Note to readers: Well Jesus, it sure has been two months since the last Sketchy installment. Don’t you all hate me? Anyway, the reason for the delay is because of the length of this sucker. I’m not sure how many words, but it’s 41 pages long on my word processor. Grab something to eat. Take a nap before you do tackle this. No kidding. For real.

I tried to make this chapter as easy to read as possibly, which means page breaks for no reason. It’s minor, but noticeable. I apologize for making this so goddamn long, but I believe it’s necessary to the events. But that’s me.

And I want reviews. Gimme gimme gimme. If you finish this mammoth I want what you thought.

Sonic: Sketchy

Concept by MC Griffin

Story by Sean Catlett

Wednesday

Da Da DAAAAAA!

Welcome.

‘Thank you. Things have not been very pleasant around here. It’s hard to get Ideas. And all things considering, I’m surprised the Knightopians haven’t been taken by the Wiseman. It’s hard . . . . so hard.’

They are approaching. Time is short. The Wiseman and Jackal are coming closer. Speed up.

‘I’m trying.’

It is not enough.

‘It’s too cloudy.’

Fly.

‘But how can I help the Knightopians if I can’t get Ideas?’

It is vital. Nights can do it. Nights knows how. Nights is Reala. Reala is Nights.

‘How can I fly if I can’t see?’

You don’t need eyes to see. Just Ideas.

‘But I can’t get Ideas if I can’t see.’

Fly.

Wait a minute. This doesn’t make any sense. What is going on? Why is he black? Is he talking to me? Am I Nights? How can I be Reala if I am Nights? I thought I went through this already. It’s confusing when you’re made in the middle of something else. Someone please explain this to me . . . . . . .

Suddenly, the color red appears.

‘There is no Nights.”

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FUCK!! Didn’t say shit this time. And it’s not in quotes.

Like I said, I hate it when that happens.

I bolted up in bed. Sweat poured down my head and the marijuana fabric was soaking wet. I put my hands on my cheeks and tried to calm myself. Whatever happened, it disturbed me.

That was one crazy dream. Oh, fuck. There were towers upon towers, in the sky, and clouds surrounded me. The person, who I think was me, stood atop one of these towers. I talked to the grassy sky, and it talked back. And colors are apparently understood.

And already it was fading away. I can’t remember much anymore. Details are sketchy.

Ok.

So, here I am. Awake again. I can still wake up. And it’s one of those mornings where I know I’m going to be teased. So, I wait for it.

I wait.

Still happy.

I know where I am now.

Still happy.

I am in Knothole village.

Still happy.

I am in a hut . . . .

Wait for it . . . . . . . .

I just lean against the wall behind me and expect at any moment the waves of feeling used and beaten to flow over me, like always.

Then, I looked over to my right and saw her smiling face.

There she was, her lips curled back in a small, cute smile, her hair tossed and untended to, her eyelids shut tight. My eyes fell to the pressure being exerted on my waist. Her arms were still wrapped around me.

Oh yeah. I remember now.

And yet . . . . I’m still . . . . happy.

Happy.

The word echoes in my head, over and over again. This is such bullshit . . . but . . . . I am happy.

For the first time, EVER, I smiled without having to fake it. It was a deep, meaningful smile that had depth, that actually meant that I am how I feel. Deep with depth, eh?

I made Sally happy last night. I had sex with, or fucked, her, depending on how you look at it. It seemed to be the first time she’s ever truly liked what she was.

It sounds weird, but it’s like I could feel her elation, her total ecstasy. It was in her sweat, her tears, her fur. And I got off on it. It was my money, it was my sex, it’s my unlimited power. Other people’s happiness makes my life worth continuing. You know what? I hate writing the word “ecstasy.” From now on, it’s out of my vocabulary. I’ll say like “felt really fucking good” or something.

Despite the fact that I know that my own happiness is short lived, I keep smiling. I enjoy it while it lasts, while everything is still good, while nothing else in this fake world matters. While not even the oncoming battle can faze me and my joy. While, for at least this moment, I can enjoy what’s happening and not worry about anything. While nothing is chaotic or changing or decaying.

Still good.

Still good.

Shit, I gotta pee.

Still smiling, I carefully got up from my position on the bed and walked outside.

In the forest, outside of Sally’s hut, it was biting cold. The air seemed to have little teeth of it’s own, all chomping away at exposed flesh. It’s the kind of cold that itches, that make your pores pop. The kind of cold that I hate.

Fog was beginning to roll into the trees. The forest of the Green Hill Zone had an air of quieted content. The calm before the storm.

I walked around to the side of the hut and to the same tree I pissed at the day before. The same old oak that needed to be either fed or cut down. Continued living or mercy killing. Pull the plug or force feed.

How it looked today was that it seemed deader than it did the morning before, and more depressed than ever. It’s like it knows it’s a part of a fake world built for the exploitation of creatures, and still . . . . it’s home, and it can’t escape from it.

It’s not like I can’t relate. Yes, it’s a metaphor. Or a simile. Or personification.

So, I start peeing on the tree and I immediately feel pain in my lower midsection. To keep from crying out, I leaned up against the tree and bit my lip.

I’m pissing red.

Only now it’s very red.

And to think, this used to be my favorite color.

With a small cry, I pull back and force the rest of it out quickly, putting more pressure on my bladder. The pain is so unbearable that I bite harder into my lip on purpose to try and distract myself. But . . . . it’s useless. Exercising futility.

I’m broken.

There’s something broken within me, but it‘s not that that I‘m uncomfortable with. What bothers me is that for the first time, in all that I’ve known existence to be, I can’t get it fixed, whatever it is, and the only person who can help me is the one I’m running from. See?

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Robotnik hardly ever slept anymore, and the previous night was no exception.

With all the things that had been going on lately, the project, the newly completed Sonic models, and the power problem, it was almost impossible to shut his eyes. And besides, since the zone had been shut down for the past four years, the doctor wanted to relish every minute of it. It felt good to see the obstacles in action again.

Shadow jumped on a giant spring and was catapulted into the air.

The Doctor smiled and watched from his clear window perch overlooking the entire Spring Yard Zone. Shadow looked absolutely graceful in performing all of these moves. Sheer perfection.

His eyes looked briefly to the ground floor to the left, where Snively was in his Pseudo Sonic suit, controlling Silver Sonic and Mecha Sonic. He let loose a small laugh when Silver missed a spring and clattered to the floor with a clang. Mecha Sonic stopped moving its legs and came to a complete halt. The Doctor heard Snively groan over the com system. I love Snively. He just manages to give more and more disrespect to the Doctor as the series progresses. Compensating for the abuse over the years in the fandom, I guess. Come on, he deserves this.

“I’m starting to have second thoughts about this, sir.”

Robotnik grabbed the microphone and pressed the com button.

“Quit chittering, you dolt. You signed on for this.”

“Sir, it’s a little hard to concentrate on controlling two ‘bots at once, let alone keep myself out of danger if the situation does arise. I doubt this provides any practical use at all.”

“Snively, what you don’t understand is that our target has considerable resources at their disposal, not to mention our little runaway,” Robotnik’s metal hand unconsciously tightened it’s grip on the microphone. “It’s hard for you to control them because you aren’t used to the battle mechanics. Give it time.” Something else that stayed vague, but for a reason. Just so I could explain later. And do I? I don’t fucking know. I hope so . . .

A sigh came over the com speaker.

“Very well. By the way sir, have you dealt with our power problem yet, or do I have to shut down the sun again?”

“I don’t know how may times you’ve asked me that, dear boy, but it’s starting to wear my patience thin.” The hand gripped tighter. “Last night, I received the very thing I needed to correct our problem. Now I suggest you stop worrying about the power and start worrying about your inability to control your new position.”

“All I’m saying, sir, is that we at least shut down some zones to prepare ourselves. We should do it to be sure that we have enough to take off and start the attack. Possibly . . . . . . . The Star Light Zone.”

Robotnik just stared at the speaker in disbelief. His hand loosened on the microphone.

“Sir.”

But the Doctor was lost in thought, blank silence across airwaves. Shadow stopped moving and looked up at the window from her position and wondered what was taking her creator so long to answer. If it was her choice, she would have smacked Snively across the face and beat the shit out of him. But no, her beloved Eggman was benevolent to his subordinates. Offering at least SOME humanity on Shadow’s part.

Above, the Doctor just stared, remembering the red skin, the white upon white teeth, the shapeless, unidentifiable form, and the eyes.

Oh the eyes, how they seemed to stretch on forever even though they had a discernable end. How the eyes were so full of evil that it hurt the Doctor to look at them for too long. How he could hear the creature’s thoughts echoing in the core of his own mind, faster and more chaotic than his, and how he understood and loved every bit of it.

Robotnik finally snapped out of it after the fifth or sixth “Sir!”

“I’ll . . . . I’ll take it under advisement.”

Below, Eggman saw the Pseudo suit shrug its shoulders and turn to the two ‘bots in the distance. Both Silver and Mecha Sonic came back to life and continued their awkward training.

The Doc, his collar covering his mouth entirely, turned back to admire Shadow some more, and was surprised to see that she was already staring at him.

And smiling.

Robotnik smiled back, and waved slightly. She extended her black furred palm and blew him a kiss. Then she continued onto the next spring.

And both training sessions went on. For the next few moments, there were no interruptions. Just perfection being studied by its creator.

Then the com rang.

The Doctor picked it up and raised it to his ear. Lots of techno-babble coming up.

“REQUESTED ‘BOTS HAVE REACHED THEIR LOCATIONS. AWAITING NEXT ORDERS,” the robotic voice droned at him.

“Any opposition met is to be dealt with extreme force. Nothing that attacks lives. Confirm?”

“CONFIRM. PROTOCOLS DISABLED.”

Robotnik stared at the com switch for a long time, remembering his recent lapse.

“Cancel that order. Instead, I want any animals that are running for door 002 to be captured and brought to me. Confirm?”

“COMFIRM. NEW PARAMETERS SET.” He means to say orders, not parameters.

“Also, I want any ‘bots on patrol to be called back. Check traps before leaving, and any isolated animals in range are to be captured and also brought to me.”

“CONFIRM.”

“Out,” The doctor released the com trigger and switched back over to the loudspeaker.

“Snively, how far are we behind on power?”

A few seconds before his reply.

“Last time I checked, sir, 9,000 short and climbing,” a strained voice came. “Why, you’re not getting any ideas, are you?”

“Inspiration cannot wait, dear Snively.”

An exasperated “shit” came over the line before Robotnik terminated the signal. With that, he walked out of the room. Ooo, foreshadowing.

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At this time, Nack woke up and immediately sat up in his silk bed.

He knew what was coming, and didn’t want to wait around for the trouble to start. Prostitutes can get mean if you give them a reason for it.

Despite the fact that the Doc had told him next to nothing about what was going to happen, he still knew it was bigger than it seemed. So, just to make sure, he wanted to be as far away as possible. Maybe he would check out the neighboring holding pen. Those retarded animals had always made him laugh.

Nack got off of his mattress and walked to his fucking huge wardrobe that he couldn’t remember how he got. Rouge stirred in bed and looked at the clock.

“It’s five in the morning, you stupid shit. Why are you getting up?”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch, I’m goin’ for a walk.”

Rouge just stared at him in the dark. His skinny ass weasel body looked silhouetted, like his shadow. The arguments always started this way, because of her. Immediately, she regretted calling him a stupid shit and getting him all riled up. He was always real grumpy in the morning. She stared at him in the dark.

“Don’t give me that look, alright, I can feel your look,” Nack said as he crossed the room to find his pants and ended up tripping over the mirrored night stand and fell out of Rouge‘s sight. That’s a quote from some movie. I forget which one. Something with John Travolta. Pulp Fiction, maybe?

“FUCK!! OUCH!!!”

Rouge did her best to keep from laughing, but a couple of snickers burst out. From the floor, Nack looked up over the edge of the bed.

“I’m glad you find my pain so goddamn funny. Where did I leave my pants?” This line is repeated later, at MC’s suggestion. Good idea at that.

Rouge shrugged, and the blanket covering her fell to her waist, making her look fetching even in the dark. Sort of a jungle princess, unspoiled by the evils of civilization. A little paradox all her own.

Nack, of course, had too much on his mind to realize this. He got up from the floor and continued his search. He found his pants sprawled on the floor right next to the piles of cash and the handcuffs.

Rouge groaned the threw the covers back over her head, frustrated at him, but mostly at herself.

“Fine. I’m going back to sleep, then.”

Nack put on his shirt and his vest. He was walking out, but then looked back at Rouge. He started to say something to her, but decided against it and walked out of the room and into the casino. Aw, it’s sad . . . IT’S SAD!

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At the same time this was happening, Bunnie woke up and realized her headache was gone.

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At the same time this was happening, Robotnik was in his laboratory in the Death Egg, so high above the ground that it could be called heaven, drawing up new schematics for a new Sonic model. He looked out the window despite the fact he knew he would only see clouds. A gimmick that shouldn’t last for too long, or at least, not as long as that stupid dot thing.

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At the same time this was happening, Snively had Silver execute a perfect tuck and roll maneuver over and under a spiked chain and jump on a spring, while Mecha dodged two giant stone balls spinning on an invisible axis.

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At the same time this was happening, Shadow completed the entire course flawlessly and in record time.

And smiling the whole way. This one, however . . .

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At the same time this was happening, Manic and Ashura walked outside the casino and wondered why the all of a sudden burst of ‘bots in the vicinity.

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At the same time this was happening the waves and waves of ‘bots guarding door 002 in the Marble Zone finished setting up a defense perimeter.

And were waiting, with eyes trained on the level of hills in the distance.

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At the same time this was happening, Antoine, the ugly as hell fox\wolf half breed, living proof of genetic compatibility, poster child for stopping Robotnik, sat upright in attention and woke the others up. I probably should have put this one before the last one. Yeah.

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At the same time this was happening . . . . . fuck it. Exactly.

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I looked at the morning sun behind me for the millionth time and kept walking through the forest. Light trickled down through the trees and slowed everything down to a crawl. The fog by now had lifted it’s shroud and clear fields awaited us.

Hopefully, Antoine was awake and diving for the valves. If you want my opinion, Sonic has a very horrible plan. Yes. Sonic. Not me at all.

Awhile ago, everyone from Knothole woke up and immediately got every weapon they could find and gathered them in a big pile. Then, the placing of weapons on flesh until the original animal itself was no longer recognizable.

Heh, there’s that déjà vu again. There’s that repeated line once again.

Then, at the river, the one that ran out from the Labyrinth Zone whenever it emptied itself, the one where the fish ‘bots came up for air every once in awhile, the one where all of the animals had once tried to escape but ended up drowned and washing to shore, the very river that was so choked with dead bodies that the stench hung in the air indefinitely, this is the river where the animals reached into the death stricken ground and brought up handfuls of mud to rub on themselves, on their faces, as war paint. It must’ve been symbolism or whatever, like in a way, their family and friends that had realized the lie before they did would finally get their revenge in the oncoming battle. They would be with them on the front lines tearing up ‘bot after ‘bot and making a break for the unknown freedom.

You’d think that death would be the end for someone, but hoards of people putting their atoms on their faces seems to imply a messed up resurrection. As if it weren’t enough, I point out the symbolism. Good for fuckin me.

The crowd looked up at me and Sally, both covered with mud like them, as we addressed them before the big moment, when life is a big question mark put on blood soaked paper. How very Stone Sour of me.

I looked down at the ground and started talking.

“Today, you will all learn a different side of life. You will learn pain, and become it’s best friend and best enemy. You will learn what it feels like to be an empty calorie, a sucked up lake of water, a stretched out tendon, a broken bone. I’m not promising life. I’m not guaranteeing death. But for sure, this will be disastrous,” I paused and looked up at their stone metal faces. “Prove me wrong. I dare you.” I do like his little speech, but I can’t help but feel ashamed.

Sally spoke up.

“I want you all to know that I’ve forgotten titles. Everything in the past is buried. I no longer care what right I have to be your leader, so, anyone who wants to take my place can step forward now and take command.”

Predictably, nobody made a single move.

“Ok, then,” I walked over to the left. “The door is behind a big stone wall on top of a hill. If Antoine has succeeded, the lava flow will be off. If not, you can easily spot where it will be. It’s the stone with the red water cascading up from the ground. Dr. Robotnik isn’t a stupid fucker. He’s going all out on this one. Opposition is going to be at its maximum. Despite this, though, you will all keep fighting until the flow’s off, then you make a break for it. And for gods sake, avoid any traps and lava rivers.” This scene was meant to be emotional without any extreme reaction from any characters, since it is the last time this half of them will probably see each other. They didn’t mourn properly while the entire group was together.

Right here I think of all the questions I wish the crowd would just ask me. All the things eating away at me that I wish I could just tell them.

“Nobody gives up, you hear me? If I see anybody giving up I will drag you back to the death and destruction, kicking and screaming, and throw you back into the fray.”

Will we make it out alive?

“Once we reach the site, we will come up with a battle plan, a coordinated attack.”

What happens on the outside?

“You can figure out for yourselves what to do when you make it.”

Aren’t you coming with us?

“Let’s go.”

I walked over to Sally and handed her my gun.

“Remember what I taught you,” I whispered to her.

She nodded, and then our group set out.

Now I keep looking at the sun over my shoulder and hoping it wasn’t a mistake leaving Antoine in charge. If he fails, we have nothing and we’re just fighting for no reward.

In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m not going with my group of freedom fighters. They can handle themselves. Right now, my goal is to get these animals liberated so I can hurry up and fight my fucking creator. And as much as I hate to admit it, I admire Robotnik for his ingenious ideas, and his ability to keep an area this big under control. Well, until now, that is. Until he made me and allowed me to malfunction.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m still gonna kill him. Oh, in the worst way. But . . . . Here comes philosophy.

Even the end of the world can be a thing of beauty, a gorgeous sight to behold. You can’t blame evil for what it is. Sure, you can hate it all you want, but you can’t ignore the significance of it.

Some think death is beauty. Some think life is. A boy in a plastic bubble will think a deck of cards is the only pure thing in the world. A bird beholds the sight of a clear sky. The boy in the bubble? What?

This is a hard lesson to learn, that this place is full of different ideas, different feelings about different things. That it’s always moving and always chaotic. It’s too unpredictable to define clearly.

My point is that no matter how much you think that you are right, there is always something that proves you wrong. An opposite force set so you can look at yourself in a new light if you choose to.

Anyway, shit, I’ve gone way off track. My group of about 30 had reached the edge of the forest, and over the next hill was the Marble Zone. We have to cross yet another grass field first.

It seems in this green upon green field of redundant grass that everything is fine. In a few minutes, the sun would be high enough to start it’s chemical reaction and produce enough food to survive. At least we have a common goal, even if we do it differently. Redundant grass is a cool line. I think I used it because I was getting tired of describing the fields all the time.

We’re all walking through the field and it’s serene on all sides. Besides the slight roar coming from over the next hill, it was silent and unmoving.

Then, the marble stones came into the fray. Animals were stubbing their toes on them and falling to the ground in pain, squirming. The stones were burning hot, after all. They’d get up and wonder what the fuck happened just then, how it made little sense. These burning rock things were also an extended part of this scene. Something I added because I thought it was too short.

Thermal equilibrium. Big words just to impress you. I was also getting tired of using my vocabulary to describe everything and make myself sound smart. So I pointed it out. Makes sense.

Like coagulation.

It was this time that I noticed a distinct smell creeping into my nostrils.

We keep walking and I already miss the cold feel of the gun. I start to crack my broken knuckles. I rip off every marijuana patch off of my body and throw it to the ground. The wind carried behind the pieces of me back to the trees.

I looked down to check my shoes. The red was a little faded and the small patches of when Tails fixed them were still glued to the holes. I wiggled my toes and moved my feet left and right.

I looked up at Tails, over in the middle of the group. Out of all the nameless faces and names, she was one that I hoped would make it. Well, ok, her and Sally. They are the only ones that shouldn’t die today. Every time he talks, it’s like an exposition. I hate it.

Gotta be a fucked up God to do that.

It’s funny. Sally and Tails are making all of this worth while to me. They are the rewards, or they seem like it for some reason. It’s like . . . . . . . . . they’re the only real animals.

No, really, it’s funny. Still, that sentence would have been nicer longer.

I moved my head side to side and heard and felt the skeleton popping tiny air bubbles in the empty spaces. I kept walking as I stretched my arms out in front of me and extended them to the furthest extreme. All of this as me and my group came over the final hill and saw our opposition.

I motioned for everyone to get low to the ground, beneath the grass where we couldn’t be seen.

The burning hill in the distance was bathed in the red glow of burning lava running in all directions from under the ground. Marble was around as stone structures, the way a city would be if it was even inhabitable for a period of an hour before fur would catch on fire.

This means the battle must be quick.

I didn’t tell anyone this, but the Marble Zone is a praying ground for the animals of the Emerald Hill Zone, the second holding pen that was within sight. Chances are, this entire battle will be witnessed by the hoards of believers in blind faith. I’m hoping this will serve as inspiration for them to escape as well.

By now, any witnesses would have seen the groups of ‘bots on top of the hills, milling about, setting up stalks of . . . . . .

I sighed. “Shit.”

They’re putting up marijuana plants on the hill and setting them on fire.

The memories of memories of memories of fucking déjà vu better quit. Ah yes, I added that better quit thing because, once again, I was trying to make the déjà vu thing not as worn out. Trying being the key word.

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Excerpt from Sonic’s Survival Tips:

Every ‘bot has it’s own stupid name to go with it.

Buzzbombers are the ones that fly around with the same blank expression on their faces. Sometimes it’s antennae will droop and it will look like it’s frowning, but the important thing is that it has a huge stinger coming out of its ass that can impale you if it hits right. This stinger can retract and the orifice becomes a grenade launcher. A good way to kill these guys is simple once you got them on the ground. The ass of a Buzzbomber can curl about 45 degrees to its front, at which point it either dives or shoots a grenade. They’re fast little shits, but once you got a hold of them they’re pretty much yours. I saw this one walrus dude take on four at once, so consider these almost minimal threats compared to the others.

Motobugs are basically big ass hunks of metal with gun emplacements. Yesterday I was shot by one of these and it hurt like a bitch. No exception for you, except maybe the shit caliber bullets will go right through you. These lumbering ‘bots also have these pincers on their front just in case the thousands of bullets they’re firing don’t hit anything and they need actual battle proficiency. I’ll be trying to take these out, but in case you DO come across one, get either behind it or on top of it, rip the metal panels off, and start cutting wires. Me, I can do this in about five seconds, so it would be best for you to avoid them altogether. I know it was a piece of cake killing them last time, but that’s because they weren’t programmed to kill you. It’s no fucking doubt that they are now.

Crabmeats you’ve already met. Grenades shoot out of their sharp claws. You can pretty much rip these guys apart with no problems. They’re vulnerable everywhere their hands aren’t pointing.

Neutrons . . . . . . . . Shit. Neutrons are these camouflaged bastards that hide in the grass and rocket towards anything that comes in its detection radius. They can go fast enough to reduce you to a pile of sweating blood meat of they happen to hit you. I hate these little shits. The only way YOU guys could kill them would be if you got on their back and worked from there, but even there you have to land after it shorts out.

Robotnik really likes those. Avoid them if you can.

Caterkillers can be killed by focusing your attacks on their head. The rest of the body is a weapon it uses. Simple enough, right? Oh, and hit it on the tail first and it shoots its body parts in all directions. Right, that may be important info.

Now, somewhere on the battlefield is a generator providing all these ‘bots extra power. It’s a giant metal container most likely in cover. Look for places that seem impossible to reach and chances are that’s where it is. What it does is traps birds and small animals inside and draws power from them. If you find it, give me a holler and I’ll come running. I can destroy it and you’ll be well on your way to leave.

The traps originally put in the zone are most likely still active. It wouldn’t be a good thing to get caught in these. Take my word for it. Reestablishing the dangers here. Sometimes, referring back to past establishments is never a good idea, a tip for all of you people pretending you can write good. Uh, well.

Remember, you can pick up a ‘bots severed weapon at any time, and by simply pressing the button on the side it becomes your own little weapon of destruction. Welcome to the way things work.

Watch the enemies and how they move. Plan each attack carefully, and as soon as the lava flow turns off, make a break for it.

Any . . . . . . . And thus we start the wonderful, wonderful way of the telling the story that I like to call the “Shut the fuck up already” gimmick. This would have been fine had I not overused the hell out of it as an excuse to move the story along. God I suck.

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. . . . . . . Questions?

Pockey raised his hand. I can’t remember but I think I misspelled his name.

“Where are we going?”

Antoine was leading the 10 animals he had across the sands of the ruined Chemical Plant Zone to the Oil Ocean valves, and he was still scared of the place. Any minute he was expecting something to jump out and take him.

Cut to yesterday, when Antoine was putting a grenade into a power core, when everything seemed to be perfect and unstoppable, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, dropped the grenade to the ground, and ran out screaming. It was a good thing the grenade had rolled into the cell network and exploded, else the tubular silo would still be standing. I wanted more character back-story for Antoine because I knew that he was going to die very, very soon. Oops, did I just ruin something?

Antoine has had the same dream ever since he was a kid. The sky would be red and dark. There would be purple clouds floating low enough to be fog. He would be walking along the body of a giant metal God and a blue snake, it’s body made of perfectly round balls, would jump out at him. Something that I realized I forgot once I played the Chemical Plant Zone level, so I crammed it in here like a small penis. The Mega Mack and the blue snake things. It’s slightly interesting, I guess.

He would always wake up screaming and sweating.

From then on, anything blue meant danger to him.

And he still believes he’s not very far off.

He answers Pockey’s question, but he’s only barely understandable. What he means to say is:

Sonic said to go to the black water, and that is where we are going.

This group was trudging through the remains of the Chemical Plant Zone. Besides the tipped silos and the dying fires, a clear purple fluid soaked everything in sight and was steadily rising and bubbling to the surface on the outskirts. Bodies of the ‘bots who guarded the zone were seen everywhere floating lifelessly on the surface. Sonic had explained that Spine ‘bots and Grabber ‘bots were not made to function under any kind of liquid, especially this. Sonic had explained that below, the ground pipes and such transported the fluid, called Mega Mack, lower underground. Each day, more and more would come in from the artificial landscapes of Robotropolis and were collected and forgotten here. A bi-product of a bi-product. Sonic said that any prolonged exposure to this Mega Mack and you wouldn’t need to escape from life when you can easily achieve death by sitting there motionless.

In other words, pack your bags for the afterlife.

Sonic also gave sage-like advice.

Antoine was still struggling to wrap his brain around all of this new acquired knowledge. He longed for a time when it was bliss trying to fuck the leader behind a hut, bliss when he would go to the mount and take deep breaths while the Monsignor’s voice would drone on in the back of his head, and bliss before he was dying faster by stepping through a purple fluid he didn’t know existed just two days prior.

Still, though, Antoine was sure that the outside would be sheer pleasure. Better than his old life. 24 hours of getting ‘stoned’ and getting laid. All of this Antoine description is part of an influence by Kurisuta J.A.D.E. who has an uncanny obsession with the French bastard. And so as a sort of tribute to her, I included this detailed back story on him. It adds a degree of humanity to him, which is always good. J.A.D.E. is a good muse to have around.

At least, this was the idea.

Trudging through Mega Mack death water and shutting the valves was risking life so you can have more. It’s an entrance fee. It’s admission price.

And Antoine didn’t want to have to ask for a refund.

Or fuck up.

So, everything must go according to plan.

Or, at least, that’s what he meant to say to everyone.

Don’t fuck it all up for me, he means to say.

Death means we fail, he means to say. The beginning of yet another gimmick that I just kind of started out of the blue. So to speak. It doesn’t match the Antoine character from earlier chapters, but then again, Sonic hears what he wants to, so it may work. Yes. This is all planned and I am your God. Yes. Yes.

This is the first time he is leader of ANYTHING, and already it comes natural to him. Commanding others is what he was born for, and even with the speech impediment he can command a group. He is admired by the animals for his strictness and courage.

But not for his voice.

Sounds like a eulogy. Foreshadowing!!

The group walked silent, except for the splish splash of each footfall as their feet were soaked with the Mega Mack fluid. Somewhere in between the fur and calloused skin it was soaking into their pores and causing some debilitation they would later figure out. Sonic had insisted it was the most direct way to the valves, and anything that happened could probably be fixed on the outside.

Quite an incentive. Fail and live, and your feet are fucked for the rest of your life.

Which means you better succeed.

Pick up the pace, he means to . . . . . . .

**********

. . . . . . . . Say?” This conversation actually starts on the next line. I’m just stupid.

“I wouldn‘t know, sir,” Snively said as he got out of his Pseudo suit. “Where have you been?”

“Working.”

“Yeah, same here. Mind telling me WHAT you were working on?”

“New model of Sonic.”

“I fucking knew it!” The exasperated Snively pounded his bare feet once on the ground in frustration. Every movement he did had an air of anger and frustration to it. “Sir, with the ‘bots out in the Marble Zone sucking up power continuously and the constant running of all non-essential systems, I don’t know how long we’ll last.” Damn straight! Snively rules. Snively was all the way out of his suit and wiping the sweat from his forehead. He picked up his clipboard from the bench where he left it and consulted it. Robotnik remained a few feet away with his arms crossed, still in a good mood from his time in heaven.

“It says here that you also ordered Patrol ‘bots in the Casino Nights Zone. May I ask why?”

“Picking up cargo.”

“Don’t give me that shit, sir, tell me what the hell you’re doing with our power?!”

Robotnik paused.

“Fresh . . . . . .

**********

. . . . . . . . Troops?!” Sperm.

“Bitch, what do I look like, their fucking biographers?!” Kevin Smith reference.

Manic and Ashura had ran and hid behind a wall to their left when they saw the lines of ‘bots. The lights of the Casino were bouncing off the ‘bots, bathing them in a menacing red. The shield the Patrol Crawlers held at their sides were high and in a protective stance. Although it seemed like they hovered in place, you could hear the footfalls of their every step, in unison. Their always angry faces were straightforward and looking at the doors of the casino. They didn’t seem to notice Manic and Ashura off to the side as they advanced. Those patrol ‘bots are another reference to the actual level, and so I forced them in this chapter. Yes, I’m going to point out every game reference I remember.

“Alls I know is it’d be best if we got the fuck outa here!!” Manic said looking side to side, making his jewelry hooked on his face jingle.

“Calm down, I’m sure there’s a reason for this shit,” Ashura also looked left to right.

“Should we wake up the pussy?” He means the women.

“Dude, I’m sure that’s not what they’re here for. Not everything is a movie, ya know”

Manic shrugged as they slid back into the shadows.

“You never . . . . . . . .

**********

. . . . . . . Know?”

“Know what?” Rouge said back to Bunnie.

“That my headache would be gone in the morning?” She was working her way into the soft purple silk satin dress that Robotnik loved so much.

“Just a guess.” Rouge gave a wry smile as she was also slipping into her work suit. A motherly quality I wanted Rouge to have was an uncanny precognition ability, but it is never referenced again.

Both of them were in a group of prostitutes, in the back dressing room perfectly secluded from the noise of the casino.

The last stop for peace for the next 16 hours. This has become a popular hangout among the girls, because it was their last chance to be themselves before they became what people paid them to become something else.

And every one was there, including Sera.

She was staring at everyone getting dressed, pushing themselves into bras, into leather pants, into thin silver panties. The ambient lighting in the room seemed to suggest a very professional, non personal environment, yet at the same time having nothing to do with work. A type of environment that made one forget that in the room on the left were where the sex toys and lubricants and beds and on the right are hundreds of horny men, maybe women, with money cuffed in their hands. Oh shit, I think I just noticed a goddamn mistake . . .

Rouge finished when she noticed Bunnie sitting on the couch putting the rings on her fingers. She walked over and sat down.

“You better get dressed, girl.”

Bunnie held up two fingers, both with 2 rings on them. “I am.”

“And that’s all you’re gonna wear?”

Bunnie laughed. “Of course not, that would be too easy, wouldn’t it?”

She turned her right hand over and over. The lights of the room reflected tiny pinpoints of light around the ring.

“It’s been my experience that if a customer sees you with a lot of money, they subconsciously think that I’m a popular girl, and therefore will choose me first.” MC had gone on to say that the rings would be the only aspect in Sonic: Sketchy that wouldn’t be implemented, which I liked at first, but then decided on my own burst of inspiration that the rings should be currency. I mean, sure, why not.

Rouge sighed and shook her head.

“Right, you MUST be a blonde if you believe that this works.”

“Oh, believe me, it does.”

“But even if it does, why worry about money so much? We get a room for free, and pretty much any expense can be paid with minimal cash, otherwise we can just sleep with the bastard. So, why all this trouble?”

Bunnie paused. “This has been bothering you for awhile, hasn’t it?”

Rouge nodded, and looked over her shoulder to check on Sera. She had noticed her best and only friend, Amy, and walked out of the room with her. They spent most of their time in the closet together, talking about whatever. Oh good. It’s not a mistake. Worried for a sec.

“Well, I never told anybody this, but I’m sort of a compulsive gambler. I take most of my money that I earn and I put it in the slots.”

“Oh, so this is why you never come with us for a lunch break.”

“Right, I’m most likely playin poker. Sometimes the guys will pay for me, sometimes they say they’ll pay if I fuck him, but the outcome is always the same.” Some background for Bunnie, who I felt didn’t get enough of it as it was. I was thinking of the bigger picture, but I hadn’t thought of first person perspective yet.

Bunnie looked at the direction of the door. It sounded like there was some commotion outside, but that wasn’t too unusual around here.

“Sometimes I get up so high it seems like I can’t go any further, but you always can.”

There was metal clanging resounding in the hallway.

“But, I lose it all eventually, every time, and the cycle repeats.”

They sounded like footsteps.

Bunnie sighed. “It’s really hard to find a good nitch in life, ya know?”

“Tell me about it.”

They both paused, and realized that the room was completely quiet, save for the clangs of approaching metal. And they were all looking at the door.

It didn’t swing open. It didn’t explode outward. It just opened very slowly and an angry red Crawler came into the room. That was supposed to be a little frightening, or at least suspenseful. Or not.

“BY ORDER OF ROBOTNIK, THE FOLLOWING LADIES ARE TO COME WITH . . . . . .

**********

. . . . . . . . me?”

“Not yet. I have a sort of plan.”

“But . . . . .”

“No buts, Tails. It’s better this way, and you know it.”

Hurry up.

We’re still on the hill, and I’m explaining myself.

“We have what, twenty grenades left? I’ll use what I can to destroy the Motobugs and Neutrons to clear a path. By then, debris will be scattered all to shit and it should be easy to pick up a gun.”

I’m waiting. The voice is the one interlacing, in case I wasn’t clear.

“Guns are simple. Hold a severed piece of a ‘bots weapon in your hand. If you’re not sure what a severed weapon would look like, then just look for a small button.” I pointed to Sally’s gun. “Then, hold it like she is and pick your target, and pull the trigger like mad. You’re bound to hit something.”

Shit, man, I want some blood.

This has happened before, the voice in my head being overly eager, interrupting me while I’m trying to talk. It’s getting a little too loud, like it‘s not just taking up space and actually doing some damage.

Too powerful for slaves position. This is also the day I started actually thinking ahead. I had grand, grand, grand plans for the voice.

As you can imagine, this is a little hard for me.

“Sally . . . . . . .”

I pick up the bag of grenades and I pop my neck one more time.

“Tails . . . . . . .”

I looked at the ‘bots and the burning Marijuana and the flowing lava cracks and the door obscured by yellow and red.

And I looked at the sun.

And the somewhere hidden egg prison.

And the Death Egg.

And Sally.

And Tails.

“I’ll be right back.” Sort of sobering, but once again ruined by the ongoing gimmick.

And I take off, towards an uncertain . . . . . . . . .

**********

Future.

Past.

Present.

Whatever. The pain is a different color when it dries anyway. I thought of that. Clever, yes? No?

So, it appears that I am done.

Done.

This little movie is over, you can all go home now. No, really, you can leave.

Heh.

Just as I thought. You can’t leave. You’re trapped. Just like the birds. Just like the animals. Just like Robotnik and Sally and Tails and the raccoon. And me.

It’s not like you can escape, either. Like you would realize it anyway, and like I would tell you.

So, sit back, relax, and enjoy being a slave. Because it’s all hopeless anyway.

Because it’s all gone pretty soon. Everything you see will be lost one day, and no one will remember it. Anything you do is insignificant one hundred years from now. But like I would tell you this. Like it would help you any. I could have said all of this a little better. But I didn’t. Course.

Face it.

No, really, face it.

**********

It was easy for Nack to get from the Casino Nights Zone to the Hill Top Zone. It was a short, ten minute walk down a semi-steep hill and into grass fields, like all the holding pens. The pens are usually on mud, because of their ability to suck up resources, but Nack didn’t bother to wear his shoes. Useless shit that just fills up space. But at least . . . I dunno.

This was like a vacation. Messing with the animals’ heads. Telling them to drink the black water and stand on their heads for two hours.

It was fun.

Nack was careful not to fall and he jumped down to the ground. He was now in the Hill Top Zone. The grass came up to his knees and he walked towards the village.

Then, he raised his eyes to the Oil Ocean.

Then to the Chemical Plant Zone . . . . . . . . . .

Wait.

Nack stopped dead in his tracks. He kept his eyes locked at the same point. Then he started running forward.

It wasn’t supposed to be a smoldering purple ruin, was it?

Nack ran as fast as he could, his overcoat flapping in the hot wind.

It was supposed to be standing, wasn’t it?

He kept running and ignored the fact that he was ruining his pants by stepping in puddles of water.

It was supposed to be visible, wasn’t it?

Nack ignored the mud squishing under his feet as he entered the Hill Top Zone village, called Little Planet because the animals are idiots. A reference to something I’ve never seen before. Sonic CD, maybe?

This isn’t good. In fact, this is downright bad.

Nack ignored the animals greeting him.

“Hello, Mr. Funny Head.” Yes, yes, yes, it’s a Wobbly-Headed Bob quote. Fuck you. I cans teal what I want. Teal . . .

Nack ran through Little Planet as fast as he fucking could and he skidded to a stop right at the edge of the Oil Ocean beach and looked across the black water, the stained pipes, and the bubbling surface across the horizon.

He still couldn’t see it all too clearly, but it was definitely a cloud of smoke coming from the Chemical Plant Zone. And the fact that the silos were no longer visible.

“Oh shit.”

He ignored the gathered animals around him.

For two seconds, he stared at it, then about faced. He pushed a retarded cross-eyed slave out of the way and ran back to the semi-steep hill. He reached it no problem and clambered up it in a hurry.

Nack was breathing heavily and saying ‘Shit’ over and over again. His pants were getting dirty, as were his hands. The grass was wet with dew and there was mud underneath. Slick and slippery.

Nack had to reach the Casino before it was too late to call the Doctor, before whatever he thought he saw disappeared. He ignored his brain telling him that he wasn’t ready to return, for the ‘bots were still collecting his beloved prostitutes.

This may turn to be more important.

Much more. Nack falls. It’s comedy.

Nack was at the top of the hill when he lost his footing and tumbled back to the . . . . . . . .

**********

. . . . . . . . . . Bottom.”

“Why would he grab her there?”

“I dunno.”

Amy and Sera, talking just outside of the changing room.

“I really don’t see what the big deal is.”

“Me neither. I mean, his hands went there first.”

Amy nodded.

“I see it all the time. It’s either there or the boobs.”

“Yup.”

Amy cocked her head and listened. In the next room, there seemed to be a sort of struggle going on.

“Hey, you think someone’s doing it again?” Sera said, excitement in her eyes.

Amy scoffed.

“Yeah, like I care. All the guys here are ugly anyway.”

“Hey! Nack’s not ugly!!”

“Oh, yes he is. He‘s too tall and skinny.”

“You’re just saying that cuz you’re a hat hog or something.”

“I am not!”

“Are so! Listen, mommy always told me that you have to settle for less than what you think is perfect. She says that nothing is ever as good as you want it to be, and she says that someday you have to realize this, Amy.”

“Whatever.” It’s not a continuity error, honest. Amy is just SAYING she hates Nack so she can have him all to herself. Yup. Uh huh. Totally.

The commotion in the changing room was getting louder.

“Wow, they’re really going at it.”

“Sera, don’t be a ditz. There’s no action in the changing room. You‘ve been listening to Manic too much.” Sera’s overly curious and sexual personality stems from being the rape daughter of Rouge and living in a whore house. She’s been fucked up and fucked inside for a long time, but I like her. A little insane, and way too disrespectful. Not quite smart yet.

“Well, what is it, then?” As for Amy, well, she dies and not much else.

They both listened intently. They both heard Bunnie’s voice saying:

“Get your fucking hands off . . . . . . .

**********

. . . . . . ME!!!” The only part of the gimmick that actually has a purpose. The rest is just flashy lights and throwing the camera through a coffee pot handle. Orson Wells is cool.

The Patrol Crawler ignored Bunnie’s cries and kept a firm red grip on her arm. She was the last to be led out of the room. Rouge and whoever was left followed, trying to find out why this was happening.

In the main casino room, it was pure chaos. Between the protests of the prostitutes and the whirring of the Crawlers, there was screaming and running and clanging. The Crawlers seemed to want to take everyone they could. Men were even being brought out of the sex rooms in mid climax. Some were brought from the bar, some from the slot machines. Most of them were putting up a fight and getting hit in the head with the giant shields. I imagine everything as a panning, zooming, giant directorial extravaganza plastered all over a big movie screen, and so I described the casino scene right out of my head, exactly what I thought I would see if I were a casual observer, and really, I should do that more often. It’s a good way to sound not . . . dumb. The point is that sometimes I do things because they would look right on the big screen, and other times I’m just rushing a “good” idea I had. What results is a jumbled mix of sometimes enjoyable, sometimes awful writing. But it’s the style that everyone has seen me use, so why the fuck shouldn’t I continue doing it? Exactly.

And the ones who weren’t taken were picking up the piles of rings that were dropped.

But, you see, this is part of a plan.

‘All animals isolated are to be brought to me for. . . . . . .

**********

. . . . . . Robotosization.”

“And you actually think it will work?”

“It’ll work if I get most of the animals out of the Casino. Oh come now, Snively, you knew as well as I did that they were a reserve.”

“I completely forgot.”

Robotnik grinned under his collar.

“And, just to prove a point to you, I also sent for most of my beloved girls as well.”

“Sir, you surprise me.”

“Yes. This should bring us above our quota, don’t you think?”

“It should, sir, just as long as you don’t have any other ideas, or there aren’t any other complications.” Robotnik and Snively’s conversations are becoming more and more like dialogue and less description. I don’t think it is a product of laziness but more like I felt comfortable doing it. Only later do I truly realize that it really doesn’t do me any good to keep the same thing going on for so goddamn long. But that’s not until Friday, I don’t think.

“Just as long as a certain little runaway doesn’t give me any more . . . . . . . .

**********

. . . . . . . . . . . . Trouble!!”

Manic and Ashura just stared at Nack,, at the back of the casino, covered in mud, and they were laughing their heads off.

“This ain’t no fucking joke!!!”

Nack grabbed Manic around the neck.

“I gotta call the Doc!”

And with that, he dropped Manic and ran off.

Manic got off the ground and shrugged. This all could have been a lot funnier if I just said “fuck you” to the gimmick, but nope. And, notice the really, really, really broken sentences. I could have said a lot of this in one paragraph.

“What’s his problem?”

“I don’t know, but I haven’t seen him like this in awhile.”

They both looked over to where Nack had come from. The Hill Top Zone.

“Now what?”

Ashura thought for a second.

“We can see what he’s babbling about. You still have that telescope?”

“Uh, actually, I . . . . . . . . I sold it.”

Ashura groaned.

“Great.”

“Well, we can always steal it back.” Manic smiled. Useless subplot used to just make time pass so much slower. And all of this backtracking and perspective changing is because, well, this day marks the day that Sketchy started getting so much harder to write. Sonic’s perspective, specifically, and so this is really stalling until the inspiration comes. Might as well fill it with lots and lots of plot background, right?

“Good idea,” Ashura smirked a little, but he still wasn’t relishing the idea of stealing. Not his style. “Ok, who has . . . . . . .

**********

. . . . . . . It?

At least, that’s what he meant to say.

Pockey nodded. And we’re back with Antoine. It was about halfway through this day that I decided “Hey, what if Antoine, instead of having an annoying French accent, had a speech impediment instead?! Oh, that’s so cool! I fucking rock!” and so I ignored what had happened in Monday and Tuesday and just went with my instincts. Yeah, yeah, it paid off because, well, I won’t admit that it was a mistake.

They were all standing at the location they thought was correct. Sonic had made them memorize the drawing he made in the dirt. Referencing something that didn’t happen.

It was at the very edge of the Oil Ocean, where the sand met with the black sludge. The purple death fluid stopped coming awhile back, but was no doubt still advancing. Antoine kneeled down and focused his sight on the silos set in sludge. Knelt down. Kneeled isn’t even a word. Or is it? The mystery of the English language.

Let’s begin, he means to say.

At his side, he brought the bag of grenades to his front. He reached in the bag and brought out a Crabmeat claw and pointed it as best he could at the silo, just like he practiced a day or so before.

And he fired.

It sailed in an arc to the nearest support tube of the silo and collapsed it. The group of ten took a step back and watched as it tipped over . . . . . . . . .

Over . . . . . . .

And it splashed into the black void. It started waves of rolling oblivion towards the group. They ducked down to the ground when the wave hit the sandy shore. This actually draws attention to themselves, but they, uh, needed to do it to find the . . . valves. Or some fucking shit. Shut up. When I actually learn more things I can actually make technobabble that makes sense. Until then, roll with it. Or . . . don’t . . . read. Yeah.

Like Sonic said, the important thing was not to worry. ‘The black water would be catapulted straight into the air and back down. You may get small amounts on you, but just don’t catch on fire and you should be okay.’

‘Also, as soon as the silo tips, the oil will catch fire. The place you need to go for the valves is one of the only places not burning.’

And he drew a map in the dirt. Just making sure that this did happen. Right. Just because I didn’t write it and Sonic never mentions it, that doesn’t mean that I’m trying too hard, right?

Yes, it was catching fire, alright.

Yup, it was advancing to the shore.

Yessir, it sure was hot. This smart-assed thing here is me realizing that I need to get back to the important perspective soon.

This was the sign that it was time to find the valves.

Antoine meant to say Let’s go, and everyone . . . . . . .

**********

. . . . . . . . . . . . . Left.

Then he darted to the right. Okay, we’re coming up on the big war sequence, Private Ryan style, and while it is very narrow in it’s perspective, and at times, once again, there are discrepancies in the spelling, I uh, well I am quite proud of it. Nothing but pain, pain, and more pain for everyone. Remember, this was originally supposed to happen on Tuesday, and if it did, Knuckles would have been introduced a little earlier. But of course, me, in my infinite wisdom, decided that Sally and the Freedom Fighters needed more screen time, so it’s extra horrible when they end up getting captured. This was back when I cared about sympathetic characters and actually wanted them all to be likable, as if being in a TV show and a videogame wasn’t enough already. Actually, I’m starting to think now that making this entire series a lot more detached and uncomfortable would have been for the better, but back then I lived more in the moment and didn’t think about what graves I would be digging for myself in the future. This all changes, however, during the production of Thursday and Friday, since then is when I started writing Knothole and ? and all that shit. So I started getting better. Okay, fuck myself, back to this.

Sally, Tails, and everyone else, the hard assed men and the pregnant women, were watching Sonic dart over the green and the red throwing grenades. Every time his foot hit the ground a small fire appeared.

At first, the ‘bots were taken by surprise, then they fired. All shots were concentrated at Sonic, at the one blue blur. This blur ran up to the stone structures where the Motobugs were, and threw grenades at them. They fired back, and he barely dodged a hail of bullets as he dove for cover. When Sonic stayed at a point for too long, the grass caught fire.

You can never dodge a bullet every time, but you can try. QUOTE FROM THE COMIC!!!

He ducked and rolled faster, almost faster than the eye could follow. Crabmeats and Buzzbombers could be faintly seen launching grenades at Sonic, and exploding behind him in a linear line. These were hundreds of ‘bots converging on one point, throwing grenades at a blue blur with red running underneath him.

The crowd gasped when a grenade exploded near Sonic and made him tumble down a small grass hill, but thankfully out of any Motobugs’ range.

He was still. The ‘bots were closing in. The crowd held their breaths. Suspense.

They cheered and applauded when he got up. And he started running again. WHEW! I thought he was gonna die for sure!!

Sonic pulled a grenade from the sac and threw it at the closest cluster of ‘bots. Then he was running again.

From a distance, the crowd was in an uproar, cheering Sonic on. As you probably caught, I’m imagining this as a film. What I’d see in a movie is what I’d write.

He dodged a grenade and threw one back.

Debris rained from the sky, and all of the marijuana plants were knocked over.

Sonic jumped on top of a Neutron rocketing towards him He took control and aimed it towards some Motobugs still on the knoll with the Marble structures. He steered the ‘bot to one and jumped off at the last second.

They collided, and parts flew everywhere.

Sonic hit the ground rolling and threw some grenades behind him. Not once did he look behind him. All of this is supposed to be somewhat of a tease, like, this is the only time it really appears like they can win. It’s all downhill from here.

He was running back to the group, and as he did he picked up some debris and kept going. Many grenades were lobbed his way and he came out of their range. He dove over the hill and landed on the other side, in the midst of the cheering group.

**********

Well, that sucked.

I looked back over the hill and saw some Buzzbombers heading this way. The Crabmeats and the Caterkillers were still on the Marble hill.

“Here,” I distributed the guns, the first one going to Tails. Everyone grabbed it and looked at it for a sec, searching for the button on the side.

“This is it, people. Let’s . . . . . . . aww, fuck it, let’s just go.” One of my favorite lines out of the series. I just couldn’t think of something uplifting to write.

I jump over the hill and hit the nearest frowning Buzzbomber I saw. It rocketed somewhere to the grass out of sight. I heard the sound of whirring pistols behind me. Immediately it begins.

I looked around.

About . . . . . . Ten of them.

Spread out in a whatever formation.

I needed help on this one.

I jumped into the air and rabbit punched the nearest one. A shot of pain went through my wrist.

A Buzzbomber reeled in, ready to strike with its stinger. I jumped over the top of him, at the last second.

Any time now, kids, you can start helping me. I don’t know why I decided to drag out the eventual fighting back of the freedom fighters, since they already learned how to do it in Tuesday. Bullshit suspense, I guess, like in a Brian de Palma film.

I leaned back and caught hold of the ‘bot’s head. I fell straight back, snapping it’s neck.

Die, Buzz bitch. COMIC QUOTE!!!!

As I got up to the ground, I caught a glimpse of the broken ‘bot. A piece of the animal inside flopped out of the orifice in the neck.

I turned away to the next one who wanted to fuck with me. It turned out to be a Caterkiller.

Excellent.

I bent my knees far so I almost touched the ground, and I rocketed into the air. All of his moves are so complicated. Jesus . . .

Then I finally heard it. Gunfire. The group was shooting at things. This was good.

I allowed myself a look below. They were doing a good job of killing everything in their sights. There were in no immediate danger.

Unless you count the heat. It’s still broken despite the tremendous amount of action that is . . . happening. And by making everything all complicated and intricate I’m probably, one, fucking myself for later, and two, confusing everyone. And should I care? Should I fix it? Probably. Probably.

I rolled into a ball and came down hard on the Caterkiller’s head. Through the metal I felt fur, and bone.

And blood.

And most of all, I felt like puking. Right now it’s in past tense but it’ll switch to present soon enough. Either I keep the danger of living in the moment or I add a degree of sadness to it by keeping it in retrospect, and to facilitate this, of course, I added a plot explanation for this discrepancy. I’ll fix it to present in the re-edit, though, and I really think it will be better that way. The scene switches to the final day are enough for the self-reflection.

Suddenly, I heard whirring. Loud whirring, from a big machine.

I looked ahead of me, to the marble hill. There was a single Motobug, slightly scorched, turning to fire on the group.

Shit. I missed one.

“Get under the hill!!!” I yelled to the group to my left.

And the firing started. Everyone dove to the ground and pointed guns in the air.

I ducked low and ran to the cowering group. They were sweating from the heat. I risked getting shot in the face and looked over the hill.

Buzzbombers and Crabmeats were closing in. I turned to everyone.

“When I start running, everybody go the opposite direction! DON’T STOP MOVING!” They were all breathing hard from the heat, the searing, unbearable, trying heat that tested your faith, and your resolve.

I stood up and ran to the left, running distraction.

I would have to take this one on by hand. He seemed to be the last Motobug left.

And he was out in the open. Here I’m making shit up and hoping no one will notice, once again.

I kept running in an arc, up the hill. I felt fire beneath my feet. Bullets ran in a line behind me. Clumps of burning grass flew up and hit me in my back.

Cauterization. A big word.

You see, my feet pound on the ground hard when I run. The ground here isn’t very strong. It sinks and catches fire by the lava underneath.

A couple years ago, there was an accident here. The flame from the lave backed up into the valves and almost got back to the Oil Ocean. It was at a critical moment that the Doc fixed it so the flow stopped when it did.

The price is the Marble Zone being hell.

A Buzzbomber flew in front of me and I pounded it with my broken fist. It crumpled to the ground. My knuckles twisted to the side, and it hurt No period at the end of that sentence, for some odd reason. Maybe I was gonna add something else to it later but forgot. .

I realized I probably shouldn’t hit them as much anymore, and to get back to the basics.

I ran my hand across my back, and I smiled. I kept running.

I arced around to the last standing Motobug and rolled into a ball.

Déjà vu as friction went all around me.

Déjà vu as I landed with one hand on the ground.

This is fun.

More fun than it should be. A surprising amount of time went into writing this war scene, unbelievably enough. It is what pushed the release of this day back about a month, and when I finally did get it finished, I realized how much further I had to go, and the ending with the giant red guy is somewhat of a cheat. (We’ll get to that when we get to it).

I looked behind me and I saw grenades hailing over the small hill. I saw the group of animals running in a straight line.

“Spread out!” I yelled to them.

Boom. A grenade exploded behind me. Marble went everywhere.

And suddenly I’m on my face a few feet forward.

The sound fades.

The light fades.

Shit no. No no no no no no no no. Don’t pass out. Don’t do it.

Get up.

Get up you little shit.

Stop being a little bitch and start doing some fucking damage.

I groan.

The sound and the light comes back. One of my favorite films is Saving Private Ryan, as you can tell with the description of the sound fade. I tried to disguise it, though.

Only about halfway. The background is blurry and so are the animals.

I saw the Crabmeat that threw the grenade at me.

And my switch flipped to automatic. I read over the previous days and threw this line in again.

I grabbed his eye stock with one hand and ripped as hard as I could. It came away easy. I lifted my foot and brought it down on his face.

100 points. From videogame research, which I felt needed to be more prominent in the story.

And he was done. A small furry hand poked out.

So I went to the next.

This one took a chunk out of me, but I could ignore it now.

Time for pain later.

I do the same for the next one.

It was much simpler now. I could only see behind me and in front of me. Everything was squished and easier to control. Excellent.

And I do it to the next.

Then the next.

And I can feel the voice smile at me, even though voices aren’t supposed to be able to. A cheated end to a scene that once again segues into more gimmicky distractions. More stalling because Sonic at this point is so hard to stick with. Also, I was having trouble thinking of new and gory ways for ‘bots to die.

**********

“So, sir. Why are you so confident about everything?”

“Well, my dear boy, you know I’m always in a good mood after I design something new. So, I’m just being optimistic.”

“Sir, I keep forgetting to ask. How are you handling the runaway?”

“Heheh. I have a surprise for him, Snively. Since he’s trying to escape with those subjects of his, I decided to be rougher with him.” This conversation is WAY too short and is just a tool to show what the Doc and Snively are doing as Nack is trying like hell to contact them.

The com . . . . . . . . .

**********

. . . . . . . . Rang.

Once.

Twice.

Then a busy signal.

“Come on, come on, HURRY UP!!” In the Sketchy world, Nack is a loyal servant of Robotnik, one who gives loads of respect to his overlord, and he is equally respected in return by Robotnik. Just something else I decided would be different from the same old cliché. Can’t really talk, though.

Nack, in the middle of the casino, ignoring the miles of customers looting everything in sight.

The ‘bots had left a short while ago with the subjects. In a sense, his plan had succeeded.

Depends on how you look at it, really.

He was trying to call the Doctor on the com line near the blackjack tables. The ‘bots there stared at the rings being looted off the table as if it was normal.

“Have a nice day,” They would say. Funny, that’s exactly what the prostitutes inside would have said. Again, another throwback to the previous days.

Nack hit the wall.

“Fuck!!” He’s like Joe Pesci, has his own little anger trademarks.

He tried . . . . . . . . .

**********

. . . . . . . Again.

Shadow had beat her own record. Her smile got bigger.

She stretched her legs a little and leaned against the wall.

Then the intercom clicked on.

“Shadow,” The Docs voice came on. “Get up here. I have something for you to do.”

As if it were possible, her grin grew wider.

She started to walk out of the room, when she spat on the floor. I probably should have put the two/three Robotnik scenes together instead of cutting them in half with the Nack scene. Just to make it seem like a longer and more significant scene. As for Shadow spitting all the time, don’t ask me. It looks stupid to me now.

**********

“That com call was from the Patrol Crawlers. They got the new subjects and are escorting them to the Scrap Brain Zone.”

“I still can’t believe you would give up all of your ladies.”

“Not all, Snively, just most.”

“Still, it’s quite a gesture. But why did you call Shadow up here?”

Eggman smiled. The com rang again.

“I want her to see . . . . . . . WAY too short, I’m tellin ya.

**********

. . . . . . It.

It was at the center of the giant fireball. A control burn.

The only place that wasn’t on fire that they could see.

It was a black pool located around a small metal ring, protected from the oncoming heat. It was under a large tube, shielded from the sun. The area was unlit.

But not for long.

So Pockey was the first to say it.

“Here I go.”

He took a deep breath, and smiled back at his friends.

“Wish me luck.”

He jumped into the muck and disappeared. Bubbles came to the surface and popped. More animals die here than at the actual battle.

**********

Ashura smiled. “This was too easy. I’m glad those metal assholes took him, or else we’d be putting up a slight sweat stealing this thing.”

“Speak for yourself.”

Manic shouldered the telescope. They were both walking up the spiral staircase to the roof of the casino.

“So, what exactly did you trade him for this?”

“One night with his girlfriend.”

Ashura laughed.

“Like that one movie?”

“Yep, and that idiot never saw it either.”

“I suppose that’s a good thing.” It’s Indecent Proposal they’re talking about, in case you didn’t know. Hell, they parodied it in Kingpin, I’m sure you all knew what I was talking about.

Ashura climbed the top stair and steered the scope over to the edge of the building.

“There, I think we may be able to see the Oil Ocean from here.”

“Ok, me first.”

Ashura set the scope down and put his hand on the lens. He kept his eyes lowered to the scope as Manic put his eye on the eye piece.

“Make sure you point it right this time.”

“I am, I am, don’t worry.” I enjoyed writing the banter between these two. Awesome chemistry, and even if what they said wasn’t funny all the time, hell, at least I thought it was.

He pointed it at the horizon.

“Ok, try it. Look for what that moron was bitchin about.”

“I can’t see shit. Did you leave the lens cap on?”

“Course not!”

“Then how come I only see black?!”

“Dude, you have to open your eye first. Stupid fucker . . . . .”

“It IS open! All I see is black.”

“Oh . . . . . Shit!”

Manic looked up to see Ashura’s gaze fixed on the horizon.

He stood up. He looked with the less jewelry covered hedgehog.

And the reaction was pretty much the same. You see, because it was . . . burning . . . and the black smoke covered . . .

**********

“Smoke . . . . . . From where? . . . . . . Are you sure? . . . . . . . What were you doing there? . . . . I see . . . . . Right . . . . . . . . No, it’s fine, I can deal with it . . . . . . . Ok, thank you, Nack, for doing this . . . . Yes, I know it’s not your fault. Don’t worry . . . . you will be rewarded. Bye.” He’s talking to Nack.

Click.

“Who was that.” No question mark. It’s a statement.

“Snively, call the ‘bots guarding door 002 and tell them to go to the Oil Ocean Zone. Dispatch some cleaning ‘bots in a few hours.”

“Why, sir?”

“It’s on fire.” I can get away with this shit because I wrote Jaspul!!!!! FUCK YOU ALL!!!

**********

It was two minutes later when Pockey’s body finally floated to the surface. For a short time, nobody moved.

Then another dove in. The only short insert that really works, but I’m still stalling.

**********

The background is still blurry, and so are the animals.

But like that stops me.

Like it matters if I think different when I kick a ‘bots head in.

A Crabmeat came at me and I totally annihilated it.

100 points.

Like it matters if I discover the meaning of life when I destroy it.

I heard the familiar sound of a Neutron popping from the ground and starting its rockets.

Here, I’ll tell you right now what the meaning of fucking life is! Okay, once again, we are getting to the part where I had to re-write the same material over and over and over again, so a lot of this is shoehorned from different attempts and notes I would think of ahead of time. Usually I’d write for about two days and then stop for the rest of the week, and it was always when the battle scene with Sonic came around. It was much, much harder than it looks. An ordeal, if you will. But I think it’s worth it, since this day is once of my favorites.

I fell on my back and kicked into the air. I connected and the Neutron flew into pieces. Blood hit my face.

The meaning of life is simply to live it the way you want to. If that means killing other things for you to be happy, then so fucking be it! One of the main ideas of Satanism, but I didn’t know it at the time. But it’s okay, since I’m not really that original anyway.

I got up and looked around. The animals were a little more spread out. This was good.

Wait. No, that isn’t right. This is an answer to the previous paragraph. You see, it’s going in a rhythm now. I do that a lot later, I think.

Fuck you. And me breaking the pattern.

By now, the knuckles on both of my hands were broken.

So, what is it this time? If I were the main character, I would have something good to say.

Fuck you. And now the screw what I had just written and just have a conversation with myself. I mean, Sonic. Yeah.

That isn’t right because that’s the Doctor’s way of thinking.

So what?

I’m not like him.

How do you know?

. . . . . . . What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Nothing. Obvious patchwork. I was just rushing to say everything already and get on with the day, but of course, I had to have the philosophy in there somewhere. All of this is way too messy for me, and extremely painful to read through. I’ll try not to do this ever again.

And suddenly, everything was clear again. I shook my head side to side to clear the bloody cobwebs.

Then I saw it. It was hidden under a couple stone blocks, but it was there. The sun reflected off the metal and was that of a beacon.

I looked back to the spread out group of animals. Okay, so he killed some things and now he just happens to see the egg prison. That’s not a character or plot thing, it’s just the writer rushing everything. Originally, this was going to be much longer. The official reason is because of the deadline, but the real reason is because I was just lazy.

Sally and Tails were holding guns and firing at Caterkillers. For being slaves for all their lives, they were all putting up a very good fight. I didn’t see anyone missing.

Sally.

Or Tails.

I need help moving this big hunk of stone out of the way. This way I can get to the Egg prison and slow down the ‘bots a little.

This way they can all leave.

Pick and choose, flip a coin. Sally or Tails. It’s not a question of which one I need. It’s a question of which one I WANT to help me. Which one I’d rather be closer to. This is the pressure of inserting more sexual tension to make MC happy, but it’s also to make Sonic appear more flawed. He’s a real indecisive jerk when it comes to these two women.

Decisions, decisions.

“Hey, Tails! I need you for a sec!!” He chooses Tails so I can make him feel guilty later when Sally dies. It’s all fake, people! YOU’RE JUST TOOLS!

**********

Nack looked around the corner for the thousandth time. Rouge was nowhere to be seen. A sort of sarcastic homage to the first day.

So he stepped around it and kept looking from side to side. He walked forward and his eyes fell to his muddy suit. He sighed.

“I just got this washed . . .”

“WHAT THE FUCK!!”

She always did that to him. Nack was still startled at her jumping out at him. He thought about where she managed to hide herself as he backed against the wall.

“Rouge, baby, what do you mean?” He tried acting innocent. Obviously.

“What happened to everyone?! Why were they carried off by ’bots?!!” Rouge moved forward, her hands balled into fists.

Nack kept silent as she moved closer to him, with fire in those bat eyes of hers.

“Answer me!!”

Nack was still silent when she grabbed him by his collar. Her face was inches close to his.

“I know you’re fucking in on it, Nack! Don’t lie to me.”

He didn’t say a thing.

Rouge was breathing heavy and tightening her grip on his neck. Even though he was turning a little blue, his expression did not change.

A single drop of sweat fell down Nack’s forehead, but his expression did not change.

He was smiling.

“I love it when you get angry.” These tense confrontations are the best.

His hand went to the back of her head.

The red faded slightly from here eyes. TYPO!!

“There’s only about five of us left. What the fuck is going on?!” Obvious exposition.

**********

“We’re going to have to delay Robotosization until tomorrow morning. How far is this going to set us back?”

“I don’t know, sir. I don’t know what else you have planned.”

“Funny. Well, we should be ok.”

“If you say so, sir. After all, what do I know?”

“Shut up.”

The door opened.

“Ah, Shadow. I’m afraid I have some bad news.” It’s Shadow. I didn’t explain that, but Shadow came in. She was the one that opened the door. Good. Glad we’re all on the same page.

**********

Third try’s a charm.

Two bodies were floating on the surface when Irene, three months pregnant, dove in. I figure around here people would be getting bored so just for kicks and for reestablishing the state of these fucking animals, pun, I made good old Irene pregnant. Because I can. Because if she wasn’t I’d have to actually establish her character before killing her so you‘d all feel sympathetic.

Three bodies were floating on the surface when Tom dove in.

Four when Agnes went.

Then the real trouble started. GASP!!!

**********

Manic and Ashura had run as fast as they could, and managed to make it in four minutes.

“Holy fuck, man, this can’t be good.” Ashura had said while trying to slow down enough for Manic to catch up. A reminder that Ashura is the better model. I kept forgetting.

“Yeah, no shit.”

They both skidded to a stop at the half flaming Oil Ocean. They both thanked their creator that half of it was divided from the other, else the entire zone would be ablaze.

Like the Marble Zone.

Manic and Ashura stared at the burning zone, then took off running along the shore.

**********

I watched Tails run her hand across her forehead and give me a look of sub-understanding.

“It’s simple,” I said while fire raged around and beneath us. This is after we cleared the stones away and the Egg Prison stood there, slightly moving from the struggle inside. “You give me a boost so I can get on top. You keep a lookout for any ‘bots. Got it?”

She nodded.

I looked back at my group. This interlude with Sally and Rotor’s brother was added at the last minute, and I regret doing it. It seems to destroy the mystery surrounding Rotor, as before he seemed more like a part of Sonic’s mind rather than actually existing.

**********

A Neutron rocketed towards Sally. She calmly raised her gun and fired.

The projectile hit the ‘bot in the head and spun it out of control. It crashed somewhere in the grass to her left and exploded in a blaze of fire, metal, and blood.

An animal torso popped out.

Sally turned away and ran back to her scattered group of 20. It seems that all of the ‘bots were dead and in less numbers. Everyone was just mopping up now.

Sweat ran out of Sally’s fur and down her legs. She was tired, hot, and on the brink of dehydration, but ironically it was the best she ever felt in her life. I was remembering a Dan Drazen story here and the image of that was in my mind instead of this.

Sally allowed herself a smile as she came up to one of her acquaintances firing upon the corpse of a Caterkiller.

“Shit!” The walrus said wiping some blood off of his feet. Breathing very heavily, he turned and smiled at Sally. Giant drops of sweat hung from his chin. “Fucker took a chunk outa me.” He pointed at his feet. “Shoulda fired at his head first.” Spiked balls lay scattered around him.

Sally’s eyes fell to the corpse behind him. She quickly looked back at the walrus and forced a smile.

“Come on,” she said. Sally grabbed him by the elbow and walked away with him in tow. She decided right away not to tell him that he just killed his brother Rotor. I also could have been more subtle about it instead of going for shock value.

**********

They were doing fine. He he. Joke.

Hey, I didn’t say they were doing perfectly. Joke ruined.

“Gimme a boost.”

Tails just stared at me for a second, then approached me.

“Hey, what . . . . ?”

Suddenly she slipped her arms under my armpits and interlocked her fingers over the gun pressed against my back. She twirled her two tails in a helicopter motion and we lifted off the ground.

How the hell does she do that? How indeed. If this were more realistic it wouldn’t be able to happen.

I heard the flap flap flap of the living blades in the wind. Tails’ body was pressed so tight against mine I could feel her heart beat even through the half blue plastic and my skin. I’m getting into a more comfortable style here, as for the first time I started reading Bret Easton Ellis as well. The Rules of Attraction, I think. No, wait, Glamorama.

I felt her set me down on the top of the Egg Carrier. It was another second before she let me go. She took a step back and I saw her smiling.

“Not what I had in mind, but thanks.”

Her smile faded slightly. “No problem, I guess.”

And she lifted into the air and flew back down.

I looked down to my chest. Her sweat was all over it. Me trying to desperately cram more sexual tension into this, since I realized that I had missed so many opportunities to do so in the last day.

**********

The Egg Prison.

This is just the nickname, of course. There was a technical name at some point, but it was lost somewhere in oblivion.

Cut back to way earlier, in the past, back when I was still in some way content with myself with watching movies in Robotnik’s projector room.

We were watching . . . . . Lock Up, I think it was. A prison flick. Lock Up was on TV once and it was the first prison movie that came to my mind.

I remember trying hard as I could to get into the movie when Robotnik started talking in the middle of it.

“You know, I built a prison once,” he said.

“Really.” I wasn’t really that interested at the time. I just wanted him to shut up.

“Yeah. And much like the prison in this movie, this was the type of prison where you don’t go to be rehabilitated. You go to die.”

Distracting.

“This was the first thing I had ever patented, and even in those humble beginnings it was for the use of power.” This was all just made up on the spot, too. I can do weird things when it comes to Robotnik and his past.

I leaned forward and strained my ears, but it was no use. The sound of the movie seemed to be on mute. The Doctor’s voice was the only thing I could hear.

“It was built out of the purest form of steel and had a fusion generator on the inside. Highly unstable. A small suction unit was built around the sides, coming out of several small holes. These holes were made large enough to suck in very small animals. You see where I’m going with this?”

Who cares? You brought me here to watch the movie.

“The air would be sucked through the holes in through a filter and back out again through the bottom. This way, you could push it along the ground, sucking up small animals into the main chamber.”

“Uh huh.” Yeah, sure, right, I’m listening. Fucker.

“In the main chamber, I built the fusion reactor to suck up energy rather than give it off. The resulting energy from the reactor could power anything nearby as long as it was hooked up to the port on the side.” Technobabble. The message is what’s important.

Next to the suction holes.

“Ten birds, for example, could power a mainframe computer for 2 weeks, without rest. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Sonic, but a lot of energy comes from living things.”

No, I’ve just noticed that a lot of noise comes from living things.

“My invention was not well received. Because of the controversy of sucking the life from those animals, activists managed to convince the professor to cut the funding to my project.

“I was the laughing stock of the scientific community. My associates coined the phrase ‘Egg Prison’ because of its shape, and I was called ‘Eggman.’ The machine was brilliant, an efficient power source that could be used on a global scale, but because of the thick headedness of some people, just because my machine took away the lives of living creatures, it was rejected.”

Touching story. It IS.

“I hate small animals,” I said, hoping that it would hint for him to shut up. Sonic’s comment was a quote from a fanfic I read once. It was the parody of Endgame, I think. “No one likes small animals!” Funny shit.

It did, but something was still bothering me. Nagging.

The sound hadn’t returned to the movie for me. Robotnik, ‘Eggman’, somewhere seated behind me in the pitch black room, was most likely staring at the screen watching the movie, but . . . . . .

I had this . . . . feeling . . . . . . Like he was staring at me. I could feel his eyes at the back of my head.

It was stupid, I know, but it was bothering the hell out of me. It’s scarier if you actually experience it.

And the movie was almost over.

So, I turned around.

His eyes looked like they glowed red. Ah, the color that would become much more important and I would surely milk the shit out of it.

“Why do you do all of this, then,?”

Silence.

“I mean, you’ve already failed with trying to gain acceptance. And this place I know enough about to figure out that you’re obviously striving for something important to you. So, why?”

I could see the outline of his head lower, but his eyes remained in the same spot. This might be foreshadowing.

**********

“I wanted to do something great for my kind,” the Eggman said. “At first they didn’t realize the method behind the ‘madness,’ but they just need a little push. A tiny shove over the edge. Then they will truly understand me, and soon I will finally get the respect I deserve . . . . .”

There it is again. Another gimmick.

Funny. The last time I remembered him saying that I could of sworn it was shorter. Simpler. This requires some explanation, I think. Maybe you already know this, but I never planned for things to change in Sonic’s attitude. It was just my writing style evolving, which Sonic fell victim to. I starting noticing some discrepancies in the text about halfway through writing Wednesday, but instead of fixing the older days, which I assumed everyone had already read, I decided to just provide a plot explanation. If I could go back I really would do it differently. It’s amazing how ashamed I am of the first days, because I don’t even see a story anymore. I just see some asshole pretending he can write. And I hate feeling that way.

I can’t even trust myself anymore. Anything I remember is probably buried under sardonic attitude and a bratty exterior.

Deal with it. That’s not supposed to be a Rules of Attraction quote, I don’t think.

My fingers were under the metal paneling of the Egg Prison and I was prying with all my might. Under it I was looking for a giant red button.

I could tell you right now that I killed Robotnik and you wouldn’t know if it was true or not.

And yet . . . . .

Nah. Couldn’t be. Another gimmick, and another plot explanation for my shifting past/present tense. Again, something I’d fix if I had the chance.

From below, somewhere in Hell, I heard Tails yell to me:

“Come on, Sonic, don’t give up! Give it the old college try!”

Heh, shit. The beginning of another running gag that I had forgotten to start up until this point.

My fingers inched deeper into the cover. The pain was fucking unbearable.

Can’t relate? Smash your hand in a car door, then try to pry open a . . . . .metal panel on top of an Egg Prison . . . . . Fuck. Why did I even leave this in? Oh, I’m trying to be funny. I get it.

Hold on . . . . . . .

Ok, I have one. Smash your hand with a hammer repeatedly, then try to jack off.

Um . . . . . Yeah, ok, that’ll work. Improvising writing right here.

Oh, what a paradox. That must be a total mind fucker. Jacking off with broken hands. Pain and pleasure so close together. The lines must be so thin at a moment like that.

Sometimes I wish I could feel like that more often. It would put things in perspective.

The metal plating was torn off. The red button stared at me.

Without hesitation, I pressed it. Cliffhanger!!

**********

“So, wait . . . . . . . What?”

“I put two Egg Prisons in the Marble Zone.”

“Really. And what do you hope to accomplish by doing this?”

“Oh, just throwing a curve ball at the batter, is all. One’s a fake, one’s a real one. The fake one will alert the ‘bots hiding behind the hill. The real one is hidden much more expertly.”

Snively just stared. Shadow was grinning at her creator.

“As soon as they call, you can head down there, Shadow.”

Ring. I’m really just seeing if people are paying attention, but I probably ruin that experiment with how vague I am.

**********

Nack and Rouge sat across from each other in the changing room. Outside somewhere, were three nicely stacked prostitutes sitting in chairs waiting anxiously for someone to emerge.

Rouge stared daggers into Nack’s eyes.

He smiled. “Something on your mind?”

“Don’t fucking play games with me! You betrayed everyone, my closest friends! Bunnie! I was talking with Bunnie moments before they took her! Everything was NORMAL, you asshole!”

“Ok, just chill out . . . .”

“Chill out?! I should break your neck, you little . . . . . .”

**********

. . . . . . . Shit!” Not this goddamned hell again.

“Now what’s happening?”

“Shhh!”

Sera pressed her ear against the wall harder. She strained to hear.

“Now mommy’s yelling more. Something about his fault that everyone’s gone . . . . . . She doesn’t care that the Chemical Plant Zone is fucked up . . . . . I must have forgotten to put quotes at the end of this one.

“Boooorrrring . . . .”

Amy yawned.

“Come on, let’s go do something else.”

“No, I wanna hear.”

Amy stared at Sera’s back. Something was wrong with her voice.

“Why?”

Sera remained silent, trying to hear. Amy walked closer.

“Wait . . . . you’re scared, aren’t you?”

A teardrop hit the ground. Things happen a little too suddenly in this too. And the quotes structure is a little confusing.

“I . . . . . . just don’t want him to get hurt . . . . .” Her voice barely above a whisper.

**********

It was when Dulcy’s body floated to the surface when Antoine finally got pissed enough to yell at everyone. Oh yeah. Dulcy. She’s not a dragon in this. Or maybe she is. I never say.

Incoherently.

In the middle of his fit his eyes noticed a movement across the shore.

Two green blurs amidst the smoke, moving at high speeds. They stopped moving along the shore and looked his direction. Their eyes met.

The two green hedgehogs smiled, big, evil smiles, then started walking towards the group.

‘Shit!’ Antoine might have said.

The group of ten looked at the hedgehogs, then looked at their leader, waiting for an order of what to do.

Antoine couldn’t explain it, but he knew the two were no good. It was the way they were smiling, the way they walked, and the way they pounded their fists into their hands.

So, Antoine, ugly half-breed, poster child, brave retard, told the group, in the clearest voice he had ever spoken:

“Attack.”

The last thing he saw before he dove into the murky void was all of the animals running at the intruders.

Then, darkness. And silence. Antoine didn’t breath in as he kicked, kicked, kicked as hard as he could. This part where Antoine is under the oil wasn’t originally going to be this long, but I liked the idea of being in murky black water by one’s self for an extended period of time, and so I kept writing.

He had learned to swim at an early age, back when his life was simpler and he was high everyday.

Now, his feet hurt along with his lungs, and opening his eyes was futile since it would do him no good.

Let’s see . . . . . . Sonic said to keep going down until he hit metal. It would take about two minutes.

It would be close.

Antoine sucked his cheeks in to use his reserve air.

He guessed that he was about halfway.

As oxygen deprivation soon started to kick in, thoughts roamed free in his mind.

Like how good Sally looked the last time he saw her.

Like how good she would feel pressed against him, breathing heavily.

Like how he sincerely thought about killing that blasted hedgehog and taking his place in her life.

Antoine would have grinned if he’d have thought it was safe to. I had it a little more mind trippy but I changed it in favor of using it again later.

Suddenly, his hand hit metal.

He went right to work, following the information Sonic gave him. Turning the valves as hard as he could.

It scared him for a second to think that it was stuck.

And that he was running out of air.

And that he was running out of time.

He brought his chest closer to the hard surface of the valve and put his weight into turning it.

Slowly, it budged.

Then faster, and further.

The he could do it with one hand. That’s supposed to say “Then.”

As far as it could go, he turned it. Then he kicked off of it with his feet.

The long ride to the top.

Slowly, Antoine let out his breath. His lungs and feet felt like they were burning with the same fire.

But at least he completed his mission.

It was not much later that Antoine’s head broke the surface of the murk, and he got out of the oil.

He ignored somebody’s body that he bumped into and felt his way to the platform. Here I got inspiration to write Sonic’s perspective and so I sped up the recovery.

When he got on, he shook his head from side to side and fell on his back.

“Don’t forget to breath,” Sonic had told him, and so Antoine took deep, quick breaths. It’s supposed to be “breathe.”

He wiped the oil out of his eyes and opened them.

An immediately he saw the two green hedgehogs, covered in blood, grinning over him. Because they killed everyone, you see.

**********

In death you can regain the peace you once had. A mixture of lines I thought up that I couldn’t fit anywhere. So I just started using them here. For no reason. It’s not supposed to make any sense, really, just some author’s notes.

In death everything is either good or bad. Black and white.

Simple.

Life is like Hell to me now, so would Hell be like Heaven?

Would Heaven be like Life? Would I want to die there, too? Would I get bored there . . . . . too?

Ok, now I’m rambling.

Finish your movie.

And don’t forget to breath. This may mean something later, though. Who knows.

**********

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Yeah, there it is.

I’m teased again.

I guess I should hate the player and not the game, but right now I wish I was dead.

I’m sitting in the Emerald Hill Zone, on some stupid rock overlooking a small valley.

Off in the distance, a river.

This is two hours after the battle.

After it ended.

After it ended because of me.

My stupid mistake. It’s really a cop-out flashing forward to after the battle instead of sticking with it, but maybe this adds to the frenetic nature of Sonic’s mind. And maybe I was lazy. It’s all just to keep you guessing until the end, mwahahaa.

If I had a gun, I’d shoot myself.

I’m not kidding.

So, the red button was staring me in the face. It was inside the panel I ripped off, and, like I had said, without hesitation, I pressed it.

Stupid stupid stupid stupid.

Something I learned by memorizing the computer banks was that the prison was equipped with a self destruct button. This would insure that incase the fusion generator inside became too unstable, the entire metal casing of the outside of the prison would melt down and encase it.

This button was only for emergencies, and any accidental pressing could be embarrassing, so a panel covering the button was made. It would only pop open if a meltdown was imminent.

Or if it was pried off.

This was my not-so-well-thought-out plan, standing next to my not-so-well-thought-out escape.

I pressed the button.

And instead of melting, the Egg Prison exploded. It’s more repetition and game references. Remember those things that released those bats in the Marble Zone? I hate those.

And, oh, are you gonna love this part. This is my favorite part of the story . . . .

Bat ‘bots flew out. The Egg Prison was a decoy . . . . . . . Mission Impossible reference. Brian de Palma’s best film.

I fell for a MOTHER FUCKING DECOY!!!!! How could I have been so blind?!

I was so close.

We were all so close. Pointless paragraph break. Cirrus is right. Using space so say something that I can’t seem to say any other way.

Well, the explosion knocked Tails down to the hot grass, and that was the last I saw of her before I was catapulted into the air.

I felt my back hit something pointy and rounded, then black out as the reel emptied. I guess it was a good thing I landed on Marble, else I’d fall through the grass to lava.

And it all went downhill from there. Because… it’s in… retrospect.

When I woke up, I was still on the marble hill, only on the other side, where I could sit and think and see everything at once.

The first thing I saw was a statue in front of me, looming tall.

My eyes fell to it’s top. This part may have been MC’s idea, or it was something I remembered him talk about that I just threw in at the last moment. The statue thing, that is.

Robotnik smiled down at me. A smiling, fat, jolly, clown like image of my creator, his and outstretched to me, lovingly. His dead eyes trying to convey sympathy and understanding. This time, nothing at all obstructed his face.

Oh, except my blood sprayed across it. Disturbing or stupid. I’m sure you’re all desensitized by now.

At the base, an inscription:

‘Follow me into paradise, where dreams are real and the day never ends. There is no night.’ Ever so slight tie in there, but nothing too significant. Yet.

I tore my eyes away and looked at how the battle was going.

Turns out the reinforcements were behind the marble hill, and also more were on the way to collect some animals. I could see them coming from the trees in a scattered formation.

My group of about twenty were surprised at the new amount they had to face. New Motobugs, new Buzzbombers, new Crabmeats, and the Bat ‘bots that dive at your eyes.

High score reached.

Some animals fired back, some went for cover.

And suddenly it was a group of about 16 or 18. There were too many shit caliber bullets flying in the air for everybody to make it to cover.

They shouldn’t have fired back.

But they did. Seeing your friend blown to bits does something to you.

A friend and an ally, all across your face.

Automatic.

And everyone that fired at the ‘bots was fired back at.

Me, I was running as fast as I could, but . . . . . .

My leg was broken.

Is. I should have made a better tally of Sonic’s injuries, but luckily I thought of a solution for the beginning of Thursday, which I’ll mention.

I managed to get there when my group was scattered all over hell and it was a group of about 14 or 15.

I dove in cover next to some Squirrel guy. It was hotter than fuck.

“Help us!” and then he was shot in the head. His friend next to him started crying and rolled into a ball. Sweat poured off of his face like a waterfall.

As much as I tried to go automatic again, I couldn’t

Can’t.

It was like it wasn’t real anymore. It was like a really bloody war movie. Yes. My Saving Private Ryan influence shown heavily through Sonic. Movies are my goddamn life and inspiration.

I kept expecting myself to take up the flag and lead the group of about 13 to victory. Just wanting me to do something other than nurse my broken leg and watch the dead Squirrel’s friend slowly burn. Something other than stare.

I imagine myself in Eggman’s theater, watching all of this and getting bored, yelling at the main character to quit being such a little bitch and start doing some fucking damage.

Get more points!! Gain a continue!! Save!! Heavy, heavy game references. I was still playing the games all through this, and I found an emulator for Sonic 3 that didn’t quite work, so I had to settle for only reading the manual.

Only I looked different in the theater this time. I wasn’t blue. I didn’t have spikes along my back. I had . . . . .

Stripes. Stripes isn’t the word I was supposed to use. More like . . . streaks. Or blotches.

On the battlefield, I did nothing. Just watched, just stared, just wondered idly whatever happened to Tails. If she made it like I did.

So I ran around, not worrying about the shots being fired around me. I tried to find the remnants of my group.

Some time later, I realized that the door to the outside was clear.

Animals were making it out.

I stopped running when I found cover and strained to see through the fire and the haze.

One.

Two.

My group of about 10. The numbers game. Where continuity disappears. It’s magic!

Just two so far had made it, but others would follow.

Others would follow. They had to.

My work wasn’t done, but it felt closer to it.

So, I sat down on the stove of the grass.

I closed my eyes.

And sighed. So much space.

I was about to lean back when . . . . .

Then, I looked over and saw her smiling face. Another repeated line, this time put to better use. I would use it again and again, the sentence getting smaller and smaller until Sally was fully Robotosized. MC made that suggestion. He loves the repeated lines.

Sally, bolting for the door. Running as fast as she could.

I watched her wipe the sweat off of her head and keep running.

I watched her try to draw up that extra something to keep her moving.

Then I watched as a Buzzbomber grabbed her.

Snap. Click.

There’s the switch. I DO like the automatic switch/gun gimmicks. There’s something I can be proud of.

Sally, finishing the question. Without her, I was an unfinished sentence . . . .

She was being taken away.

Dot, dot dot. I, however, thought of this one.

I got up and tried to run. The broken bones in my leg pounded against each other and made grinding noises so loud I could hear them over her screams.

I tried. So hard I tried to catch up to her. But it flew up into the air and out of view.

Towards the Death Egg.

To paradise, to live with the demigods.

Forever.

I can’t be sure, but as I pounded the soft ground in frustration, I may have felt a tear go down my face.

Just to be evaporated by the heat. More space. No wonder this thing is so fucking long.

Gone.

Oh well.

I turned around to look at the battlefield. Looked like all the ‘bots were cleaning up, looking for survivors.

On top of the marble, I walked off.

I gave up.

Anybody left would be taken for Robotosization.

Anybody left was as good as dead.

Even if they weren’t captured.

I had long left the Marble Zone when I noticed where I was.

The Emerald Hill Zone.

And I sat on the rock. Maybe being broken up like this is the point. That or I’m beating a dead horse.

Overlooking the small valley. And the river.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid fucker . . . . . . .” And even that’s not enough.

Dot, dot dot. So many dots, too. WAY too much.

Then I felt it . . . . . . . . . . . .

Someone behind me. That feeling you get when you know someone is looking at you and grinning.

I turned around. I looked at the rock behind me, where it was sitting.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

Huh? A little more literal than MC would have liked, but here is the black creature. “Muse.” sort of.

‘Hello.’

Um, hi?

‘If you’d have known how to fly, you could have saved her.’

Really.

‘Oh yes. But, you still can’t do it, can you?’

‘No sir.

Do you know why that is?’

‘Why?’

Because you need an Idea . . . . . Yes. Now you see . . . .

‘ . . . . . . . . . . oh . . . . . . . my . . . . . . . . . .’

Get it now?

‘I . . . . . .’

You will soon enough. Now I must go . . . . .’

‘ . . . . . . Bye.’

Bye, and take care of that leg of yours, Nights. Yup. That’s it.

**********

Tails crawled out from behind the rubble and noticed that everyone was gone and replaced by Demig . . . . . er, ‘bots. She decided it was a good time to leave.

As she twirled her tails and flew in the air, she wondered how long she had been knocked out.

And if Sonic had made it.

She looked over to the door. The lava was off.

And yet, she turned away. Instead, she continued searching.

Searching . . . . . . . . For the blue one. The blue one is a little more religious than calling him by his actual name.

And she flew off in any random direction.

When Tails found Sonic sitting on the rock, she didn’t register at the time the black, vague, indiscernible creature walking back to the Marble Zone. This last paragraph makes him into a more tangible creation. I liked the idea that he was going off to die with the others, unafraid, like it didn’t matter.

**********

The Doc smiled beneath his collar. He clasped his hands together. “beneath his collar” was added after I realized that his collar is supposed to cover his mouth all the time. Right about here I had to go back and make more references to it because I never really describe Robotnik as enough as I should. The effect worked in Jaws but it doesn’t here.

“It’s over. The battle is done, and we have six new subjects, not including the Casino Nights prisoners.”

“Excellent, sir. I have dispatched cleaners to the Oil Ocean to try to contain the fire.”

“When that’s done, recall the ‘bots to the store room and power down.”

“What about the Shadow’s HoverUnit?”

“It’ll be back long before then.”

“You’re not recalling it?”

“No, my dear boy. I highly doubt our runaway would have escaped, or else I would have known. The same with his death. And since he isn’t captured, he must still be loose.”

“I see, I guess.”

“Snively, if you’re bored, why don’t you go train below or something.”

“Fine, sir. Should I re-schedule the Robotosization for earlier today?”

Pause, for thought.

“No. Keep it on. Keep them in lockup until tomorrow morning.”

“Yes, sir.” A lot of Robotnik and Snively’s conversation is mostly quotes and little description. Ugh.

**********

“Sonic, it’s getting late.” For no real reason, this part is in third person. Maybe just to give the audience some variety. Maybe to stall the first person perspective a little longer.

“I know.”

“We should go.”

“I know.”

Tails started to walk away, but noticed Sonic was still staring at the river.

“We’re free, you know. All we have to do is sneak past and we’re free.”

“That’s not what I want.”

She sat down next to him.

“Well, what do you want?”

Dot, dot dot.

“I want to feel as though I’ve succeeded in more than just killing everyone.”

Quick mental flash.

“I don’t want to fail anymore . . . . . .”

Sonic stood to his feet. He looked down at Tails getting up.

“Look, just leave, ok? Leave while you still can . . . . . . . Before you’re permanently trapped, like me . . . .”

Tails looked a little confused, but when she looked at the Death Egg looming in the horizon, it became clear.

“You’ll need help.”

Sonic stared at her, and nodded.

“Let’s go.”

“No pain, no gain!” She shouted at the top of her lungs. Again, that running gag that never worked out.

**********

Heh.

Shit. He’s laughing at Tails’ last phrase.

Back into the Lion’s den.

This river that I was looking at, I know, runs from the Labyrinth Zone out to the Emerald Hill Zone. This is the only way we can enter the Death Egg without being detected.

We have to head up.

I walked ahead of Tails across the wooden bridge over the water runoff, where below, I could see Chompers coming up for air.

We have to deal with them as well.

Oh, and these guys.

These guys at the end of the bridge.

These guys, holding sticks and grinning evilly.

These guys, yelling something at us, halting us from crossing the bridge.

Oh. Here we go now. This is all I need.

“Halt! I say halt! You are heathens we will not let pass! You have sinned against your maker, and now you must pay the price! We saw all of those innocents you led to their descents into oblivion, and you shall repent before we send you with them . . . .” Those crazy religious followers. Oh how crazy they are.

Still I cringed when I hit him in the face, silencing him. And there it is again. What we’d all like to do to those who impress their beliefs on others. Right? RIGHT?!!

Tails must have injured herself in the explosion, because she couldn’t fly after me as we ran away. Instead she stayed on the ground running, and twirled her tails as best she could to propel herself further. With my broken leg I was slower, which was good for her and not for me.

We were making good time to the river entrance, but I didn’t feel very good. The tense gets really messed up around here. I should apologize, but nah, fuck you.

As the next couple of hills passed, I really thought that we were in the clear, so I started to slow down.

Then the next town came over the rise.

The Emerald Hill Zone town was very much like the old Knothole: sex in the air, burning marijuana somewhere, and a . . . . . priest.

Coconuts. Sitting on a chair, relaxing, enjoying the sun, getting his dick sucked, or whatever.

Whatever.

This fucker was worse than Scratch, in the sense that if you exchange idiocy for idiocy, if you even know what that means.

I guess you had to be there. Not knowing what I’m writing at this point, nor caring. A sudden burst of inspiration had hit me and I was working like the devil to get this chapter finished. From here on in it started getting easier.

But we kept running. Even when all the people dropped what they were doing and noticed us.

We kept running. Even when everyone glared.

Kept running.

Even when the rocks flew and the sticks were picked up. We zoomed past them in a blur. Not stopping, not stopping for anything or anyone.

Before I knew it, we reached the river, and, shit, with no hesitation, we dove in and started swimming.

Sound faded, light turned wavy, and breathing was impossible.

Tails, right next to me, swam. Above us I could hear the muffled noises of rocks hitting the surface.

Sploosh, sploosh sploosh. Now, I had finished this scene and I re-read it about a day later, realizing it was too short. So I added a touch more things to stretch it out. MC read so many different versions that after awhile I just stopped sending him the chapters until I was done with them.

And still I ignored my broken leg and swan as hard as I could and tried not to breath. Underwater I pulled ahead of Tails and descended to darkness, because that was where we could enter.

Guilty by association. What?

I still think it’s a weird feeling being underwater. Like I always figured how “real” people get born.

I felt as though someone tied a rubber band at my legs and I was turning purple at the top. Something I added later, obviously.

Some pain. Some enlightenment.

Some . . . thing.

I didn’t look back, not once, to check if Tails was still behind me. Somehow, I knew she was. She was stronger than the others. He means the other Knothole citizens.

When it finally went dark, I could feel the alveoli tissue burning within me, and the magma of my spit in my mouth. Well, at least I knew I was still alive.

Because I couldn’t hear anything. It was dead silence, save for the rhythmic pumping of a heart.

At Robotnik’s theater, the figure watching this movie fell asleep. He slumped in his chair and fell out of sight.

Fuck you.

It was Wednesday, and that meant low tide. The water level is at different points on the inside, and this day was just after a cleansing. So it would be rising steadily.

This means hurry up.

My hand was suddenly five inches from the surface. Vision came back in the form of green ambient lighting.

Four inches.

Behind me, I hoped Tails hadn’t drowned.

Three.

Two.

One.

Wake up.

Break. One of the better one-paragraph exchanges. At least I like it.

**********

Devastation. Ruin.

Shadow smiled.

It was in the Marble Zone where she found all of the animals being escorted to the Doctor, her precious creator. Boy would he be happy.

But he would be even happier if she got that blue fuck back where he belonged.

And after running around for two minutes, she decided to have a small chat with the resident idiot of the Emerald Hill Zone. Where she ran around to, I have no idea. Just wasting time, I guess. Or “running around” is some sort of sexual metaphor.

**********

I had emerged.

Sputtering and breathless and covered in water. Now on hard, crystallized ground I crawled a few feet, taking in breath after breath. I think we all hate the Labyrinth Zone from the Sonic game equally. Because I hate it with a passion that surpasses Crossroads with Brittany Spears.

The water was at its lowest level, thankfully, else I would be dead.

She would be too, and instead of sputtering and coughing and almost dying right behind me Tails would have been carried on the river, unknowingly reinforcing the animal’s beliefs that it’s not good to escape. Me trying to tie things together again.

Her breathing was shallow as she pressed flat on the ground, repaying her oxygen debt. Save for her panicked breaths, everything was deathly silent.

Except for . . .

Uh oh.

I quickly got up from my position ran walked over to Tails. Since she was on her stomach, I had to wrap my arms around her from her arm pits.

I stood her up and yelled in her face, “We need to go, NOW!”

Shaky and weak, she nodded, and looked up.

The way the Labyrinth zone is put together is, that instead of water gushing down in one big water fall, it is regulated by the number of structures blocking its view. A stone awning comes out and slows everything down a little. Put a lot of these together and it’s a river, stupid. The purest form of Chuck Palahniuk ripoff.

What I heard that got me so uptight was the little click sound that happens to signal the flowing of a new tide.

There’s a two minute warning and a ten second one. I don’t know which one I heard, but if I’m wrong then we’re in a bit of trouble. We had to start moving up, and fast.

It was simple enough. Jump, move, jump, move, jump, move, bla, bla bla. I’m so lazy.

Tails was moving with me after the first two jumps, but it wasn’t enough.

After the ten second mark, I listened for the water to start flowing from above, but I heard nothing. We had two minutes before it came crashing down.

Jump, move, jump again. It’s the tenth stone awning we jump on before Tails starts talking.

“Why did you choose me?” Since it’s “cool” when people talk during high tension scenes, I decided to try my hand at it. Whether it worked or not depends on the reader.

Jump, pause, move.

“What?”

“You chose me, back there, to help you with that thing. Why?”

Move.

Jump.

“I don’t know. Maybe because you were closest to me. You were my fastest option.”

Pause.

I heard her mumble something when I jumped up again.

“What was that?”

“Whatever.”

Huh? Fuck that thing. He says “huh?” and “what?” way too much. It gets annoying after awhile. Oh how I wished I would have proofread.

I looked down at her, and I noticed that we had already gone a long ways up. A real long ways up.

I looked above me. About twenty feet was the first access route for the water to pour out.

“Keep moving.”

Then I heard it . . . . .

Time’s up. Speeds up. Meaning “speed up” but I fucked it up.

So I yelled to her to go faster. Up and on up we climbed, fast as we could, since all we had were ten seconds.

We weren’t gonna make it by the time it was turned on, but at least we had a delay of a few seconds while the water flowed to this point. Maybe we would live.

Maybe.

Jump, move, pause.

And suddenly I’m staring the giant access panel in the face. It’s completely dark to the end of the tunnel, but the sound of water coming was deafening. Suspense. Or stupid.

I grabbed Tails by her arm and pulled her up to the level with me, and, hard as I could, jumped. My eyes shut tight.

And oh shit was it close.

I kept my eyes shut and enjoyed the moment, for the split second before I realized that it probably would have better if I died.

Wow, kinda like waking up.

I opened my eyes and noticed that I was pressed up against Tails on the ground. And she was staring at me. Hehe, classic anime moment.

Cue trumpet sound. I don’t know either.

“Ummm . . . . . .”

**********

After two seconds of suspicious glaring, he finally responded.

“That way.”

Coconuts pointed at the river from his throne, who just kept smiling. This originally had Shadow saying stuff but I had planned on her saying her first word on the very last chapter. So as a result this is all one sided and awkward.

Off to the side, two women were standing, at complete attention, the glazed over high looked in their eyes. Their faces showing no emotion. For every typo you send me you get a free thank you. I need to pay someone to proofread.

Shadow’s turned to the monkey on the chair and nodded.

Those white upon white eyes stared at each other. The monkey didn’t say anything, just pointed in the direction of the river.

“They went that way, but it’s getting late. The “tide’s” coming in.” Those should be in semi-quotes.

Shadow just stared. Just. Stared.

“I’ll inform the Doc.”

Coconuts stared, then sighed and used the small com on his arm to radio to his ‘bot in the field. Through all of this, nobody but them spoke. Shadow speaks? Wait. I must have left that in from the first version. Whoops.

Shadow thought to herself that he must’ve conditioned these animals heavily. Nobody that was around was speaking amongst themselves. In a way it was admirable, but . . . .

Fucking glutton.

She nodded and ran in the flowing river’s direction, but not before she spat on the ground. She spits. That’s her character trait. Yes.

**********

And in short, we started moving again. Up, up, and up. Despite the fact that it would be awhile before the next batch would come on, we still need to outrun the water filling from below. In short meaning I’m too lazy to write everything that happened.

Which was coming fast.

Now, this may seem a little strange. Wait, I mean more than a little. Kind of a lot, really.

This is where me and Tails met Ray. I know, I know. Too quick to be odd. By now the reader has probably given up and even trying any more.

He had said, coming seemingly from nowhere, “You gotta take a running start first, then you jump. You can’t just lead off right away, you’ll fall.” This little yellow squirrel’s eyes moved wildly and he spoke in non stopping sentences. Ray’s from some fucking game. I don’t remember.

“Who are you?” asked Tails sweetly.

“Ray. Who are you guys, I’ve never seen you before. What’s brought you here? Are you fet-up with everything too?” Isn’t it fed-up?

“Yes,” I said. “But we have to keep moving.”

“He’s right. The water comes up fast, VERY fast, and it sweep everything up in it’s path. It’s very easy to get lost in there. We can make it to the open area if we go really fast. Let’s go!”

Oh yes, the open area. I forgot. Pfft. Right.

Besides the somewhat vertical passageways deliver the water, there’s the giant open area that connects all of them. You can go anywhere if you make it here. Well, almost.

So we went as fast as we fucking could. We jumped, we paused, we ran, and my leg hurt like hell, but I didn’t stop. We. The moral of the story is that it’s okay to suck as long as you jam a lot of pseudo-philosophical dialogue and have a gimmicky writing style. You’d be surprised how one can fake his way through everything.

Up and up we went. Ray told us his life story while we outran the imminent water. Weird way of describing something…

“My parents were both loyal followers of Coconuts, blindly unquestioning, so it was real important that I be too. Ever since I could remember, all I’ve wanted to do was talk, but I’d get whipped every time I did. In the name of God, they said. Well, one day I met this person, this girl, that would take me away from those hot , hot praying ground and we’d do nothing but talk. It was my escape from everything, but I should’ve know it wasn’t meant to last, because soon enough she was carried off by the Demigods. And I wanted to follow her. As much as everyone tried to stop me, I followed her.

“My parents dove in after me, swam as fast as they could, and even caught up with me. But being able to talk as long as I can gives me big lung power, I guess, because they ran out of air before I did. When I looked down at my father’s hand gripping my foot, I realized he was dead, and it was ten minutes before I could pry his grip from my foot. Sadly, despite the fact that he said he wanted to die with his wife, he didn’t. I don’t know what happened to my mom.” How very Joe-the-explainer.

Touching. Exposition.

“And I found this thing too. Floating on top of the water as it receded. Know what it is?”

I was so enthralled with his story that I didn’t at the time notice that the water was two platforms below us.

But we made it, just in time. To the center of the world. Right as everything came flooding in.

Then Ray departed forever from us. Swept away because I couldn’t hold onto him. Because I thought Tails was much more important. Just pretend I described it. I didn’t feel like writing more suspense.

I never saw him again. We.

And I never mentioned to him that the thing he was carrying in his hand was a gun. Surprised? No? Okay.

**********

If it was possible, Shadow felt like she threw a match down her throat and her lungs were on fire. It’s possible because I say it is. Even if it is in the wrong part of the sentence.

But she knew she could last.

All she had to do was think of him . . . . .

And smile.

Like she imagined he would.

So she kept going. Blazing underwater. Some debate, who’s she thinking about? Robotnik or Sonic? Does anyone really care? Does it really matter? It’s just another Evangelion rip anyway. There are quite a few.

**********

The reports tell me that I have to go this way. To the right.

Shit, but that was from the direction of Green Hill.

Now where do I go?

Sorry. ‘We’ go? I was a little distracted because from all directions Chompers were coming for me. And still I had to worry about Tails getting enough air. He’s apologizing to the audience, I guess. I was too in the moment to make his confusion work any better.

A safety feature built in the zone’s crystal structure are generators pumping air in between cracks of stone so the least amount of ‘bots are killed. They can refresh themselves without the distance or energy. Sure. Whatever.

With my arms tight around Tails, I swam with my feet kicking and brought us to an air bubble whenever I was lost. This place was like a fucking labyrinth . . . .

Oh. I get it now. Ha. Ha ha. Because… get it?

Anyway, with the Chompers closing in behind me and Tails kicking and running out of air, I finally found what I was looking for.

The way out.

The way to him.

The way to God and all his glory. That could be a Glint rip or a Battle Holiday rip or something. I’ve heard it somewhere before, I know. It’s very MC-esque.

Kick kick kick.

The way it’s built is like a depressurization chamber with a steel door you have to close on the inside. The outer is already open and the inside pushes out when you press a button. Quick as I could, I did this. It’s just that easy, folks.

And everything came washing out. Born again, except everything wasn’t innocent. Huh?

Coughing and sputtering, we got out. The door closed.

Wait . . . . . .

The Spring Yard Zone . . . . . ? Okay, get ready for some more stupid shit that I try to use to cover up my mistakes.

**********

Robotnik was talking with Snively when the alarm for the pressure door sounded.

“What the fuck?!!”

“Sir!”

Robotnik pressed his hands and face against the view pane. He smacked his non metal fist once.

“No . . . . . . .” Matrix-rip.

**********

Oh shit.

It just came back to me.

I had made a mistake. Get ready… HERE IT COMES…

Earlier, I had said that I was trained at the Star Light Zone. But . . . . . . No. That’s not right.

I was trained here. In the Spring Yard Zone. And instead of changing it and killing everyone who thought it ever used to be different, 1984 style, I decided “Hey, why not live with my mistakes.” You see, back then, I was very… um, dumb, and thought that every error was like a marker to make sure I never made the same mistake ever again. Good in theory, but a side-effect is that I never practiced proofreading, and now I’m bad at it. So I made this complicated “Hi, I’m Sonic, I make up my own world” side plot thing that’s cool at first but gets old really fast. And there ya go.

Then, what was . . . . .

Then the loudspeaker came on. Right at confusion. I think I inspired the phrase “Way too first-person.”

“So, Sonic, come back, have you?”

I lowered my eyes. “Just thought I’d drop a line, stay awhile, kill you, then leave, if that’s all right.”

A short line of silence.

“Remembering things, are we?”

Another short line of silence, but this time by me.

It’s hard to keep track of everything at once, isn’t it, boy? With what you’ve got in your mind, I can see why . .” And I still hadn’t discovered the wonder hyphen and was still using dots for pauses AND for interruptions.

“Shut up.”

“Why, I’ll bet you don’t even remember half the things you’ve read in my database. And the files on you . . .”

“Shut up.”

“You don’t have a fucking clue, boy. You have NO idea. Everything to you is this big mystery.”

“Shut your FUCKING MOUTH!!!” That’s a rip of something but it escapes me.

Nothing.

“So, in light of this fact, I will give you and your . . . . . companion a chance.”

I looked down at Tails, still breathing heavily. I already didn’t like where this was going.

“Complete the course. You’ll get the training and you’ll get through me for a short time.”

No.

“Beat the current record holder, too, else I might go easy on you more.”

“I don’t want your fucking pity, Eggman!” Used to be Eggfuck but it looked weird and dumb.

“This isn’t pity. It’s called honor. You‘d better get going.” The whole course thing was MC’s idea, but I’m not so sure about it now. It’s just a pointless little page filler and the reward isn’t enough to merit not skipping over it entirely. The original point is all gone now.

“Wait, aren’t I the current record holder?”

Pause.

“You wish, Sonic.”

That didn’t sound good. I could go for some zombies in this story. Maybe next time I redux it I’ll put some.

As I picked up Tails and walked her forward to the arena, I whispered in her ear “Be careful.”

Suddenly very determined, she nodded, and stepped up to the spring. And jumped.

And just as I was about to go, I heard the water from the door rush behind be.

And when I looked . . . . . . when I looked . . . . . .

Nope. No way. Because Shadow followed him. Yeah. Yeah.

**********

“Oh, this IS good.”

“You’re an idiot, sir.”

“Shut up, Snively. You know nothing of the way things work.”

“Gee, I don’t? Well, excuse me if I say ‘fuck you’ sir. You have no logic in this whatsoever. How can you even consider doing this?”

“You’ll see . . . .” Because Shadow followed Sonic.

**********

I don’t think so.

I turned around and jumped on the spring and into the training area.

The way the Spring Yard Zone is built is that it’s a complete area with obstacles and tracks and confusing flashing lights that spout random words. Fuck, man, I still haven’t mentioned Shadow. I’m treating my audience like mind-readers.

Cpu.

On.

Up. Another game tie-in. What the fuck are those things, anyway?

There are springs that catapult a person into the air. There are spiked chains that swing wildly in the air. There are these bastard ‘bots that are hard as shit to kill because of the spines on their back.

Last time I did this, I passed the course faster than any other of Robotnik’s creations.

But . . . . .

This faker running behind me shouldn’t be shit, but she is. She looks sleeker, more efficient, everything that Robotnik couldn’t make in me.

He’s getting better. And I’m getting worse.

No kidding.

Right behind me somewhere was this fucking faker that thought it could be better than me. Running as fast as it could, trying to catch up as I dodged a spiked ball and came down on the left platform.

I hit the surface running, and so did she. Suddenly, we were neck and neck.

Faker.

Liar. These are from somewhere else, too. I think a Chuck Palahniuk novel. Either Choke or Fight Club. I think it’s Fight Club.

She pulled ahead. About two inches, and gaining. Without breaking her speed, she turned back to me and grinned.

Fuck this.

I reached out and grabbed her by the neck. I stopped running and tried to break. For the record, it’s Shadow, not Tails, he’s fighting. Some were probably confused.

This caused us to merge to the left.

This caused her to grab me by my head.

This caused us to lose control.

This caused us to fly over the side of the railing.

In mid air, I kicked her away from me. I hoped that she flew into a spiked pit or something.

Bitch, liar, and faker, I hope you die.

With a loud smack, I hit the floor, and it was a few seconds before a woke up.

********** Pointless 10 star break.

Still teased. Okay, this upcoming scene sounded WAY better in my head and out loud than on a computer screen. I’m sorry, I know it sucks. This part is too visual to describe literally. I should have just wrote it straight instead of trying to put the vision down.

I opened my eyes and stood up. I dusted myself off and looked at my surroundings.

I was safe for the moment, and that girl was nowhere in sight. Good.

Tails. Subliminal thoughts. If it were a movie, a picture of her would flash.

Frantically I looked around for her. God, it wouldn’t be right if she was crushed by a spiked ball already.

Then I saw her.

Jumping on a spring.

Gracefully. And this would be in slow motion. I’m a pervert.

Transfixed, I watched her do surprisingly well against the chain swinging in all directions.

On. Up. Cpu. A prison within a prison within a prison. What the fuck ARE those things?!!

I would have been happy if not I remembered Eggman. I looked to the view screen somewhere high, observing everything.

And I saw him, not watching me, not watching his new creation, but watching Tails. Intently. Very intently.

No.

Then his eyes quickly looked at me, as if he heard me.

And we stared at each other. And I shook my head.

No.

And he kept staring. That collar that always covered his mouth moved higher up.

And then he was gone. Out of sight.

That . . . . . Huh?

I turned back to Tails to watch her, but I had this feeling. This oncoming feeling.

I looked at the ‘bots that Tails jumped over, and realized that it was moving steadily slower. Slower. Stopped.

Heh.

It’s over. Soooo pointless a scene. But ti establishes some shit. What shit, exactly, I don’t know.

**********

“Told you, Snively.”

“Oh yeah right, like you planned that the entire time. That was very pointless, sir.” See? Even the characters see the stupidness of it.

“Not so. It’ll pay off later, Snively, I guarantee it. Now, go get in your suit.”

“What? Why?”

“In order to capture him, idiot.”

**********

Tails was in the air when the walls came crashing down and into the floor. The surface was a fifty foot drop that she knew she couldn’t survive just falling, so she started twirling her broken tails. She gritted her teeth and tried to ignore the pain, but couldn’t.

As much as she tried, she couldn’t, and eventually in her decent to about 25 feet, she started falling.

It was a great feeling of relief after pure pain. The best she’s ever really felt. Just before impact.

**********

I caught Tails in my arms and jetted across the empty Spring Yard Zone. It was all over from here if we stayed. The Doctor would have every ‘bot on our asses in 30 seconds if he didn’t leave. Cuteness ruined by attitude. What an asshole.

Tails didn’t have a chance in this place. I had to get her out of there.

So, I went the only logical place. Place… place…

**********

Shadow opened her eyes.

Then she slammed her fist hard into the surface and growled. She gripped her head in pain.

In her fit of anger, she noticed that Sonic was running for the Labyrinth Zone exit.

Not again.

Groaning, she got up and started to run for it. The blue one reached the door and with a loud bang shut it behind him.

“Wait, Shadow.”

The intercom.

“Let’s see where he’s going first.” But-

**********

As I swam through the escaping labyrinth water, I cradled Tails in my arms and tried to wake her.

Tails.

Tails!

“Tails!”

“What?” she asked groggily. She hadn’t even noticed that she was half submerged in water.

“It’s time for you to go.”

Her eyes shot open and she was suddenly very awake. Tears started to well up.

“I know, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten you involved. Robotnik knows who you are now. Head for the Marble Zone and get the hell out.”

“What about you?”

“I’m staying. There’s no time, you need to go. Now!”

She didn’t move.

“Get goin!!” I pushed her away from me.

With tears in her eyes, she dove underwater. Again, this is all very rushed. I was hurrying to the end because I got an idea that was cool. And very rip-offy to Evangelion. Hey, at least those who haven’t seen it will think I’m just the biggest genius in the world, but probably not.

**********

It was too dangerous to go back to the Spring Yard Zone, so immediately I decided to go somewhere else. The payoff. My favorite part. I’m going to shut up, now.

Now this thing was bothering me. How in the hell could I mess up with something as simple as where I was trained? I mean, it’s not like it’s a hard thing to keep in mind, even if it’s only a year later.

So what the fuck?

The Star Light Zone, the place where I wasn’t trained, the place where the Death Egg was constructed. The place where I am confused. The place where every time I try to think of a specific concrete memory I always think of the color red for some reason. My former favorite color.

So, obviously, I went there.

After swimming past some Chompers and grabbing a quick breath of air, in I went. The same door principle was applied.

I spilled out onto cold metal. I caught my breath and stood up. I looked around.

Around . . . . . . .

It was a construction yard, set against a black canvas. Little pinpoints of light were everywhere, and it looked like I was in space. Dead in space.

Slowly, I walked. And walked.

And stopped.

Oh . . . . . .

And floating above me . . . . . .

It was . . . . . . . Him. The guy that I saw . . . . .except . . . . . . .

Red, not black. And instead of indiscernible, and vague, I saw every single detail.

Especially the eyes. Empty, cold, and distant. And evil.

He was hanging from a rope that stretched on and up and out of sight. The rope was tied around a wooden board that was attached to the creatures arms. His legs hung loosely and together.

Rope crucifix.

I shut my eyes tight and clenched my fists.

Don’t freak out, don’t freak out, don’t freak out. Don’t. Freak. Out.

Somewhere in Robotnik’s theater, the striped version of myself is watching the screen intently and not noticing the whitening of his knuckles.

Somewhere inside me, a heart beats faster and faster.

And somewhere inside me, I hear the red creature’s voice, yelling my name.

‘SONIC!’

And I scream. Long and haggard.

And I wrench my eyes open to see Eggman standing ahead in the distance, walking towards me. I can barely hear him speak.

“So, you’ve finally gotten here. The place of your conception.”

No.

And I’m still screaming when I can see the Doctor’s cheeks pull beneath his collar in a smile.

And I’m still screaming when I can’t hear the Doc say something.

And I’m still screaming when I suddenly feel like I’m jacking off with broken hands.

And I finally stop when different versions of me jump from all directions and tackle me to the floor.

And all I can think of is the eyes and the color red.

Dot, dot dot.

**********

I think that went well, don’t you? Ugh. Can’t decide if that ruins it or not.

The End of Wednesday.

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