader and was voicing the thoughts stone had a long, long time ago.

it was the same explanation he would have given to ivo if he were able, but that didn't matter. not anymore, not since...

he meets julius' gaze with a soft one if his own, trying to figure out how to reply.

"I know how you feel. those thoughts that you have. they were the same words I wished I had told to ivo, before he..." he quiets, clearing his throat as he wills the tears away, "before he sacrificed himself. I'm not sure what happened to your stone, but I have a feeling we are in the same situation where we are missing our respective companions."

again silence on stone's part, but it is only a moment before he speaks again. "I am happy you trust me enough to share such a personal and vulnerable part of yourself with me."

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at the question, a laugh bubbles out of him, the sound equal parts disbelief that stone is genuinely asking, and maybe some shock that someone wants to hear. mostly, a sort of bitterness, at everything and everyone else⸻

"....h," voice catches, stuttered breaths, gasped exhale. feeling that squeezing on his shoulder, julius grips at stone's hand so tightly. & yet it's conscious enough at least to ensure he isn't hurting stone while doing so. if julius weren't careful he was more than capable of shattering stone's hand without much thought. "horrible thoughts, or at least i've been told they're horrible. directly, indirectly."

his fingers twitch but still upon feeling stone's skin on the top of his hand. his gaze is darting along the ground as he tries to piece together what it is he wants to say, how to say it. whether or not it'll make sense. whether or not he means it. whether he should. can he?

finally, julius glances upward, meeting stone's face. he pauses, gaze locked with stone's. though that self-conscious, anxiety spiked pit of himself wanted to look away, afraid, he didn't. wouldn't. h-he had to, face this, even if it meant being vulnerable. only with stone,

"i wanted, to give you everything. i thought you deserved a throne. if you'd wanted to kill everyone, then i'd help you with that. not because i get any real joy out of it ⸻ well, maybe a little ⸻ but it'd mostly be by proxy of you. knowing that's what you wanted. ....so long as you're, fulfilled, then i'd be content just to be there."

he trails off, gaze dropping again.

there's more, of course there is. that barely scratches the surface, and julius isn't even certain that he's explained that properly. he's never trusted his own words. he could barely make sense of his own emotions mentally, how was he supposed to vocalize his wants and desires in a way that anyone else would understand, or listen to, let alone ever accept or view as 'healthy' or 'good'?

whatever brief smile stone had on his face was wiped away instantly when he heard what julius said, which caused stone's blood to run cold. 'I can't lose you', words that paralleled the ones he had said to ivo in desperate attempt to get him to stop what he and his grandfather had planned. he clears his throat at that as he buries the memory, planning to revisit it at another point in time.

at least he seemed to have an idea on what happened to this robotnik's stone...

he listens to him, his grip on julius' shoulder never faltering. if anything, he gives it a gentle squeeze, a silent affirmation that stone would not judge him for anything he was saying or would say.

"what thoughts do you have?" he asks, voice soft as he waits for julius to answer.

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What is Your Hate Language?

VIOLENCE

Physical Violence is a common, yet bold hate language. It’s old as time and is as natural as rain. It’s often one of the first thoughts that come to us when we feel hatred, but you actually have the moxie to go through with it. Fist fights at bars and you think assassination is the best option in politics. You’re an absolute loose canon. Your most likely crime would be murder. The only down side of this hate language is how hard it is to get away with it.

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he was healing, of course, quicker than it'd scar. it'd need extended prolonged contact to do any actual lasting damage. julius is trying and failing to breathe properly, but stone's voice causes him to lift his head, hands still lifted up close to his face but no longer clasping or hiding. "talk to me, please."

how? HOW? he didn't know HOW to⸻ what to say⸻ how to explain⸻ if he should⸻ what if he fucked it all up⸻ what if⸻

"i'm here to listen to you and help." a hand on his shoulder. gaze flicks down to stone's hand. stares. julius focuses. exhales unevenly, focusing on his left hand, that feeling of warmth leaving his palm. his fingers twitch, but he moves to lay his palm overtop of stone's on top of his shoulder, eyes closing. inhales, exhales.

"....i can't lose you," the words are weighted: an ache and a sorrow and yet a guilt and regret and self-anger causing them to sound like even the very air from julius' lungs are burning, "i⸻ i can't, control.... s-sometimes, the energy," he falters, shamed, gaze now on the ground between himself and stone. unable to look at stone. not trusting himself to be able to handle whatever expression stone was making or whatever look stone was lobbing his way.

"it goes, haywire, a-and then my mind," fingers twitch slightly against stone's hand, pressing into his hand a tad more. as though needing to grip tightly to stone and never let go, "i start, having these⸻ thoughts."

stone doesn't flinch when julius suddenly grabs his wrist, though he does briefly knit his eyebrows together as he tries to figure out just why the man had done that. perhaps to ground himself? that was likely it, until...

he felt like his wrist was on fire, and just as quick as he had looked down julius had rescinded his grip and quickly backed away. what was more odd was the fact stone could have sworn he smelt burning flesh, the scent unmistakable to the former agent.

julius was... burning? mumbling to himself as well. stone doesn't move towards him however, simply choosing to remain where he was and just observe the other for a minute or so before finally speaking.

"hey... what's happening? talk to me, please. I'm here to listen to you and help," he says softly as he kneels down in front of him, reaching out a hand to rest on the man's shoulder in an act of comfort.

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“   you think you can do whatever you want   . . .   well ,   i’m   sick   of it .   ” — from Amy!!

she had sought him out on her own & instigated an attack. of course he sensed her movements ⸻ why did they never think to mask or lower their chaos energy signatures ⸻ so he was able to dodge in time. still, her sheer strength caused his eyes to widen in sickened glee: that hammer slamming into the ground had caused the dirt to crater effortlessly. had she actually hit him, he would've been in for one hell of a time!

"you think you can do whatever you want... well, i'm SICK of it."

the dust was still in the middle of settling, but julius raised his hands and clapped in approval at the show of brute force, "bravo! had you not missed, we might've been able to have an honest conversation for once." red chaos energy arched and danced between his fingers, flexing them slightly but keeping a rather loose posture. in case she decided to try and swing or charge at him again. as it was, julius didn't move to retaliate, yet,

"your useless speeches aside, to what do i owe the honour, rose?"

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at chronos' pathetic attempts to protest, julius snorts a brief clipped chuckle. sure⸻

oh ho. 'sir', hmm? a bit late for that, not to mention a tad too desperate and pathetic. not sincere, more a fear response.

"you certainly sound scared, chronos." julius doesn't move his hand from chronos' shoulder. doesn't move to give him distance. simply looms over him, as though studying the fox. to see what he'll do. "do you think something bad might happen?"

— ;; JUDDERING FROM TOE TO HEAD at the touch gifted cruelly to tense muscles in a trice, Chronos feels his entire body lock right where it's stood. Mobians, the size and build they are, are an easy fight for him— lurch at the head, front or back, then go for the jugular— but someone of Robotnik's framework is different. Gaunt, ominous, and astute. A foe he can't take on in a round of fisticuffs: years of abuse have taught him that.

Run. He knows he should. He wants to. He needs to. But obedient little limbs stay glued in place, frozen as he's sized up viciously like the unsuspecting prey to a hungry predator animal.

❝'m n-not scared,❞ squeaking protests make themselves known, hardly out for three seconds before the inevitable bout of begrudging respect comes, the honorific desperately shielding its speaker. ❝—S-Sir... not scared... sir...❞

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gaze flicks down to chronos' feet, and how he steps back toward the entrance. julius' lips press together just slightly, listening as chronos clarifies it's just the way he speaks. glancing back toward the entrance now. julius takes a single step forward,

& is behind chronos now, between him and the entrance, one hand resting in his coat pocket. the other hand coming up to lay and grip onto chronos' right shoulder, leaned toward the mobian a touch,

⸻"you seem scared. what's the matter?" he smiles.

— ;; THE NARROW WINDOW AT WHICH his form crumples, albeit momentarily, isn't hard to miss. Demeanor and tone challenged by Julius' towering form, there's a stint of sudden realization that gleams in those eyes: he's come head-on with a force that he probably really does not need to be irking. Subtly, but not all too much, two steps back toward the entrance he'd come through are taken.

❝It's just the way I talk—❞ clarifying, tone now in a murmur, he glances back behind his shoulder. He figures it's probably best to stick with the initial mutual peace they'd decided to make silently. ❝—and the Doc really is an old hack! He's the whole reason I wound up here!❞