
u/MrfluffypantsS

fleetway QnA
you could consider him an OC, because he has different lore but hes basically just modern fleetway
((credit to the Tails AU guy for this idea))
Ultramix is searching the streets…
Ready ooooor nooooot! HEEEERE IIII COOOOOOME!
ultramix stands ontop of the building... as something comes out
*a large structure comes out from the top of the building towering... it beings to glow a cyan blue as it sucks in all nearby chaos energy*
fleetways ship is just leaving the galaxy
reddit.comUltramix stands in the center of the ruined field, the air around him flickering like broken video footage. The ground pulses faintly beneath his feet, as if something underneath reality is breathing. Thin strands of dark, glowing corruption drift through the air like ash that refuses to fall.
“You keep calling it the Chaos Virus like it’s some kind of illness…”
He slowly turns his head, the motion slightly delayed—like reality is trying to keep up.
“…but you’re thinking too small.”
The corruption around his arm tightens and shifts, forming and unforming like liquid code.
“It doesn’t spread the way you think a virus should. It doesn’t need contact, wounds, or time.”
“It only needs exposure.”
The air flickers. For a moment, everything looks duplicated—like multiple versions of the same world are trying to occupy one space.
“The Chaos Virus doesn’t attack your body first.”
“It studies you.”
Ultramix takes a step forward. Each footstep leaves behind a faint, glitching imprint that lingers too long.
“It maps your nervous system… your instincts… your memories… the patterns you don’t even realize you follow.”
“And once it understands you…”
He pauses, voice lowering.
“…it starts rewriting the rules you were built on.”
The ground beneath him briefly turns into a shifting, tar-like substance before snapping back to normal.
“Your body doesn’t break. It adapts incorrectly. Bones, metal, energy—none of it matters. It all becomes editable material.”
“And your mind?”
He tilts his head slightly.
“That’s the easiest part.”
The air around him distorts again, faint whispers echoing for half a second before vanishing.
“Thoughts don’t get destroyed. They get reorganized. Memories stay… but their meaning changes. Fear becomes obedience. Resistance becomes instinct to obey.”
“And you won’t even notice the moment it happens.”
Ultramix raises a hand. The corruption spreads outward in thin lines like veins across invisible glass.
“That’s where the Chaos Goop comes in.”
“It isn’t liquid. It isn’t alive.”
“It’s the unfinished form of control.”
The ground in front of him briefly dissolves into a shifting black mass before stabilizing again.
“When it touches something, it doesn’t consume it right away.”
“It negotiates.”
“It asks a question your body answers before your mind is allowed to speak.”
“‘What are you willing to become to survive?’”
He goes silent for a moment.
“And every answer… leads to me.”
The space around him tightens, like the world is being pulled into a single point of focus.
“So don’t think of it as infection.”
“Think of it as improvement… applied without permission.”
Ultramix leans slightly forward, voice calm, almost conversational.
“And once the process begins…”
“There is no ‘you’ left to disagree with it.”
Ultramix is on top of the largest building the the city….
He stands there with a smug smile. He laughs and then slams his hand into the roof sending a shockwave through the universe…. With that the building is covered in the same yellow/gold/orange substance as the infected and himself *HAHAHAH! BASE OF GODLY OPERATIONS IS HERE! EHEHEHEHAHA! ((Pretend its corrupted ok))
Fleetway turns on the ship and prepares to leave…
Are you coming Crim’?!
he waves crimson…
Cmon…. Please work… please he types on his computer ‘command = load biodata’
he’s chuckling to himself… “Heehehehe… hehhehe..”
Hey guys! Fleetway here!
Does anyone wanna give me 94$ to get tomadachi life /j
In the darkness of his own mind Fleetway sees a familiar face “Hello… Fleetway, so glad to see you again”
he’s whispering to himself over and over ‘I am strong, I’m not weak’
he is covered in rubble and is burnt on the ears “Ugh… oh…. Oh shit… not again…” ((Idk if we are aloud to just do this but whatever))