Universe Backstabber: The Worst Night Of My Life
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+S through Z › Sonic
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,622
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Sonic The Hedgehog game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Confusion
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Universe Backstabber: The Worst Night Of My Life
By Harley Quinn hyenaholic
~~~
Nack: Okay, it's Chapter Five. What happens now?
Nic: Chapter Four was crap.
Me: No, it wasn't. It was you, going through brain whatever, thinking with horror about how you're now pregnant. Okay, so it wasn't as long as the other chapters, but it's not exactly an action scene is it?
Nic: I suppose not.
Me: Now it's Nack's turn.
Nack: Oh, no...
Nic: But I haven't told him yet!
Me: Don't worry, he'll find out. I'll make sure of it.
Nack: I already know! I've been reading your damn story!
Me: This is my first chapter using HTML! Now you'll know how lough chatacters are shouting at each other! I won't need as many exclamation marks!
~~~
Chapter 5: Confusion
Nic thinks I'm suicidal.
She's right. My wrists are now covered in light scars where I keep cutting myself with razors.
But she thinks I'm suicidal because I raped her.
She's right there too. I am, without a doubt, scum.
But I'm also suicidal because yesterday I found a pregnancy test in the bathroom bin. What was I doing rummaging through the bathroom bin? Searching for more razors, if you must know.
Anyway, the test said red. I looked it up on the Internet and found out that means 'yes'. I throw it back into the bin.
Nic's pregnant.
I am so screwed.
Wait a minute. I am so screwed? What about Nic? I've ruined her whole damn life! She's pregnant! With my baby!
I walk into the living room and slump onto the couch.
I should have guessed sooner, you know. I obviously didn't use protection. She's been crying a lot in her bedroom the last couple of days. Doesn't want me to see. And throwing up in the bathroom a lot too.
But what am I supposed to do now? I don't think I can take it any more. Then again, that's how I've been feeling for the past few weeks. I know I have to get up and get moving at some point.
What do girls normally do when they get pregnant accidentally anyway? Sometimes they keep it. Sometimes they have abortions. Or they could do the romantic thing, and have it adopted.
Nic's not a normal girl though. And these aren't exactly normal circumstances.
I can't just hang around the flat, moping like this forever. I've got to do something. What?
Men don't get this problem. We just have a quick one-night-stand then run off and never see the girl again. That's not easy here. Nic can get pretty vengeful when she wants to. Would she tell the cops? No, she's as wanted by them as I am now, even if she hasn't been so into the merc business lately.
I prick up my ears. I can hear her crying in her bedroom again. Trying to be quiet again. Maybe now is a good time to try and say sorry. I've already said sorry, but it didn't really mean much, since I was crying at the time, and bleeding all over the bathroom floor, while she was nice to stop me from stabbing myself todeath with a piece of broken glass. I should say it again, and mean it this time. And I should tell her what I know.
I knock first.
I can hear sniffling, then she says, "Come in, Nack."
She knows it's me, cus we're the only two people in the flat. I go into her bedroom and sit on the bed next to her as she dries her eyes.
"Nic," I start, "I'm really sorry," Nic opens her mouth to speak, but I interrupt her, "Not just about raping you. About being a bad brother in all the little ways. About fighting you, about calling you useless, about the times I tried to kill you... about the time I stole 52 bucks from Father's wallet and let you get the strap for it. All those things."
"Nack, please-"
"I'm sorry for letting myself go like this - for being selfish and pretending that I'm the one who's been hurt. Feeling sorry for myself and slashing my wrists. Letting you look after me like I'm still a kid and pretending you're responsible. You're not. I'm not. We're both more like Father than we want to be."
"I know."
"But most of all..." I take a deep breath, "I'm sorry I ruined your life by getting you pregnant," She looks shocked that I know, "I found the test in the bin. And I want you to know that whatever you choose to do with it, even if you've already chosen, I'll be here for you and for it."
"I'm scared, Nack," says Nic, "I'm scared of what people will think, I'm scared of what they'll say. I'm scared that if I keep the baby, it'll turn out like you or me, I'm scared that you'll end up going to prison again."
"I've been to prison before," I say, "I'm not scared."
"You've always been a thief before, Nack!" Nic protests, "You know what they do to rapists in prison! It's almost as bad as what they do to paedophiles!"
I nod. I know because I've seen it, and what's more, I've joined in beating the motherfucking bastards up. I am scared, but I try to hide it, "I don't want you to feel that you have to lie for me," I say quietly.
"I will though," she says, "I want to. If I have to, I'll say that I wanted to have sex with you. I've been thinking about what I want to do with the baby as well. I'm still not really sure, but I know I have to decide soon."
We sit next to each other for a while.
"Well?" I say, after a while. It's really just to fill the gap.
"I thought about aborting the baby, and then I realised that it's the easy way out," says Nic, "It's a choice, but I don't want to make it my choice. And I thought about adoption too, but I know that'll hurt just as bad, once all the reminders come. And then there's keeping the baby. Somewhere inside me I want to keep it, but I'm scared."
I think, "If you really want to keep it," I say slowly, "It's your baby and-"
"It's our baby, Nack," Nic sighs, "It takes two to tango. I sure ain't the Imacculate Conception."
I think again. It sure is a lot harder if I have a choice too. I know what my choice before was - I don't want to have anything to do with this baby. But after I just said, 'I'll be here', I've backed myself into a corner.
"It would be easier," I say finally, "If you got rid of it. No questions asked, no uncomfortable answers given."
"I don't want to get rid of it," says Nic.
I think. Thinking is not my forté. My idea is clumsy, badly forged, "What if I stay as its uncle?" I say, "It doesn't have to know. There's other weasels in the city. And one day it'll have to find out the truth, but... we can work it out by then?"
We look at each other. It's the best choice we have.
Nic nods.
I look at Nic's belly, "Hey in there kid," I say, feeling tears well up in my eyes, "I'm going to be your uncle Nack."
~~~
The End!
Nic: How the fuck is that the end?!
Nack: Yeah! I wanna read about morning sickness and Nic going through labour!
Me: Oh, shut up you two. I have a continuation of this world coming up, and you'll be in it. Not as much, but enough. And other shit happens. I mean, serious shit. Read it. When it goes up, of course. Your perception of the Sonic Universe (whichever one you like) will be totally WTFed!
Nic: What's it like?
Me: It's another First Person Present Tense Fic! With extra violence!
Nack: I wanna read my part now!
Me: It's called "What's The Story, Morning Glory?". And you can't, not until it starts going up. And you're not even in the first chapter anyway.
Universe Backstabber: The Worst Night Of My Life
By Harley Quinn hyenaholic
~~~
Nack: Okay, it's Chapter Five. What happens now?
Nic: Chapter Four was crap.
Me: No, it wasn't. It was you, going through brain whatever, thinking with horror about how you're now pregnant. Okay, so it wasn't as long as the other chapters, but it's not exactly an action scene is it?
Nic: I suppose not.
Me: Now it's Nack's turn.
Nack: Oh, no...
Nic: But I haven't told him yet!
Me: Don't worry, he'll find out. I'll make sure of it.
Nack: I already know! I've been reading your damn story!
Me: This is my first chapter using HTML! Now you'll know how lough chatacters are shouting at each other! I won't need as many exclamation marks!
~~~
Chapter 5: Confusion
Nic thinks I'm suicidal.
She's right. My wrists are now covered in light scars where I keep cutting myself with razors.
But she thinks I'm suicidal because I raped her.
She's right there too. I am, without a doubt, scum.
But I'm also suicidal because yesterday I found a pregnancy test in the bathroom bin. What was I doing rummaging through the bathroom bin? Searching for more razors, if you must know.
Anyway, the test said red. I looked it up on the Internet and found out that means 'yes'. I throw it back into the bin.
Nic's pregnant.
I am so screwed.
Wait a minute. I am so screwed? What about Nic? I've ruined her whole damn life! She's pregnant! With my baby!
I walk into the living room and slump onto the couch.
I should have guessed sooner, you know. I obviously didn't use protection. She's been crying a lot in her bedroom the last couple of days. Doesn't want me to see. And throwing up in the bathroom a lot too.
But what am I supposed to do now? I don't think I can take it any more. Then again, that's how I've been feeling for the past few weeks. I know I have to get up and get moving at some point.
What do girls normally do when they get pregnant accidentally anyway? Sometimes they keep it. Sometimes they have abortions. Or they could do the romantic thing, and have it adopted.
Nic's not a normal girl though. And these aren't exactly normal circumstances.
I can't just hang around the flat, moping like this forever. I've got to do something. What?
Men don't get this problem. We just have a quick one-night-stand then run off and never see the girl again. That's not easy here. Nic can get pretty vengeful when she wants to. Would she tell the cops? No, she's as wanted by them as I am now, even if she hasn't been so into the merc business lately.
I prick up my ears. I can hear her crying in her bedroom again. Trying to be quiet again. Maybe now is a good time to try and say sorry. I've already said sorry, but it didn't really mean much, since I was crying at the time, and bleeding all over the bathroom floor, while she was nice to stop me from stabbing myself todeath with a piece of broken glass. I should say it again, and mean it this time. And I should tell her what I know.
I knock first.
I can hear sniffling, then she says, "Come in, Nack."
She knows it's me, cus we're the only two people in the flat. I go into her bedroom and sit on the bed next to her as she dries her eyes.
"Nic," I start, "I'm really sorry," Nic opens her mouth to speak, but I interrupt her, "Not just about raping you. About being a bad brother in all the little ways. About fighting you, about calling you useless, about the times I tried to kill you... about the time I stole 52 bucks from Father's wallet and let you get the strap for it. All those things."
"Nack, please-"
"I'm sorry for letting myself go like this - for being selfish and pretending that I'm the one who's been hurt. Feeling sorry for myself and slashing my wrists. Letting you look after me like I'm still a kid and pretending you're responsible. You're not. I'm not. We're both more like Father than we want to be."
"I know."
"But most of all..." I take a deep breath, "I'm sorry I ruined your life by getting you pregnant," She looks shocked that I know, "I found the test in the bin. And I want you to know that whatever you choose to do with it, even if you've already chosen, I'll be here for you and for it."
"I'm scared, Nack," says Nic, "I'm scared of what people will think, I'm scared of what they'll say. I'm scared that if I keep the baby, it'll turn out like you or me, I'm scared that you'll end up going to prison again."
"I've been to prison before," I say, "I'm not scared."
"You've always been a thief before, Nack!" Nic protests, "You know what they do to rapists in prison! It's almost as bad as what they do to paedophiles!"
I nod. I know because I've seen it, and what's more, I've joined in beating the motherfucking bastards up. I am scared, but I try to hide it, "I don't want you to feel that you have to lie for me," I say quietly.
"I will though," she says, "I want to. If I have to, I'll say that I wanted to have sex with you. I've been thinking about what I want to do with the baby as well. I'm still not really sure, but I know I have to decide soon."
We sit next to each other for a while.
"Well?" I say, after a while. It's really just to fill the gap.
"I thought about aborting the baby, and then I realised that it's the easy way out," says Nic, "It's a choice, but I don't want to make it my choice. And I thought about adoption too, but I know that'll hurt just as bad, once all the reminders come. And then there's keeping the baby. Somewhere inside me I want to keep it, but I'm scared."
I think, "If you really want to keep it," I say slowly, "It's your baby and-"
"It's our baby, Nack," Nic sighs, "It takes two to tango. I sure ain't the Imacculate Conception."
I think again. It sure is a lot harder if I have a choice too. I know what my choice before was - I don't want to have anything to do with this baby. But after I just said, 'I'll be here', I've backed myself into a corner.
"It would be easier," I say finally, "If you got rid of it. No questions asked, no uncomfortable answers given."
"I don't want to get rid of it," says Nic.
I think. Thinking is not my forté. My idea is clumsy, badly forged, "What if I stay as its uncle?" I say, "It doesn't have to know. There's other weasels in the city. And one day it'll have to find out the truth, but... we can work it out by then?"
We look at each other. It's the best choice we have.
Nic nods.
I look at Nic's belly, "Hey in there kid," I say, feeling tears well up in my eyes, "I'm going to be your uncle Nack."
~~~
The End!
Nic: How the fuck is that the end?!
Nack: Yeah! I wanna read about morning sickness and Nic going through labour!
Me: Oh, shut up you two. I have a continuation of this world coming up, and you'll be in it. Not as much, but enough. And other shit happens. I mean, serious shit. Read it. When it goes up, of course. Your perception of the Sonic Universe (whichever one you like) will be totally WTFed!
Nic: What's it like?
Me: It's another First Person Present Tense Fic! With extra violence!
Nack: I wanna read my part now!
Me: It's called "What's The Story, Morning Glory?". And you can't, not until it starts going up. And you're not even in the first chapter anyway.