A/N: 'Kay, this thing has absolutely no plot whatsoever. No point, no moment of dramatic climp, no sappy, heart-wretching ending, nada.
It's purely a series (hopefully A LOT of series) that are purely random, make no sense and are the kind of scenes you'd expect to pop up in the middle of a dramatic scene where the excitement is high anad hot. I'm been weird lately (DON'T ASK) and I need to blow off some of the weirdness. Therefore, I've made a bunch of one shots all piled together in pretty ribbon and scotch tape to get the crazy weirdness to slow down and let me do whatever it is I do that I never seem to remember afterwards.
An (MAYBE) explanation will be supplied (HOPEFULLY) at the end of each "chapter." Thank you, and good night. Or evening. Whatever.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Knuckles, Julie-su, Possibly other characters that somehow show up: Sonic, Miles "Tails" Prower, Sally, Manic, St. John, Constable Remington, Rouge the Bat, Locke the Echidna, Lara-le the Echidna, Mace the Echidna, (MAYBE) Lien-da the Echidna, Kragok the Echidna, Dimitri the Echidna, The Brotherhood of Guardians (Hah, I wish. Those guys are soooo kick-ass!!*Fan boy/girl squeal*) Anybody else ever, ever, ever, ever mentioned even remotely with Archie/Sega.
This is purely fan-made, i make no money off anything.
Chapter 1
It was another surveillance mission, and he was stuck with the newbies. Again.
"Mr. Guardian, the Mathews have left the perimeter."
Hm. That was another thing. They, the Newbies, always called him "Mr. Guardian." Even just 'Guardian' would've been better. But no, they had to go for the ultimatum of ass-kissing and go "Mr. Guardian."
"Just Guardian, kid," he repeated again without taking his eyes from the sparking surveillance screen. "Or Lucifer. Whichever is easier."
The kid just blinked at him, his young face illuminated by the sour green of the screens. Knuckles sighed. Kids are so dense now a days. What happened to the insults like Gramps? Or even 'Dude.' Knuckles would settle for 'Dude.'
At least those names saved him a shred of confidence. 'Mr. Guardian' just made him feel old.
"But, Mr. Guardian, it's-that's...disrespectable, isn't it?"
"Why would it be?"
"But the Constable said-"
"The Constable." He rolled his dark eyes. So that's what the problem was. That sniggering old fool, with his look-a-like fedora of dank green where his trusty cap was brown and well-worn.
"Take my word for it, kid," Knuckles Lucifer said. "That Constable is more fulla it than the main city sewage system. Don't trust anything he says regarding me."
"But I still don't-"
"Geesh, kid," he snapped, finally turning his dark glare to the younger male. "Don't you have any common sense of your own? Does the Constable wipe your ass for you, too? Or does he hold your hand while you brush your teeth?"
The young males face darkened. But he didn't say anything back. He knew better. They all knew better. Careful 'round the Guardian, they said, He'll set your little toes on fire if you say the wrong thing to him.
"And if you must know," the guardian sniffed. "'Mr.' makes me feel old."
Blinkblink.
"You'd be surprised," the guardian continued, returning coolly back to his monitor. "how much you age between feeling 80 and 25 when someone calls you 'Mr.' before you're even married."
Th newbie, by now angry and humiliated by the supposedly kind guardian, had had about enough of the pompous guardian. He wanted to go; He'd done his job. He'd told the guardian what he was suppose to know, and now, before the guardian could insult him again, he wanted to leave the red one's presence.
"Go on, get outta here," the guardian said without looking around. "You've done your job. Leave."
It appeared the guardian had similar thoughts.