This being the further adventures of the zanily dysfunctional and occasionally out of character duo, Sonic & Tails.

Buddies

Adapted from the original fan comic written in 1996, this story takes up a few days from where the previous fanfic left off. Reviews are welcome. Review each chapter if you like! Express yourself. Hopefully there will be something about the story that you'll like. Or something that's so outrageous that you must protest!

Anyway...

Enjoy!


Last time, on Buddies….

Our brave hero Sonic the Hedgehog saved the day once again, by preventing the Floating Island from crashing to the ground. With the wicked schemes of Dr. Robotik thwarted by the beloved "blue blur", peace has been restored to the planet of Mobius. After a job well done, Sonic returned home to Knothole Village, along with his bumbling but lovable sidekick Tails. Meanwhile Sonic's friendly nemesis Knuckles the Echidna was busy cleaning up the mess that was left over from their battle against Robotnik's badniks. Little did any of them realize, a new batch of trouble was brewing right inside of the cavern which held the Island's Master Emerald.

Inside the Emerald cave:

There was a bloody mess on the floor. Sonic's short-time ally—Nack the Weasel—lay on the ground, bashed, brutalized and naked (Sonic had taken his hat and boots).

Unbelievably, the wounded weasel's body began to stir! He let out a groan.

"Urrghh, what hit me?" he muttered to himself.

He slowly arose from the ground, examining himself and his surroundings.

"M-, my hat… my everything! It's gone!" he observed.

"Now I remember how I wound up here like this. It was that little punk, Sonic the Hedgehog!" Nack snarled, angrily.

"He took everything from me… ...everything except my violent tendencies!" he grinned, deviously.

And so, with a burning hatred in his heart, Nack set off to the first stop on his mission of vengeance: A general store called "Good Stuff", back down on mainland Mobius. Besides being a standard grocery store, "Good Stuff" also caters to the artillery needs of miscreants and ne'er-do-wells. They're also known to sell the best fresh-baked muffins in town.

"I'll get that backstabbing traitor for sure! But first I'll have to get new equipment." Nack said to himself, while standing outside the store.

Nack stormed through the double doors, eager to pick out the instruments of Sonic's destruction. But to his surprise he is immediately met with screams of shock and protest from the other customers.

"Hey everybody, look!" a bystander yelled.
"It's a naked weasel!"

"What?!" another voice called out.
"What is a naked weasel doing in here?!"

"Doesn't it know the rules?!" a third person shouts.

"Whoa!" Nack yelped, remembering his shameful state.

He zipped out of the store, quickly.

"Looks like I'll have to find a more dignified way of getting equipped!" he reflects.

Later...

"C'mon! Please!" Nack whined.

He is now covering his nakedness with an old broken crate and he's begging on the street while holding out an empty coffee mug.

"You there! Stranger! Won't you help a poor weasel out?" Nack pleaded to a familiar looking passerby.

"No way!" snapped the blue hedgehog.
"I've got more sensible ways to spend my money."

"What?!" exclaimed a young two-tailed fox.
"Gambling all your money away makes sense?"

"Stay out of this little buddy," replied the hedgehog.

"Cut me some slack!" said Nack, not quite recognizing the familiar pair.
"I've been through a lot of rough luck lately."

"I said no, and that's final!" the blue brute roared, as he started choking Nack.

"Ughhh! What's your problem man?!" Nack wheezed.
"Ack!"

"Get out of my sight!" screamed the quill covered maniac, as he kicked Nack and his crate into a ditch.

"Whoa! Hey, Sonic! You'd better be careful," the fox boy yelped in horror.
"Don't let anybody see you picking on that innocent, poor guy. Think of what it'll do to your rep!"

Just then, a small crowd of people started to gather at the scene.

"Isn't that Sonic and his little buddy Tails beating up some homeless guy?" inquired one of the people.

"Yeah, I think it is!" said another. "Why would he do something like that?"

"See?!" Tails scolded.

"I'm not beating him!" Sonic lied. "We were just joking around," he chuckled, nervously.

"Just to show you that there's no hard feelings, I'll even help him out," said Sonic, as he approached the wounded weasel.

Nack groaned in pain as he regained consciousness.

"Let's see, what do I have for you?" Sonic asked, rhetorically, as he dug through his pockets for something to give the poor bum.

"Here, take this old junk," Sonic grumbled.

Sonic handed over an old hat, a belt, some gloves, and a pair of boots. In fact, they were the very same ones he stole from Nack in the first place.

"This'll do for now, but it'll never replace my old stuff," Nack said, still not recognizing Sonic or his own getup.

"Whatever!" scoffed Sonic, as he walked away.

He completely forgot his previous encounters with Nack. And given his short attention span, he'll soon forget this encounter as well.

"Hmm, wait a sec. I think there's something inside this crate that I've been living in!" observed Nack.

He reached into the crate and pulled out a huge gun.

"Ha! What luck!" exclaimed Nack.
"A Sega Menacer. Now this is a real weapon!"

As it turned out, this was the same gun that Nack hid inside a crate for Sonic in the previous story, when they were temporarily partners. Having reacquired his old costume and gun, Nack had come full circle and was ready to begin his quest for revenge.

"Now it's time for a hunting trip worthy of Nack the..."

He paused mid-sentence and thought for a second.

"No, not "Nack the weasel"... I'll need a new name for this special mission. This time, I'll be "Fang". Supervillain Fang!"

He decided that the new alias suited his clandestine quest of revenge.

"This mission has to be a surprise attack. It's so top-secret, not even you can know about it!"

Fang points the gun at you (the reader) and pulls the trigger!

ZAP!...
BOOM!

Hope you survived... But don't worry, it gets better.

To Be Continued.