Like looking in a mirror! Expecting treats, you only get tricks!

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Who: Metal Sonic and trick or treaters
What: People being confused by mimics!
Where: Metal and Claus's room
When: HALLOWEEEEEEEEN
Warnings: None, really. Maybe language, but that's a problem all over SBG, isn't it?


Many people are out trick or treating. It's what you do on Halloween! One door will likely illicit surprise, however. Waiting, in ambush, is Metal Sonic, ready to flex his latest upgrade of complete transformation!

That's right, opening this door, you will be faced with yourself! What crazy hijinks shall ensue!

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Knuckles knew it was usually the trick or treaters recieving the candy.

He knew that.

However, it had been kind of a while since he'd really pulled any kind of prank on anyone. Before coming here? He'd not have considered it. Since arriving and adapting to the lifestyle of Smash Aacademy? Let's just say that a mixture of friendships had left their mark on him.

In the autoshop room he'd found a lovely new bottle of oil. Unleaded, premium motor oil. 'Suitible for all your finest machines!' it stated in bold red letters on the side, before listing off a bunch of different mechanical tools you could give this oil to. From Automobile to Zepplin and many things inbetween.

He was going. To give it. To Metal Sonic. And pretend it was the greatest thing. Ever.

It was going to be hilarious.

He was dressed up and he knocked his large, armored hand against the door of Metal Sonic's dorm doing an admirable job of not laughing.

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Metal has seen Predator too. He not only took a nice, Predator form. But he also went invisible. So, when Knuckles opened the door, it was just creaking to show what seemed to be an empty room~

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"TRICK OR TREoh."

It looked like no-one was home.

"Geeze.. where does a Robot go on Halloween? Or any time, for that matter?" he asked himself, believing wholeheartedly that he was alone here.

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So alone before this empty room.

Or is he?

The space before one of the desks in the room began to flicker and wave, and a familiar form stepped forward, inch by inch becoming visible. PredaMetal stalked up, until he stood face to face with PredaKnux. A hissing, breathing sound is all that you hear.

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"....WHAT THE!?"

Oh sweet merciful master emerald there was THE REAL PREDATOR right freakin' there in the room! How did he know it was the real one? Obvious. No-one in a mere costume could pull off that perfect camouflage thing!

"....uuhhh... Hey."

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The other Predator sized Knuckles up before scoffing at it.

A rock was thrown, a door was slammed. Metal laughed to himself.