#Sonic is getting free chilidogs he is determined Metal is not going to have a choice

[doomfox]

Chef Metal

“Alright I’m comin’! I’m comin’!!” Sonic dragged himself from his hammock, grumpily making his way to the door of his and Tails’ shared workshop. He rubbed at his eyes, unlocking the door... and went still. Green eyes met red, Sonic scanning up and down to find another blue hedgehog, almost identical in appearance, clutching a box of some kind. “... Metal? What do you want?”

Metal, former-Super badnik-turned-organic hedgehog,  simply wore a weird little grin as he scowled back at his counterpart. “Oh, nothing. Just paying a little visit!” He inclined his head, gesturing into the workshop. “May I come in?”

Sonic frowned and shrugged, suppressing a yawn. “Sure, I guess.” He turned and entered the workshop, heading for the kitchen to fix himself a snack. “So what do I owe the pleasure, huh Mets?” He turned and appraised the other hedgehog curiously, Metal setting his box down on the table. “You ain’t exactly the visit-ey type.”

Metal half-shrugged, weird little smile still on his dark brown muzzle. “I figured I’d bring a little... peace offering!” he raised a finger. “One that I think you’ll really like!”

“Oh really?” Sonic made to open the refrigerator and paused, curiously glancing to the box. “And what would that be, huh Mettie?”

Metal grinned. “Come take a look, hedgehog!”

Sonic did, frowning,  nose twitching as he approached Metal and his mysterious gift. The former machine wrapped fingerless gloves around the lid handle, lifted... and revealed the contents. Sonic’s eyes went wide, his nose twitching at the glorious smell of freshly-cooked, piping hot chilidogs.

Metal continued with his little grin. “Told you you’d like it!”

Sonic stared at the row of chilidogs, before giving Metal a very suspicious look. “Alright, what’s the catch Mets?” He folded his arms and tapped a foot, raising an eyebrow ridge as he appraised the other hedgehog. “You hate my guts, Metal! Even after hanging around the last few weeks with the rest of us meatsacks! What’s the game here?”

“No catch!” Metal raised both hands defensively, almost pleading. “No game! I just figured, for the sake of our friends...” Sonic bit back a laugh at that. Metal had proven himself to have changed, and the rest of Sonic’s friends had all but forgiven him, but it would always be weird the former machine regarding his former enemies as friends. “I think it’d be good to bury the hatchet.” He lowered his hands and shrugged. “So what do you say? Truce?”

Sonic frowned, considering how genuine his rival was being. “Well... truce or no, I’ll never pass up the chance for a chilidog!”

Metal’s weird little grin returned. “Good! Now eat up. Before they get cold.”

Sonic shrugged, reaching out and taking one of the ‘dogs. “Not gonna lie, the DO smell good... I didn’t know you made chilidogs, Mets!”

Metal rolled his eye. “I make everything, Sonic. A few crummy chilidogs aren’t going to be much of a challenge.” His stupid grin returned, red eyes glinting as his brow lowered. “Now... eat up!”

Sonic frowned, still mildly suspicious... but decided to heck with it. “Alright! Down the hatch!” He opened his mouth and took a bite.

And went still. Metal’s brow lowered into his usual familiar scowl, and he grinned maliciously.

“Wha’...” Sonic spoke around a mouthful of hot meat and bread, eyes popping from his skull, “wha’ ing ‘deh worl’??”

Metal glared at Sonic, sharp teeth baring as the other hedgehog stared at the chilidog like it were from another planet. “You like that??”

“What... WHAT DID YOU DO????”

Metal slammed his hands on the table. “IT’S GOOD, RIGHT???”

“IT’S INCREDIBLE”

“THE BEST FREAKING CHILDIOG EVER MADE BY HEDGEHOG-KIND???”

“IT’S GLORIOUS. IT’S AMAZING.” Sonic rapidly devoured the ‘dog and snatched up two more. “How... HOW DID YOU MAKE THESE????”

“I AM THE ULTIMATE COOK, SONIC!!!!!”

“I... I...” Sonic devoured the other two and stared at the others, gobsmacked at how GOOD the ‘dogs were. “I think I’m going to cry, Metal. I think I’m broken.”

“Yes...” Metal grinned wide, malicious, scrutinising his counterpart with mirthful glee. “Yes, enjoy them... all part of the plan!”

Sonic grabbed another one and paused, cheeks bulging as he chewed. “Huh? Whu’ p’an?”

“MY PLAN TO DEFEAT YOU, SONIC!!!!!!!” Metal cackled, his muzzle split with the familiar leering grin of a Robotnik, “MY PLAN TO FINALLY WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!” The hedgehog slammed his hands back on the table, leaning over, closer to a bemused Sonic. “You see, my behated copy...” the former badnik cackled, the dark brown fur of his chest hovering over the table, “those... are the finest, most perfect, most delectable, BEST CHILIDOGS THE WORLD WILL EVER SEE!!!!!!! No matter how long you live, how far you run, you will NEVER find any that could possibly match my superior culinary abilities!!!!!!!!!”

Sonic gulped, glancing at the last chunk of chilidog clutched in his fingers. “What are you saying, Metal?”

“I am saying...” Metal hissed, utterly enjoying the moment, “that you... are now in MY debt!!!! I have POWER over you now, Sonic!!!!!!! Every chilidog you ever eat from now on, you’ll be thinking of MINE!!!!! You’ll beg... you’ll come CRAWLING... desperate for Metal to make you more... and I have the power to say... ‘no’.”

Sonic gaped. “You wouldn’t!”

“Oh, I would!” Metal leaned back and folded his arms, unbearably smug grin plastering his face. “face it Sonic, I could swear off of making chilidogs for the rest of my life, and you’ll never experience my craftsmanship again. I have you UNDER my thumb!!”

Sonic remained still, staring at his counterpart... then relaxed and shrugged. “Eh. I’m usually good with the microwaved ones anyway. I’ll live.” He tossed the remaining morsel into the air and caught it, grinning around his chewing as Metal deflated. “Sorry Mets! You’re good but ‘power over me’? Puh-lease.”

“... for Chaos’ sake Sonic!” Metal’s arms drooped to his side as he slumped, “can’t you let me have ONE little victory?? Just ONE???”

“Aww, don’t beat yourself up buddy-boy!” Sonic stood and rounded the table, splaying his hands apologetically, “if it’s any consolation, they were DAMN good!” He wrapped an arm around his doppelganger, Metal sulking as he patted his arm. “Gotta say, you’re a natural at this cooking business!”

Metal frowned. “I am?”

“Absolutely! You kidding me??” Sonic leaned away, giving his rival an impressed look. “Seriously! Everybody says so, don’t they? Even your pops!” Sonic wiped a thumb across his nose, frowning as he considered. “Listen. Mets. The whole ‘killer robot’ thing never worked out, did it? I mean, you gave it a shot but you never got very far with it.”

“Gee, thanks.” Metal glowered at his twin, scowling. “Way to make a hedgehog feel GOOD about himself.”

“No, no! You’re not getting it!” Sonic clapped both hands on Metal’s shoulders, shaking the former machine with intent. “Being a killer robot henchman to an evil villain was never your calling! You were born into it but it was never your real destiny!” Sonic gave the other hedgehog a sly grin. “You ever considered a career change?”

Metal frowned. “Career change?”

“Yup!”

“... doing what?”

“Ugh...” Sonic rolled his eyes. “Mets, that pink mushy thing in your head is called a brain. Use it.”

Red eyes scanned the table, inspecting the now empty box thoughtfully. “Are you saying I should... cook professionally?”

“Not only that!” Sonic replied, “you should start your own business! Open your own kitchen! Dude, you’d make a KILLING!!!!”

Metal looked back at his rival, red eyes meeting green as his scowl faded into uncertainty. “Am I really that good?”

“Hey, you said it yourself!” Sonic clapped his shoulder, “ultimate cook! With superior culinary abilities!”

Metal remained silent, considering. “I don’t think my father would approve...”

“Dude, screw your old man!” Sonic drawled, rolling his eyes at the mention of Eggman, “you’re your own hedgehog now! You make your OWN decisions!” He winked. “We only live once, my dude! Make sure you know what you want  to do with your time!”

Metal looked to the table, still silent. “... alright,” he finally said, dark muzzle twitching as a grin began to form, “alright, I’ll do it!” His brows lowered, the hedgehog now wearing a determined scowl, “I’LL DO IT!” He pushed Sonic away and raised a hand, looking just like his old man beginning a villainous dialogue. “I WILL RUN THE ULTIMATE RESTAURANT! PEOPLE WILL COME FROM ALL CORNERS OF MOBIUS, WORD WILL TRAVEL TO EVERY ZONE, OF MASTER CHEF METAL ROBOTNIK AND HIS CULINARY EMPIRE!!!!!! THE KITCHEN WILL BE MY DOMAIN!!!!!!!!!! I WILL BE THE MASTER OF MY CRAFT!!!!!!! ALL OTHERS WILL PALE IN COMPARISON!!!!!!!!!!” He turned and flashed a sharp-toothed grin at his double. “Thank you, Sonic. For helping me see. For helping me... accept my true destiny.”

“Not a problem, bud!” Sonic grinned back, running his finger beneath his nose thoughtfully. “Say... we’re technically, like, twins right?”

Metal frowned, hands planting on hips. “I suppose?”

“Great!” Sonic raised a finger, eyes shining pleadingly. “Does that mean I... qualify for the friends and family discount?”

“Don’t push it, hedgehog.”