"Alright, Amy, you finally caught me."
Sonic had been running from Amy for years. He couldn't even count how many times he'd run, but finally, Amy had caught him.
"You remember what you said, right?"
"Yeah, once you caught me I would marry you. Okay, let's do this right," Sonic brushed himself off and sighed. He knew this day would come, he'd just hoped to delay this moment for as long as possible. He got down on one knee and held Amy's outstretched hand. "Amy Rose, will you marry me?"
Amy had tears in her eyes as she jumped up and down exclaiming, "Yes! Oh, yes, Sonic, yes!"
A month later they were married.
Twenty years after that, Sonic and Amy had a small family. Twin boys named Swift and Hustle who were seventeen, Hustle being the oldest by one minute. They also had a daughter named Irryl, who was eight. They had always been close, Sonic taking to married life like a duck to water. He settled down and was a great father, while Amy had stayed loving and caring, using her Piko-Piko Hammer to ward off every bad influence on the children, as well as in her home improvement projects.
Hustle awoke one morning to the sound of a mechanical screeching outside his room. He groggily looked out his window and saw something disturbing: a metallic something looking at his window, preparing for an attack.
"Swift?" he called to the next room, eyes wide, "I think you should look out your window."
Swift groaned from the next room over. "Five more minutes…"
"No, we've got company."
"Oh, alright. Let's get it over with."
Hustle grabbed the communicator on his nightstand. "Chaos Team, looks like a big Eggie just outside sector beta. Threat level undetermined. All units mobilize!"
A chorus of "Yessir!" blearily followed on the walkie-talkie.
Hustle jumped out of his window directly towards the "Eggie," grabbing his Chaos Emerald on his way out. He curled into a deadly ball of spikes spinning at supernatural speeds, moving faster now that he had his Chaos Emerald.
"No! You weren't supposed to wake up!" an Eggman clone yelled from the machine. Upon closer inspection, Hustle noticed that this Eggie was like some kind of alien spider, with about a dozen legs and sharp fangs, its abdomen filled with an arsenal of missiles.
"Well, you weren't supposed to break out of jail," Hustle shouted, "but here we are! I haven't had breakfast, either. Let's get this done fast, huh?"
"No way! I'll take you out before you can even touch me! This machine is perfect, I tell you, perfect! You won't even scr—"
"Scratch the paint, I know, you've said it a dozen times, Doc." Hustle squeezed his Emerald and sped forward. One of the machine's many legs snapped up and blocked him. Hustle fell back dazed, managed to land without falling, and took off again. Using his Emerald to warp, he got closer and closer to the spider-bot, but being thwarted each time he got close.
"Any time now, Swift! Wake your lazy butt up!" Hustle called.
"I'm comin'!" Swift yelled.
The spider-bot suddenly shot off a missile.
"I'm on it!" called Clipse, Hustle's best friend. Clipse palmed his Emerald and warped in too, took out the missile, warped again, then tried to attack the Egg clone sitting inside. He too got knocked away, thwarted by the creation's many legs.
"You see?" the clone jeered, "It's perfect! Not a scratch!"
"Yeah?" Clipse called. He pulled on his long black-and-red head spikes and pulled one out. "We'll see about that…" he whispered to Hustle. Clipse touched one end of the spike to his Chaos Emerald, chanting a few words. The barb began to glow, and Clipse threw it like a sizzling shuriken. "Man, those things get hot!"
The spike flew straight and true, striking the shielding leg of Eggman's spider-bot. The point of the spike buried itself in the leg, and exploded with Chaos energy. The Egg-clone sitting atop cried out in surprise, his machine teetering from the force of the blast.
"Yeah, that's it!" shouted a large purple dog dashing towards them. He had a Chaos Emerald too, and used it the same as Clipse, throwing a whisker from his nose.
"No! No no no no no no! You will pay!" The Egg-clone pressed a button on the inner control console interface, and the back end of the machine opened up, firing off a barrage of missiles.
"Guys, we can't let those get into town! They'll destroy everything!"
"I'm on it!" called a lanky otter that was arriving on the scene. He pulled out his handheld and spoke a few words to it. Soon, the handheld was in control of the rockets, turning them towards the Egg-bot and Egg-clone.
The Egg-clone shielded his face in fear. "No! This can't be happening!"
The missiles hit into the Egg-bot, and when the dust cleared, nothing was left but a twisted pile of metallic rubble and yet another failed cloning.
"Well done, Chaos Team, I'd call that one was a success!" Hustle said, "Come on, let's go get breakfast at Ben's!"
"Hey, wait, where's Swift?" James the Otter asked.
"Yeah, where is that sorry excuse for a pincushion? I haven't seen him in at least a week!" Brian the Dog teased.
"I don't know, he's been acting weird lately. We woke up with that thing at our window, and I yelled for him to wake up, but he never got out of bed. Hey, look, it's Natasha!"
An adorable little kitten was running up the street towards them. "My brother!" she called as she ran, "Are you okay?"
Hustle, like his father, had taken one weaker than him under his wing. He and Natasha had become so close they practically were brother and sister.
"No, Tosh, I'm fine, thanks to these guys." He gave her a quick hug. "Swift!" he shouted, "Are you awake? Come on, we're going to Ben's for breakfast! Are you coming?"
"Just go without me. See ya later," he said as he drifted back to sleep.
Well, that's weird, Hustle thought to himself, that's not the usual Swift. Something's up. Oh well, I promised the guys we'd go to breakfast. "Alright. We'll see ya!"
A/N A few people commented on this story the first time I posted it. Insolent and Sonicala both sent me a message which I took offense to and replied in a not-so-nice way. I looked at the story and found that they were right to criticize because I had accidentally posted the wrong chapter from a different story, so I owe the two of you, Insolent and Sonicala, a big apology and also a thank you. If not for you, my story would have unchecked, and my other readers would have been confused. Thanks and sorry, you two!
Happy Spelling,
Wizard Typist