#Prideful Scared Bat (Standoffish Sonarchy)

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Ysanke was alive and moving forwards as she begun to regain strength for battle, bringing with her a new army of bonedeths in her wake. The opinions of the remaining Dark Heroes were that of shock, confusion.

Sonarchy felt disgusted. A god that once stood for peace in their kingdom now stood for decay. For war. For hatred. He could not look his mother in the eye when she gloated about her new weapon. He knew it was only the mask talking, but it still made something awful crawl under his skin. The bat knew it bothered Slogturtle and Buzzcrave too, particularly the latter. That man had stood for honor for so long, even in his mask. And this, this was one of the more dishonorable things to happen.

He did not notice the way Covet shook in her boots when no one was looking. The fear she was holding as her facade was starting to crumble. For now, she kept it underwraps, and this only proved to her that the Archfiends could not be reasoned with. Could not be stopped.

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On the other side of things, the growing groups of ambushes and bonedeths delivered to their captured forts begun to worry Calle. Their numbers had been dwindling in the past, and this sudden spike of them only spelled something awful for her and laid out far too many questions all at once.

Luckily, the strange metal star that Mars occasionally looked after had been situated with them for a while at this point, and through talking with Mecha Hoshipon directly, the deity was able to send it off to scout for her tribe.

...She was thankful, deep down knowing that Sonarchy had sent the star. She had long since caught onto his ‘traitorous’ habits to the other Dark Heroes. Calle could only wish him well for now, with their communications cut off for the time being. 

Once Mecha had returned, the news made Calle’s blood feel cold. A revived god. A new army. A full force attack by the Archfiends to try and stomp out the flame in the patapons and zigotons that had been fighting back. She couldn’t let this happen, something had to be done and soon, before anything could happen.

This, Calle felt, would be where Spiderton would come in best. He had been working on canons, on tanks, on plans this whole time, looking for the best way to bring himself to use.

One blueprint she felt, would be invaluable to the worry at hand. One of his recent tank designs. A big thing, with more canons that she thought a tank could hold on it. If she could get him to scale it up...Get more builders on board...

Right. It would work. Even if it took some time, they still had time for now.

...She could not help but wonder for how long, though.

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I need to try and get things going again in posting the ideas of this au again sooo here’s some current timeline stuff after the last oneshot of makoton running away: - Makoton runs away to join Naughtyfins and Ragewolf/Aiton in the wild. Aiton tries to argue this for a while, as it’s dangerous out there and he’s worried what could befall Makoton out here, especially if the Dark Heroes show up. Makoton argues back that the tribe are all traitors accepting demons and other outside help connected to their enemy, and that he isn’t any safer there. Naughtyfins is quicker to accept his presence and helps Aiton relax into knowing that at least with them, Makoton can have an eye kept on him.

- Suto, the original almighty, has once again made themselves known to Calle in their attempts to gain their powers back from her. After being chased off and noting the group had been warned not to trust them, they begin to look elsewhere to try and cause problems to regain their ‘rightful place’. This includes noting Makoton’s distrust of Calle and the others, and beginning to scheme what they can do to get him to trust them instead.

- Sonarchy notices that Covet is becoming more keen on keeping an eye on him much more often, not taking his excuses as easily. This puts a wrench in his plans with Mecha Hoshipon, and he temporarily sends the star to stay put with the patapons while he works on trying to appease his mother’s suspicions.

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Yoo

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Lots of patapon doodles from the past few days.

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Covet and Sonarchy stuff

Sonarchy kept his back pressed against the small hole in the wall, blocking the other dark hero’s eye from spotting the small mech hiding inside. He should have expected his mother to show up after today, fueled by rage and jealousy at the recent success of the patapons. He should’ve planned this better.

“Oh Sonarchy! There you are!” Covet’s voice was fueled with false sweetness as she approached, gripping the sides of the prince’s mask in a manner that was more threatening than kind, “Ohhh my little bat boy, what are you doing out here? You’re supposed to be inside of the hideout!”

“Ahhh I---” Sonarchy faked a hard cough, covering the nervous whir from the star hiding behind him, “I’m not feeling very well, mama...”

The snake paused momentarily, a shiver in her arm of either anger or worry. They seemed the same sometimes, at this point. He knew what this was going to mean, but it was worth it. Even if the star sometimes did not seem like more than an ai, the bat had come to know better.

A friend is a friend.

“You’re feeling unwell?” He was almost shocked that she had let him refer to her as ‘mama’, “Ohh my poor little boy...”

The prince cringed inwardly. This was…risky. Bad. He had to make sure that the mecha knew not to return for a few days after this. The bat was…Not going to be himself.

“Yeah I--” Sonarchy faked another drastic cough, “I think I made my archfiend angry...I’m sorry...I didn’t mean it...”

“Ohh, you troublesome little boy,” Covet half grumbled, “Always going on your crazy rambles and ravings...No worries, I’ll make you all better. Wait here, alright?”

“Y...Yes mama.”

The dark hero leader disappeared into the shady cave that marked their hideout, mumbling and humming to herself about how this will all be fixed soon. That her son’s mistakes were not her own, and how well the archfiends were doing in helping them.

The prince frowned under his mask, quickly stepping aside from the hole to allow the star to hover out once more, yellow pupil narrowed in fear towards the bat.

“You. You cannot return for a few days,” Sonarchy dipped his head, “I am…Not going to be myself. Stay with the patapons if you must.”

“What about the plan?” Mecha Hoshipon questioned, “What message am I to deliver? I am supposed to keep information running! This could be--”

“A big problem, I’m aware,” The prince glanced back towards the hideout, “But, you must be quick. She will not be in there for long. I promise, this is all apart of the plan to prevent any issues. Go on.”

A whir of gears and hissing of flames signaled the mech’s departure, leaving the bat alone with the sound of the distant bootsteps of his mother.

He whispered once, twice to himself, three times…

“I won’t let this mask control me.”

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Sonarchy and Mecha Hoshipon bc I just. Love the idea of this version of Sonarchy fixing it up so he can deliver his messages to the patapons.

The final click of a screw brought with it the whirring of the various cogs and machinery present in the strange, strange mech Sonarchy had found himself in possession of. Of course, he could not claim credit for finding the star himself, but the dark hero responsible for such was...Well, the bat wasn’t quite sure whatever did befall Ravenous. The bird was gone so quickly, he almost suspected a hint of foul play---

There was, however, a familiarity to the strange zigoton that lived in the hideout. Sonarchy could only assume, therefore he would never confirm to himself for certain what that all meant. Either way, his enemies were now also his strongest allies. Anyone who went against the dark heroes, and therefore went against him, were now his friends as well.

It was just a shame the prince couldn’t relay it himself.

A rumble and tug to his gloves brought Sonarchy back to the small metal star in his hands, singular yellow pupil looking up curiously, with a tad bit of fear still ever present from any of the...unfortunate run ins it had with his mother. The jet-like structures on its sides rumbled, attempting to ignite and take flight once more, though at the moment that option was impossible for the mech. The bat lifted Mecha Hoshipon up towards his mask, gaining just a slightly more sturdy grip on the machine as he spoke.

“Hoshi, It’s just me,” He mumbled, “I’ve fixed you again. Just let me refuel you, alright?”

“Eep! This is a huge problem! A huge- huge problem! The key--- A weapon unleashed on the world--”

He sighed. It was only a simple machine, it was hard to reprogram it out of its original purpose of protecting Superweapon Org. Particularly when the bat had to repair the thing. He always had to remind it that everything was taken care of in that regard.

It wasn’t sentient, was it? Even if it seemed so at times...He couldn’t treat the mech too much like a friend. It couldn’t think that way.

...That, however, did not mean he couldn’t be polite. His mask held no affect here. Acting overly prideful and cruel for no reason had never been in his true nature. Holding pride for being a prince? Of course. Holding strength to go on to rule many? Perhaps in the past, when they were alive. And music. Of course he had always loved such. He always wanted to live for it.

Not now. Now, he just needed to set things right.

And perhaps after that, he will have lived long enough. Not a moment sooner, though.

“No, Hoshipon,” The dark hero stated firmly, but calm enough to keep the metallic star for jolting into another panic, “Org is still sealed away underground, remember? The patapons defeated it. It will not be moving anytime soon from it’s labyrinth.”

He couldn’t help but add a pitched sing-song voice to the ending sentence. How good, that it could not ever be used to full potential by his mother.

...What an odd thing. To be proud that one’s parent will not reach their goals.

“Ah- but---,” Mecha Hoshipon paused, an audible grind of a gear clear as it did such. Sonarchy once worried about such sounds, but now...He was quite used to them as simply the old machine processing data. Almost like a being of flesh would pause to dig inside their memories, “Ah! I was damaged again! So horrible! Horrible, scary snake! Very very angry!”

“Yes. That was my mother,” The bat responded, allowing the thing to mellow out, “It’s not the first time, I’m sure you remember.”

“Oh! Oh no no, she does not like my presence! It is a huge problem, big big huge problem to be spotted! She wants the info I have! Not good at all.”

Good. It remembered.

“Exactly. My mother wants the information I give you more than anyone, remember?” Sonarchy hummed, “The information the patapons need to make sure she doesn’t destroy the world. Or--- get a hold of Org again.”

In order to get the star to truly work for him like he intended, he had to always somehow relate this back to the original programmed use. It wasn’t a lie, not really. The prince was more than certain if Covet grew desperate enough that she would tear that weapon from the ground and attempt to re-purpose it. She would try anything at all to kill the patapons and keep the archfiends in control.

It was just currently an exaggeration. The ai inside of Mecha Hoshipon was advanced and all, but very old. Poking around to try and remove the obsession of keys and passwords could do far more damage than good.

And the bat knew he needed this source of carrying sensitive info to the hideout more than anything.

“Right! That’s right! I remember now! The nice, very nice bat needs me to take information to the patapons! So they can keep things tidy!”

“That’s right, Hoshi. Thank you.”

The yellow pupil darted up at Sonarchy once more, offering a familiar sense of confusion, “Just a job! I was programmed to do such.”

“...But you do not have to,” The prince corrected, “You are choosing to.”

Yes, he was aware it had to all just be ai, not a living being but--- It felt alive enough to him to always remind it of the choice it had to simply never come back.

“….It is the right thing to do!”

There wasn’t much to argue with that. Even a simple machine could understand the dire nature of the world’s incoming demise. That wasn’t shocking. Not in the least bit.

“Right,” the dark hero ‘smiled’ under his mask, “And we have to continue to help the heroes as much as possible. So try harder to avoid my mother, please.”

“I---I can certainly try! Thank you for repairing me again!”

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Although Sonarchy cannot join the hideout due to sticking with his mother and the fear of being seen as a liar with his intentions, he has occasionally dropped hints in battles under the disguise of being ‘too proud to think the Dark Heroes’ plans would fail!’. This has resulted in the defeat and destruction of a few outposts in the savannah, which was his true goal.

The bat is beginning to think that the patapon’s Almighty, Calle, is catching onto his real intent in his speeches and actions. Though he would not mind her knowing, he worries of word spreading to his mother. It would not result in anything good for either of them.

Lately, he’s noticed Mecha Hoshipon’s role of passing on his messages under the guise of ‘observing’ them itself has been a real lifesaver, getting plans ruined just before they can even come to fruition. The few times the Hoshipon has been destroyed for ‘spying’ were worth it as well, considering it is very easy to fix up.

Sonarchy is convinced something is going to change very soon, and hopefully for the better for the side of the patapons.

He still fears for what will happen to him when this is all over.

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As the patapons get closer to capturing more land from the Dark Heroes, dwindling their Bonedeths, and slowly chasing of Dark Hoshipon, Sonarchy has his own schemes inmind.

Sonarchy has gained a much better control of his mask during this time, pushing past the pride and attempts by Covet to make him ‘better’. He doesn’t fear his Archfiend as much, considering how they have run off with many others, leaving few behind at this point. The bat has seen cracks in Covet’s jealous, angry personality as well, despite his mother’s attempts to hide it. 

There had been the smallest moment of clarity, of her grief and sorrow for what she had brought upon them.

It was enough to tell him what was happening was right. That if he wanted things to return to normal, to not be afraid anymore--

That the patapons had to win. He knew that Slogturtle and Buzzcrave would try to stop him, to prevent him from getting harmed by Covet’s still hazy memory, to prevent getting attacked by the archfiends. He couldn’t outright join the patapons.

But he could leave hints. Steal weaponry from his so called allies the akumapons, steal from his mother...Repair that Mecha Hoshipon and send it off with messages. Plans of assaults, weak points in structures.

They wouldn’t know it was him.

He could continue playing role of a villain for now. The patapons could think of him as a monster for the rest of time for all he cared.

Anything to make the Archfiends suffer for their trickery.

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Working on a small collection of shorts. Mostly of prompts that I couldn’t expand on very well but wanted to write out what I had anyways. Here’s the first one with Sonarchy.

Thick shadows were cast across the Dark Hero Hideout, offering very little light other than the green glow of machinery that was always left running or a lone torch or two. Dull, grim, and somewhat depressing when one stops to think about it.

Usually no one did, it was all about the next plan, the next meeting with their archfiends, constant traveling and claiming forts. But, all that had ceased for a few monotonous days. Their recent defeat had set off Sonarchy’s mother, and she had refused to go out again until she was positive that they could kill the patapons for good.

...He knew this determination would last her another day before the snake-themed Dark Hero would grow bored for more destruction. They wouldn’t make much progress against the other two tribes, and the cycle of rage and blame would once more be passed to him and the other two.

At some points the bat knew he would not have this clarity, instead fueled by the same wants as Covet with pride that was so thick it might as well be a fog over his real mind. The price to pay for sticking by his mother, he would assume. He couldn’t just leave her here to suffer, unaware of who she truly is underneath that mask.

It wouldn’t be right. She’s family.

As a shout rang across the perimeter, no doubt calling him over to ask why he was acting so cowardly again, he just repeated to himself with soft footsteps.

It wouldn’t be right to leave her.

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Sonarchy often thinks about running away from the Dark Hero Hideout, taking along his two father-like guards and escaping to live the rest of his days far, far away from this whole mess.

He’d tell them all to keep their masks, to overpower the personalities they try to inflict, and keep it all as a reminder to never fall victim to demons or manipulation ever again. He’d allow himself to feel fear, to be humble, to love what he has and know though he’s lived long enough that he still has time to be who he wants, instead of what’s pushed onto him.

Those moments of clarity before he’s forced back into his shell and forgets it all again, returning to be a selfish, prideful creature that wants nothing more than to burn the world to nothing...

Sonarchy often thinks.

If he leaves everything behind, escapes it all...Would it be enough for the wrongs he helped to commit? Though he was only ever following his mother, his kingdom’s rules--- The archfiends would run rampant still.

And his mother would be left alone to deal with the mess the three leaving would be. What if she recovered her memories, recovered herself, all alone in a place and time that does not know her name?

Abandoned by her son who she only wished to protect all those years ago, before she fell victim to the manipulation of her archfiend.

What would she think? What would she say?

Sonarchy couldn’t bare his mother thinking that he hated her.

Therefore he stays. There is hope to be had that he can turn this around.

Dwindling in those moments of clarity, but it still shines through.

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Sonarchy is having a very hard time with his position with his mother and the other two remaining Dark Heroes in his group. With his memories and personality slowly coming back, he finds himself more afraid than ever of the future, of their plans, of the destruction of everything and everyone.

They’re living in a future too far from their own, in a world where none remember their names, nor their dynasty outside of an ancient mythos. He is young, yet he is far older than any truly living animal or creature out in the plains.

Sonarchy oftens questions if this is right, if the archfiends are right. If everything is ruled by darkness and destroyed...What will be left to rule? Who will be there to cheer the prince and queen on in their travels? In their empire?

And what if those remaining refuse to be ruled.

His mother----no, she would not like that. Not one bit. She would kill them all.

And it would just be him, her, and their guards for all eternity. Never truly aging, never truly living.

When he brings up these concerns, the want to flee and start a new life---

That’s when his mother gets scary. She brushes him off, or feeds him that...’medication’ again. Something to forcefully wipe away all the stress and memories of what he truly wants to do, leaving a hollow, empty void of confusion and stress until he relives it all again.

Sonarchy is tired of being too proud to admit he is scared. He is a guest in his own body, with no control of his own future.

He does not want to be a proud bat anymore. He just wants to be himself.

And yet....That’s outside of his own choices.

She isn’t his mother. Not how he remembers her. Though distant in her rulings, she had never been like this.

The archfiends have taken more from him than the patapons ever did.