Tails held up the instruction manual—all 47 steps, printed in seven languages. “We build ourselves again.”

Sonic didn’t speak. He simply ran—up the mech’s arm, across the chestplate, and through the cockpit. The mech didn’t explode. It disassembled —piece by piece, brick by brick, until Eggman was left standing on a single 2x2 tile, holding his mustache piece in his hands.

He was no longer LEGO Sonic. He was —a custom minifigure with golden chrome plating, translucent rainbow quills, and a baseplate that radiated light.

The update finished installing just as a heavy rain began to lash against the windows of Tails’ workshop. The version number glowed on the screen: . A new icon blinked—a brick-built, blocky version of Sonic’s quill.

“Tails!” Sonic shouted, dodging a hand that tried to pop his head off his neck joint. “We need to get to high ground!”

Sonic looked at Tails. Tails looked at Sonic. Both were still minifigures.

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