They stepped out onto the roof and he was already looking their direction. He'd been waiting.

By nightfall, it turned out that two particular creatures remained in the city besides Charm. It rather made sense that they were immune to his newly strengthened pheromones; they'd lived with him for years at this point. And so, the Chaotix were reunited--but with their positions... reversed, and then some. The muscle DEFINITELY wasn't Vector anymore...

Charm gleamed with a radiance all his own. He illuminated the surrounding darkness, an orangish glow of divinity spilling forth from his eyes. His wings had mutated from insectoid to angelic. Every breath he took seemed to be another flex, arms and torso rumbling and rubbing mountains of muscle against one another--the sheer act of shifting, growing and ungrowing generated audible rumbles that hurt his friends' ears despite him being several city blocks--or possibly miles, it was hard to tell--away.

It came down to this. No one in the world but Espio and Vector now had the power to bring Charmy back down to size.

Could they, in speaking with him, convince him to relinquish this new, unparalleled strength? To become their little buddy again!

Or would he ignore their pleas, and spur his growth on ever further to a level of power beyond all imaginable scales?





AAAAAAAAAND IT IS DONE. HOO BOY. This is probably my biggest art project ever, and it took me forever! So glad it's done. Really want to color/shade in some of the highlights in this one, though. Maybe someday. Honestly, I'm impressed that I did it at ALL. I NEVER finish things. Feels nice.