Wow. Who'da thunk it? Here I am again in the Sonic section!
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This idea is one I've been toying with idly in my spare time, so it's probably not very good and I won't be posting it excessively fast. This first chapter's really short, too. Just keep in mind that this fic and my other two fics in this section are COMPLETELY UNRELATED...as far as I know.
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That said, here we are. Enjoy the show!
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Disclaimer: Chiwizard does not own Sonic
Claimer: Chiwizard owns all self-invented characters and stuff
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He blinked, holding a hand over his eyes as they adjusted. What was making all of that light…oh. Well, duh. The sun had risen while he was dozing. Not to mention there was a perfectly clear sky this morning…
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Knuckles the Echidna, Guardian of the Shrine of the Master Emerald and jewel ensconced therein, located on scenic Angel Island (currently heading south-by-southwest over the Indian Ocean), yawned and sat up from his usual night-sleeping position of being sprawled on the top two steps of the stairs.
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For someone as hyper-aggressive as Knuckles was (according to certain blue hedgehogs, at least), the echidna tended to lead a very relaxed life style. Most of his time was actually spent asleep or half-asleep. Some days, the total amount of movement he made was to scoot onto the top platform from the staircase in the morning, only to roll back down in the evening, without even taking the time to get on his feet and walk.
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Yet whenever something or someone intruded on his very peaceful state of existence, Knuckles would instantly be ready to punch the idiotic thing/person into next Tuesday. Very rarely were outsiders tolerated on Knuckles' turf. Even fewer were able to come back for repeat performances. Even less then that was the number of people permitted to stay for extended periods on the island.
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There were a few exceptions to this: Sonic and his friends for one. Although Knuckles tolerated Sonic mostly because the hedgehog kept coming back no matter how many times he was bodily 'escorted' off the island.
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Recently, there had been a new addition to Knuckles' very short list of exceptions. The Echidna turned his head to watch as that addition uncurled and yawned from its own sleeping place not far away.
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Quill was…well, not even Quill himself knew exactly what kind of creature he was. An intelligent, sort of cat-shaped animal that could fly thanks to a pair of white wings on his back. But he was also very young, and had wandered onto the island over half a year ago, exhausted and nearly starved to death.
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Knuckles might have reacted a little better to Quill's arrival if he hadn't first found the child asleep on top of the Master Emerald. Still, things had worked themselves out in the end.
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As the Echidna watched, Quill stretched out his wings a bit with a few flaps before launching himself into the air. The child passed over him with a cheerful chirp as he fluttered off in search of breakfast. Knuckles took the time and effort to stand up and look around for a minute before actually walking to the platform where the Master Emerald rested. Nothing different from last night that he could see. It looked like this was going to be just another ordinary day on Angel Island.