Preview of my next big project
Guess three times what kind of parody it is (No Awards, at all)
Thousands different versions of Mobius exist across the mutiverse, some similar...
The dreaded doctor Eggman launching his Egg Scorpion at the Freedom Fighters in the ruins of New Megaopolis for their climatic showdown.
Other not so....... A purplish crystal hedgehog with venom green eyes unleashing a powerful energy bolt, impaling a blue hedgehog upon it. There is more realities than stars upon the heavens.
In one of these realities a certain echidna runs down a street, his name is Knuckles "Smashing" Edmund. Named after an ancient echidna clan. Nicknamed "Smashing" because of his habit of breaking things. A dirt brown trenchcoat and hat protecting him from the relentless raindrops falling from the sky. Eager to return to his humble home at Breaker Street, probably to late for supper but mrs. Mongoose always left a cup of tea for him when not arriving in time.
Skipping up the stairs to the house. Fumbling for his key in the numerous pockets present on his coat, a small yell of victory as he proudly pushed it into the lock. Stepping carefully inside and closing the door behind him, it was late after all and no one cared much for iterruptions during the voyage on the dreamtrain. Slowly walking up the stairs to his room without a sound, remembering the door required oiling he only opened it half way. A simple one room apartment with the essentials, a small bed in the left corner, comfortable chair by the window, a dresser in the right corner and a desk littered with papers next to it. `Home, sweet home.` The echidna whispered, throwing his coat to the floor followed by the hat. Opening the dresser, he pulled out a blue striped pyjamas. For some reason he never really liked the color blue, found it to be boastful for some reason. The coat and hat was joined by a pair of suspenders, orange jacket, white cotton shirt, brown pair of pants landing beside the growing pile. Plumping down on the bed while thinking the clothes could wait until tomorrow, sleepy now. Taking a deep sniff he sensed the familiar scent of lemon tea, on the nightstand a steaming porcelain cup sat. `Mrs. Mongoose, what would i ever do without you.....` Picking up the cup to savor the blessed brew before sleep claimed his mind, as usual it tasted like a warm summer day. `Aaah! Just what the doctor prescribed.` Lifting his legs onto the bed he put the cup back down on the nightstand, blessed relaxation awaits the tired. Blinkingly his eyes dropped, closing as his breathing became slow and steady.