AUTHOR'S NOTE: All characters in this story belong to Sega and Sonic Team. However, the scenario and any "original characters" herein are not bound by any copyrights. All characters are many years older than they are in the current Sonic era (the video games).
Chapter 1: "Pizza Run"
"Sup, bud?" said the now visible Sonic the Hedgehog.
Tails, working on the X-Tornado as usual, jumped at the sound of his uninvited friend's voice, smashing his forehead on a hard piece of metal on the underbody.
"...Ow!" was all Tails could say as he rubbed his forehead.
"Hey, sorry 'bout that, bro. Didn't mean to scare ya'," Sonic said with a chuckle. Quickly changing his attitude though, he continued, "Hey, maybe we could go get some pizza to help heal that bump on ya' head?"
"Why not? I need to take a break anyway," Tails grunted while finishing his work under the aerial fighter and cleaning his hands on a grease rag, blackened with overuse and lack of washing.
"Well... I mention that.. 'Cause I really don't have any money on me... heheh," Sonic replied, looking at his normally yellow-furred friend covered with black grease. Before giving a chance for Tails to reply, Sonic blurted, "But man, I think you need to take a shower first, ya' lookin' kinda' dirty."
"Oh yeah, I noticed," the black and yellow fox replied flatly. Getting up from his sitting position on the mobile seat he used for the required maintenance under the large plane, Tails exited the garage and walked leisurely with his buddy back to his self-built home. "You're always strapped on cash. What ever happened to getting stuff for free?"
Sonic answered with a tinge of disappointment, "I guess ever since Eggbutt ain't been attacking very often, and really all the crime we get to fight anymore are just your average thugs an' lowlifes – maybe the occasional bank robbery – I guess people just don't need us as much any more." With a frown to add to he realization of the duo's situation, the two walk without another word to each other to Tails' house, before a a certain fox's stomach began to gargle.
"Whoa, looks like someone was hungrier than they thought, hm?" the slightly surprised Sonic spread a smile on his face as he peered at his friend.
"Heh, I haven't exactly eaten, ya' know... anything... in a day or so," the embarrassed vulpine muttered as he scratched the back of his head, his tell-tale sign of his embarrassment.
"Well then, you head back to the garage, I'll go inside and order it." Sonic gleefully proposed.
"What about all this grease? I've been working non-stop on the X-Tornado for days," Tails, looking at his nearly black fur whined.
With unsurprising speed, the 'blue blur' – in a very literal sense – spun Tails around so quickly, most of the grease could be seen flying in the air and spread about the grass.
"Uhrg! A little too fast, but thanks, Sonic!" the fox looked nauseated and held his hand to his head as he stumbled back to his aircraft.
With a smile that could warm the heart of Dr. Robotnic himself, Tails' furry blue friend replied with a thumbs up, "Any time, pal! And make sure to get pepperoni on all of it, sausage on half and chili and extra cheese on the other!"
"As usual!" Tails blurted, already halfway across the runway. Tails hopped in his now even faster jet fighter (via the maintenance), ready to take off. The the palm trees on the sides of the runway bent away slowly, allowing the fighter jet to fly away to the nearest pizza parlor. As quickly as he had taken flight, the hungry vulpine jumped out of the X-Tornado, leaving it with the thrusters still on, allowing it to hover over the building as Tails walked inside. He didn't even look at the sign he had walked under. He'd read it thousands of times already. It read: "Jared's Specialty Pizza".
"Hey, Tails! Long time no see, dude!" the obvious lingo of a surfer in the voice of the clerk was thick. "Have a seat!"
"Something smells good, Jared! I hope it's my pizza," the starving fox remarked as he flopped in the nearest plastic lawn chair, rubbing his white gloved hands together and licking his lips.
"Why wouldn't it be, my man? Sonic called it in already, that fast sonuvagun! I still owe ya' one after you saved my life from that fire!"
"Eh, it wasn't that hard! It was just a little fire."
"A little fire that could of burned me head from toe and destroyed my shop, dude!"
"Hehe, well, I guess it was kinda' dangerous..."
Scratching the back of his head, Tails sat back waiting for his pizza, enjoying the sun shining through the window. Unnoticed by the usually curious fox, a slightly shadowed, lone figure walked into the shop.