Untitled Sonic Story

Later that night, Knuckles is back on Angel Island, guarding the Master Emerald. But he was a little bit distracted, because he was thinking about what happened earlier that day.

“Sonic, it’s me,” Knuckles cries, “I heard you scream. Everything okay in there?” “Y-Yes, Knu—“ Sonic immediately stops and clears her throat. “Yeah, Knux, I’m fine” she says in the male tone again. Knuckles is standing outside the bathroom door. “You sure? Do you want me to go in there—“ “I’M FINE, DAMNIT, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” Knuckles growled. “Well you didn’t have to shout!” The echidna then storms off mumbling ‘Bastard…’

I shouldn’t have gotten so angry at him, the echidna thought, picking up a few pebbles and throwing them into the air, but all I wanted to see if he needed help. I just wish he wasn’t so damn cranky… . He looks up at the sky and spots a shooting star. Not even bothering to make a wish, he stands up to stretch and walk around a little bit, making sure no intruders got to the island’s emerald. Suddenly, he gets a call on his rumbling cell phone. He picks up his phone, which was sitting by the giant gemstone and he answers. “Hello?” “Knuckles? It’s Sonic.” Knuckles narrowed his eyebrows. “What is it?” “Hey…I just wanted to say I’m sorry for shouting. It’s just…you surprised me is all. I really don’t mean to be a jerk, but you…you push it, you know?” Knuckles stays silent for a few seconds, then replies. “Hey…I didn’t mean to make you shout. I just got a little worried about you, is all. You had a rough afternoon, I guess. I’m sorry for calling you a bastard. I sometimes go off like that. You know me, right?” Sonic scoffs on the other line. “Yeah, I know you, all right. I did have a cut on my stomach, but it wasn’t nothing to be frightened over. I got it taken care of now, so you don’t have to worry about that anymore. I just thought I’d call and let you know. ..And to apologize for my actions.” There was silence on both lines for a good while. But Sonic breaks the silence by saying “Well, I’ll let you go, don’t want to raise your phone bill any higher..” Knuckles stammers. “Hey, wait a minute. I’ve got something else to say.” “Yeah?” “It was about that robot. Tails and Rouge got it taken care of, but for some reason, Tails wanted to take it back to her workshop.” Sonic chuckles. “That Tails…I think she admires Eggman for having the same talents as her.” “Yeah, probably. Anyway, there was a big party this afternoon in celebration of their victory.” “Yeah?” “Yeah. Did you go?” “No. I was depressed.” “Depressed? What for?” “For what I did to you earlier today, remember?” Knuckles sweatdrops. “Oh. Right. Well, I guess I’ll hang up, I don’t have very much minutes left.” “Okay. I guess I’ll see you later then.” “Alrightie. Bye.” “Bye.” Knuckles pushes a button on his phone and places it back onto the altar. He lays on his back, looks up at the stars and sighs. “What a day.”

The streets of Station Square were quiet. Except for a neon green blur that zips into the shadows, trying not to be seen by the very little public that was heading home for the night. When the blur stops, it shows Brad, hiding in an alleyway and pulling out a walkie-talkie. He walks out of the alley, looks left, looks right, then heads back in it. He turns on the walkie-talkie. “Brad to Dr. Eggman. Come in, Dr. Eggman. Do you copy? Over.” Static. More static. Brad tries again. “Brad to Dr. Eggman. Come in, Dr. Eggman? Do you copy? Over.” Static again. A loud, whining noise that causes Brad to cover his ears. “Gah!” When the whining stops, Brad tries once more. “Dr. Eggman? Are you there? This is Brad! Over.” A long tone of static. Brad sighs and turns off the walkie-talkie. “Fuck. The damn thing’s broken. I’ll have to find a different way of communication. I wonder if there’s a payphone around here somewhere?” He quickly walks back out of the alleyway and looks for a payphone. When he spots one he zips back inside and snaps his fingers, green light glittering everywhere. When the light fades out, Brad walks out of the alleyway wearing a long sleeved red T-shirt and faded blue jeans, his green boots still on his feet. He reaches into the left pocket of his jeans, makes two quarters appear, and pulls them out. He walks over to the payphone, goes inside the booth and puts the two quarters into the quarter slot. When the quarters are inserted into the machine, Brad grabs the phone and dials Eggman’s base. He puts the phone by his left ear and hears three rings, then an answering machine:

“You have reached the lair of the great Dr. Eggman. I am currently not available, but if you would leave a message after the tone, I will try to reach you back as soon as I can.” Brad sweatdrops and hears a tone on the other line. He then speaks inside the phone. “Hey, it’s Brad. I tried to reach you on the walkie-talkie, but it looks like the thing’s broken again. Anyway, I can’t find Sonic’s apartment. If you could call me back on my cell phone and give me directions I’d gladly appreciate it. Thanks”. He hangs up the receiver and walks out of the payphone booth. Once again reaching into a pocket so noone will be suspicious, he makes his cell phone appear. He then pulls it out and adjusts his options so he’ll know when Eggman calls, then puts it back into his pocket. He then hears a low growling in his stomach. He sighs and says “I should have eaten before I left the base. Ah, well…better go look for a restaurant.” He then walks around the streets, trying to find a place to eat at.