I was recently going through some old photographs that I took five years ago. From back when I first started high school. Having graduated, they brought a smile to my face due to the fact that high school was so fun that words could not possibly describe. Then I stumbled upon a photograph of me sitting in front of my computer on . It reminded me of this story that I had started five or six years ago.

So I logged on for the first time in very long. And I read the Shame Game 1. Then 2. Then what I had updated in 3. And it had rekindled an old flame. I was instantly inspired to update number three. But then I realized just how different the writing styles between the three were. So I decided, to fully appreciate this series that I had started, I should rewrite it with the writing style that it took all these six years of writing to develop.

So to celebrate the last five years of writing this series, and the last seven years of being an author here on , I present to you the rewrite, The Shame Game Infinite.

I am sorry to the readers of this series for letting you down by not updating in so very long. I humbly apologize and ask for you to give me this one last chance.

Sonic the Hedgehog, and all related characters, are (c) of SEGA/ Sonic Team.
This story, and it's older counterpart, is (c) of me.
Skye the Hedgehog, and any other OCs that you see later on in this story are (c) of me.

So please,

Enjoy.

New Mobotropolis, the suburban district of the very large, and expanding, city of Station Square, was known for many of its charming traits. Among these traits laid the fact that this was where I went to high school. Many laughs, fists, parties, and tears were shed at Station Square High by my group of friends and I. Many of them are long gone now, yet a select few I still keep in touch with. I'm living well off now, having chosen a profession in the engineering trade; and I'm providing for my family. Life is good, but I still have to admit, to this day, that the best part of my life was during the four years that I went to high school. I still remember most of the events very clearly, like the Christmas party at Amy's house, or when Knuckles scored the last touchdown in the football championships of my sophomore year. Yes, school was great, minus all the drama. What – don't believe me? Well how about I tell you my story?

Ten years ago I walked into high school for the first time.

-x-

The sun's ray's crept through the curtains of my window and landed on my closed eyes. I would have liked to sleep longer, and I can vouch that I tried, but it was useless. I threw the sheets off of myself, very much annoyed, and reluctantly got out of my warm, comfortable bed. You see, I was usually a morning person, but after the events of last night, with my friends at the movie theatre, I was not happy about waking up this early in the morning. I looked at the clock on my bedside table to figure out the exact time, and it read a quarter to noon. So, I didn't wake up that early, whatever.

I stretched my fourteen year-old body and let out a yawn and then headed toward my bathroom. See, my way of life was actually quite tranquil. I lived in the beautiful Mystic Ruins, away from all the city life and all that jazz, which is why I was able to sleep almost until noon. All of my friends, who lived in the busy city of Station Square, were all probably up a couple of hours ago. But their business wasn't mine, I guess.

At the time of my arrival in the washroom, I took a quick glance into the mirror to see that my orange fur was all matted from sweating in my sleep. I decided that a shower was definitely due, especially if I wanted to hygienically carry on in such a heat wave that the continent was experiencing. So I stripped off my boxers and hopped into the shower, turning the knobs to start the water. I jumped a bit when the water hit my nude body due to the sheer cold temperature. I had forgotten to replace the gas the day before and I had to pay the consequences. I quickly bathed myself, trying to free my poor body from the newly found cold climate as soon as possible. The second that I was cleansed, I turned off the water and hopped out of my shower. Subsequent to towel drying myself thoroughly, I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Hygiene was always of upmost importance.

I walked into my room with my dirty boxers and threw them in the laundry hamper. Searching through my dressers and closet for something appropriate to wear, I realized that I had no plans for today. School officially kicked off for the year in two days, so most people were getting prepared for it. I had prepared a week prior, to make sure that I was ready to the shoe laces I wore. But I was trying to ignore the fact that I was going to be in a new environment because, to be honest, I was completely nervous about the situation. Adapting to new experiences was never a strong point with me.

So, realizing that I was not doing anything today, and that it was probably going to be a very lazy day, I threw on a simple combination of boxers and a tank top. I yawned and stretched again, and then headed downstairs to make myself some breakfast. My parents were always busy on business trips and were barely home throughout the year, so I usually had the responsibility of being the man of the house and taking care of things by myself. I guess that it was a good thing, me gaining a very strong sense of responsibility and independence at a young age, but at the same time I was still very dependent on my friends and peers and my childhood, without my parents around, was quite lonely.

Making it to the kitchen, I unplugged my phone that I left charging there last night and checked for any missed messages from my friends. I got one from my best friend Sonic, stating that last night was very fun and that we should do it again. While quickly writing a reply, I turned on the stove and started preparing eggs and bacon. Once they were properly prepared, I put the food in a plate and poured myself a nice, tall glass of orange juice.

I sat myself on the couch and turned on the television set. I flipped the channels for a few moments until I came across the news. It was supposedly the hottest day that the continent had experienced all summer, and the announcer was telling viewers to go out and enjoy the weather for one last time before the first semester of school started. I chewed my eggs and thought about it for a moment, contemplating whether or not I should call my friends out. Before I had the chance to get deep in my thoughts, the door bell sounded, startling me out of my concentration. I got up and walking to the door, expecting it to be Sonic or Knuckles. When I opened the door, however, it was not blue or red that I saw. In fact, I did not really see much within the three seconds that it took for me to be tackled to the floor.

"Good morning, Tails!" Said the assailant, because I was definitely the victim here.

"Good morning, Amy," I replied to my assaulter. I could not stay angry at her, due to the fact that I cared so deeply for her. I knew that I loved the girl more than a best friend should. I had known the girl since I was only five years old. I had met her the same day that Sonic did, also. However, there were simply too many complications in our relationship, the biggest of which being the fact that she fancied Sonic over me. So I ignored my feelings for her, which grew deeper and more intense every time that I saw her, and hoped for the best and that she would get her prince charming.

Amy giggled and got up off of me, holding out a hand for me to take. I took her hand and she helped me up, a very big smile still plastered on her face. I could not help but to smile back at my best friend and to secretly admire her infinite happiness. "Looks like somebody forgot to put on a pair of pants this morning," she stated as-a-matter-of-factly. I looked down at myself and realized that she was right. I had absolutely no time to run upstairs and throw on anything else before answering the door. I let out a goofy laugh and shot her an apologetic face. "Did I come at a bad time? I can leave if you want me to."

I could not find the voice to answer her, however. She was wearing no makeup, and her outfit consisted of nothing more than a pair of jean shorts, a white tank top, and flip flops. I could see the beads of sweat forming on her forehead, a testament to the very hot climate outside. I could not possibly throw her back out into that dreadful heat.

"No, it's fine. I can run back upstairs and throw on a pair of shorts if it makes you uncomfortable. Grab a seat on the couch and make yourself at home, Ames." I offered, giving her another hug for good measure. She returned it whole-heartedly and I smiled into the hug.

"Don't worry about putting some pants on," Amy said, dropping herself into my bean couch, "You're just trying to beat the heat. And it's not like I haven't seen you in your underwear before."

I laughed as I walked passed Amy into the kitchen, opening up the refrigerator and pulling out two water bottles. I threw one at Amy, which she gracefully caught, and opened mine, taking a seat next to her on the couch.

"Ninety-eight degrees. Can you believe it?" Amy questioned, drinking a large gulp of her water. I copied her movements and took a nice, long swig of my own.

"Yeah. It's hotter than hell outside!" I replied, laying my head in her lap and closing my eyes. I heard her laugh and felt her hands move to play with my bangs and I felt my smile grow wider, "I'm sort of down to spend the day indoors and not die due to dehydration. What about you?"

"Well, Rouge invited all of us to the beach today, to sort of say goodbye to summer, which is why I came here. Wanna come?" Amy responded, still playing with my hair. I took another gulp of my water to make it look like I was thinking about it. I already knew what the answer was going to be. Anything involving her instantly meant that I was happy to go comply. I just did not want it to seem obvious.

"Well," I started, buying a little more time before answering, "I was going to spend the day tinkering with that engine that I have been designing for the past few years. The prototype came out quite well, actually."

"You mean the Tornado, Tails? I thought you and Sonic called it quits on that thing ages ago!" Amy said, half intrigued, and half exasperated.

"Well, Sonic did..." It was quite obvious that I was toying with her now, because when I opened my eyes and looked up at her, she had this playful smile on. I smiled back and sat back up on the couch, "Sure I'll come, Ames. Just let me go up stairs and pack a bag and stuff."

I got up from the couch and stretched for a third time that morning, then took to the staircase to go get ready. I felt something it me in the back, and when I turned around, I saw my closed water bottle on the floor. I looked at Amy, who had just assaulted me for the second time that morning, and gave her a look that visibly asked for an explanation.

"Oh yeah, and Tails," Amy said, her voice dropping to mock-seductive, "don't forget your pants this time, big boy."

I laughed and continued my way up the stairs. It was evident that the day was going to be full of excitement.

I really hope that you have enjoyed my update to the series that I started five years ago. Thank you to all the readers of the earlier versions, and this version. I do hope to continue this rewrite, and I hope that you have thoroughly enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed entertaining you with my works for the last seven years.

Until next chapter,

Ciao.

-Tails360