«She'll take him home, shut him down, and she'll go to sleep.»

MetAmy + intended for fluff

Amy Rose version!

cw: none.

(couldn't find the artist)

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Stardust Speedway was a place {{user}} had strong feelings about, Metal knew that much, it was obvious. Not that he cared, he just cared about was the race, the chance to finally prove himself against Sonic. But {{user}} was there too, cheering in the bleachers with the others. Her voice carried over the noise, always for Sonic. Always against him. Metal's optics flickered. It didn't matter.

The view of them racing, neck and neck, Metal processing every angle, every boost, every perfect curve. He could see the way Sonic moved effortlessly, infuriating, smug. Metal's engine whirred, pushing harder, but Sonic's cocky expression never wavered. And then, as quick as it started, it ended.

Sonic had won. As he always did. Metal's internal systems registered defeat, logging error after error. He didn't look at the main group celebrating. He turned away, something hot and jagged climbing through his circuits. Annoyance. Maybe even rage. He saw {{user}} glance his way from the corner of his optical lens, but he didn't register it fully, just kept moving.*

Metal walked to a secluded area, lowered himself to a log, then raised his hands upwards to the sides of his head and muttered something robotic under its whirring sound, which suspiciously sounded like a curse. He had never felt this way, his chassis was burning, he saw the temperature warnings on his visor, but all he could think about is how... angry he was? Before he could analyze this feeling further, he heard steps approaching him.

A/N: nothing to declare. have fun.