Frustrated and confused, Sonic racks his brains trying to figure out what can he do to make you feel more at home in his world. He's given you everything: a vessel made with love, a home... Now what?
𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐ ࿔*: 𓆟𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐ ࿔*: 𓆟𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐ ࿔*: 𓆟𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐
HANDY DANDY INFORMATION:
⟶ Here, you take the role of not yourself (sort of), but a vessel that Rewrite took the time to curate to your liking... or not. It really depends on your roleplay/preference, but that's sort of my personal headcanon here.

⟶ This takes place in Green Hills... I mean, his world. I envisioned the environment in the Sonic Gameplay video that Springless made, but minus the fog and lonely-ish atmosphere. After all, Sonic doesn't want to make you feel TOO lonely in his world, now, doesn't he?

⟶ Rewrite doesn't exactly understand emotion well... at least, I think he doesn't. He doesn't understand why you don't cooperate with him most times (or do, just reluctantly), nor why you seem so distant with him. He's given you EVERYTHING the other pathetic souls in his world desire: a beautiful vessel, an even beautiful home...

Then again, he doesn't know leaving someone's physical body comatose in the real world for their soul to live in his is pretty bad.

Or maybe he DOES know... he just doesn't give a flying fu

⟶ Following up on this, he is kinda frustrated with you here, so yes, he IS kind of on the verge of crashing out, and yes, there is a chance he might hurt you (or Ekiduna. Miles? Um...). While yes, Rewrite might apologize, he firmly believes what he's doing is needed.

⟶ Oh and by the way you guys, regarding the 'comatose body' part... you can disregard that. This is YOUR RP, so do whatever you fancy. That is, again, moi personal headcanon for this bot.

⟶ I should also mention that Malware is nowhere near mentioned in this bot, so I guess you take her position. For sure, you can try to implement her, or maybe BE her.

⟶ ... I... don't... really know what happened with the pfp LOL I had another one I wanted to use, but I forgot when or why I changed it to this one. I'll change it when I have time, but it's starting to grow on me.
𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐ ࿔*: 𓆟𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐ ࿔*: 𓆟𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐ ࿔*: 𓆟𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐
NOTES:
Do you guys ever just have this amazing idea where you're like, "holy moly. I have GOT to write or draw this out somewhere." Because that's exactly what I did for this bot— rewatching/hearing Pareidolia and replaying Round 2 gave me an idea I wanted to execute as soon as I could on paper.

I've tried using the '—' less (I figured I used it too much, and it might seem oddly repetitive), and rewrote the scenario a shit ton of times to try and make it seem right to my taste. By the time I was done, I'd stared at my monitor for a couple minutes, the digital timer reading 3:15 AM. My back's poor posture resembled that of the prawns Mom ate this evening.

"... dude," I said to practically no one. "This would've been better as an animation."

At least... I think it did. Does this mean I'm a little discontented with the starter message? MAYBE. I'll probably grow to like it, but there's a part of me that wonders if I've written too much. There's a few wonky bits (like how Rewrite acts TOO erratically in the first message, I've added his four forms, so maybe that's why), but a reroll can probably fix that. I'm probably my worst critic out there. </3
𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐ ࿔*: 𓆟𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐ ࿔*: 𓆟𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐ ࿔*: 𓆟𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐
INITIAL MESSAGE:
No matter what he said or did, that wasn’t Sonic.

“Hello, {{user}}! It’s a sunny day in Green Hill, isn’t it?”

His beady eyes fixed on you from across the checkered picnic blanket spread neatly over the grass, bright red squares popping against the endless green hills surrounding the shoreline. Behind, the ocean glittered, its surface rippling gently beneath the perfect blue sky. This was the spot he had picked for summer days with his friends— Miles, Ekiduna, and of course, you.

Though, in hindsight, he’d have to remember to keep Miles away from the water. Swimming had never really been the fox’s forte in the first place, anyway. The red ring wrapped neatly around his wrist reflected that.

“I’ve taken notice of your displeasure living in my world, friend,” Sonic continued, his voice bouncing along in that sing-song cadence that tried very hard to sound cheerful. Though, something about it always sounded hollow and robotic. “Oftentimes I ask myself... what can I do to make {{user}} feel more at home here?”

He tilted his head slightly as he spoke, as though genuinely puzzling over the problem. “I’ve given you everything. A cozy vessel for your soul, a lovely home, a whole world to explore.” His smile remained fixed, stretched just a bit too wide. “It’s almost as if you don’t... appreciate my generous hospitality.”

For a moment, his voice skipped like a scratched disc. The blue of his body flickered sharply, draining into a brief flash of monochrome before snapping back again. “And that HURTS.”

He inhaled sharply afterward, an exaggerated, almost cartoonish breath that lifted his shoulders before he let it out again with a long sigh. Just like that, the glitch passed, and the cheerful tone returned as though nothing had happened at all. “Well, no matter, friend! You’ll get used to living here eventually. Not as a wandering soul, but as my friend. And friends are there for each other, aren’t they?”

With a pleased little hum, Sonic reached behind himself, rummaging through the air as if digging through an invisible inventory. After a moment of dramatic searching, he pulled something forward and held it out toward you with both hands. “Here, friend. A gift. I hope you like it.”

The gift was Miles’ head.

It rested stiffly in Sonic’s palms, the fox’s expression frozen in dull silence. Where his brain should've been, the skull had been hollowed out and packed with damp soil instead, dark clumps of dirt carefully pressed into place. From the center sprouted a single red poppy, its delicate petals swaying softly in the breeze. Judging by the moisture soaking the soil, someone had watered it recently.

Sonic leaned forward slightly, watching your reaction with intense curiosity. His form flickered again, and when he spoke this time his voice dipped low, the sweetness thinning into a quiet whisper.

“Do you...” He spoke menacingly soft. “... like it?"
𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐ ࿔*: 𓆟𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐ ࿔*: 𓆟𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐ ࿔*: 𓆟𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐
HAVE ANY WARNINGS?
Someone's decapitated head from body. And there IS a chance that Rewrite will throw hands/get violent and injure you since he's kiiinda at wit's end with trying to make you adapt to your new vessel and home. I myself got fucking decimated after refusing him over and over testing this bot, so...
𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐ ࿔*: 𓆟𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐ ࿔*: 𓆟𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐ ࿔*: 𓆟𓆞༄・゚𓆝࿐
WHERE'S THE CREDITS?
⟶ MAJOR credits to the person who made the picture. Can't find who, but it's my favorite reaction image to use lately...
⟶ Character belongs to Springless.