Unbeständiger Mond :

Lüg Niemals

K.E. Wesch


(Don't have any particular reason to read all this? Then, by all means, skip it, scroll down and start the story.)

Pocket Summary: (Story is in English.) Darkness has never seemed so palpably close as it has now. What with Robotnik's surrendering to and joining up with G.U.N….the entire world is now in constant fear of a dystopian uprising. When G.U.N. orders the termination of Sonic once and for all, they employ one of Robotnik's fondest creations…a seven-year-old Mobian named Mondenkind.

(Yes, I do fail at summaries. Do you want a freakin' cookie for your perceptiveness?)

Disclaimers: (The part we all love to read.) I do not own anything canon in this story. They are copyrighted and owned by SEGA as well as Archie Comics, 4KidsTv, etc. I DO, however, own my OC's, so don't mess with them without asking.

This story is not going to take place in any particular point in the game's/TV show's linage, nor will it have the same exact things going on, because I don't really see a need for trying to figure something like that out. Sort of like an AU, but not entirely. It is on Earth, or at least, the world startlingly similar to 'Earth' that was featured in Sonic Adventure DX, complete with Angel Island, Mystic Ruins, etc. All canon chars are going to be as young as the majority of games depict them: as in, Tails will be eight, Amy twelve, Sonic fifteen, etc….Simply because I want to avoid any awkward romantic pairings. In this story, Shadow, Rouge, Knuckles, and Big are all older teens/adults, again for technical reasons.

Pairings: Alrighty, so we've got ourselves some Tails x OC, some Sonamy and some Shadouge. If any other romantic opportunities present themselves, then sweet.

Warnings: Blood, gore, violence, brief implied sensuality (NOT involving the little guys…eww…it's with the adult chars), slight language, torture, child abuse, all the super-fun stuff I normally warn about. When anything serious goes down, I promise to up the rating to M.

There were some problems with this story the first time I tried it, so I re-did a few things and re-submitted. A big thank you goes out to Taranea for helping me!


CHAPTER ONE: Easter

Why did he trouble with this fascination anyway? So much daily routine, so much constant dat-dat-dat of the machines as they whirred behind him...In the end, the only valid reason Robotnik could produce for why he did what he did was because he loved it. He loved the routine, loved the outstretching of gloved hands to tinker away with circuit boards as the hours ran into days and days melded into weeks, his mind dipping in and out of clarity as swiftly as a sewing needle weaves in and out of fabric.

But…what was there to be said of his life now? He had been trying so hard, for so very long, overcoming so many trials, sewing and sewing his own grand quilt, made from the fabric of life…only to surrender?

Impossible.

Indeed, G.U.N. had promised him glory, recognition, even a few 'special advancements.' They had smiled and nodded and passed him the paperwork without the slightest of hesitation. They had given him new tools, new technology, new types of metal, new ships, new experiences. Even a new job in a nice office. But what was he, the greatest scientific genius to ever live, supposed to glean from all this? Nothing. Nothing at all, not with things standing the way they were. Put bluntly, Ivo worked alone. Alone and above.

What G.U.N. had done to him, badgering him into surrendering like this, lowering him so far down on the totem pole, taking away any number of ambitions, was unforgivable.

Sighing, the broken scientist picked up his telephone, swinging back and forth in his mobile chair rather absentmindedly. No matter how unforgivable their actions…he obeyed them. Perhaps weakness. Perhaps scheming. Perhaps boredom. No-one could really tell why he obeyed. He just…did. For now.

Ivo input twelve choice numbers on the telephone, jumping through a security hoop in the process. Then he waited for the ring.

He knew what it was about, why the Commander had asked him to call so early in the morning, when the first pinks and oranges of daybreak were barely making their presence known through thin cracks in the office blinds, when the various secretaries had groggily started to mill about, making coffee in break rooms, coming into his room uninvited to rifle through desk drawers and cabinets, high heels clacking against the black-and-white linoleum.

The Commander needed to borrow one of Ivo's projects, yet again. Probably, they were having some more 'technical difficulties' with the local Freedom Fighters.

A long-winded ringing session sounded in his ears, almost to the point where Ivo considered hanging up and trying again later, before the Commander answered his supposedly expected call with a bright: "EGGMAN! So great to hear from you, truly it is."

"A pleasure," the Doctor replied dryly, cringing and gritting his teeth. He hated being called that. And why was the Commander acting so happy? The guy could barely manage to plaster a smile on his face, let alone jump onto a phone line and exclaim his co-worker's name with any amount of excitement. "Now how can I help you, Commander, sir?"

"Well, the thing is…we seem to have caught word that you've…"

"That I've what?"

"…That you've been harboring some of your material from us for a long time now, thinking we wouldn't find out, but, as is obvious now, we have. Things you don't use. Things you didn't think you'd have to use. We just think it would be beneficial for us to at least see some of these harbored creations. You understand."

Ivo was silent as he listened to the Commander's account. Gulping, he turned in his chair, to face away from the door and towards the white wall, with its framed photos of the good 'ol days--- mostly gloriously captured images of rare instances where he managed to beat Sonic down to the ground. Sure, Sonic always got onto his feet again. Sure, Ivo had never defeated him once and for all. But these photos were just for smiles. Smiles and longing. "No, I don't understand," he rebuked, seemingly as unabashed as a spark in the night. "I don't understand at all. I have given you everything I own, everything I've worked on, even things that have taken half a lifetime to build. What more do you want from me?"

Light chuckles from the other end. Bemusement at Ivo's hopeless cause. The suit pressed on. "We want you to show us what you're hiding. Those rooms in the lower levels of your laboratories, where people rarely visit, let alone investigate. That's all. Couldn't be that hard to haul some skeletons out of the closet, no? If those abandoned robotics or plans aren't being used, then why bother keeping them, Eggman? Obviously they don't matter to you."

Actually, the Doctor did posses a worthy abandoned project, the only alive model in a set of eight, this set the only things occupying those 'lower levels' and the only creations he'd never told his supervisors about. He had good motivation to keep it hidden from G.U.N., but he also had good motivation to obey his Commander and not get his dome of a head blown off. Closing his eyes, rubbing his auburn brown moustache with a tired hand, Ivo compensated weakly, feeling as though another part of his life quilt had just been set ablaze, flames searing at his heart without mercy.

"There is one. One. That is all I've been hiding. It's not what you would expect, but it is a weapon nonetheless." Ivo let out a painful breath. "When would you like to see it?"

There was a short pause, then a short-lived confirmation: "…As soon as possible, if you don't mind. Thanks for your time. Have a nice day."

Spinning around in his chair, slamming the phone down after the Commander's dismissal, Ivo grumbled incoherently to himself and quickly took up his yellow notepad and pen, readying to keep working on some new plans.

Stupid G.U.N. and their fast talk and flashy ways. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid…


Silver tears, silver lining, silver dancing, dancing tears. Tears of the sun, tears of God, tears of man, sinners, tears cried and streaming down panes of stained glass this fine Easter morning…

These were the words twelve-year-old Amy Rose wrote down inside her notebook as she sat patiently in one of the church pews on the far right of the room, near the huge, stained glass windows. To either side of her sat two other Mobians. Sonic, a strapping young hedgehog of fifteen, and Miles 'Tails' Prower, a punctual, double-tailed child-kitsune of eight. In reality, none of the three wanted to be here, despite the fact that it was Easter morning, despite the fact everyone and their brother in this part of the county was attending. Not now. They did not want to listen to some boring old human rant about God and his son the "savior"….

The world had already needed a savior. They had needed Sonic...

Look how that one turned out.

"Sonic--- T-Tails! Knock it off!" Amy hissed lowly, trying feebly to get her pink and green notebook away from their grasping fingers. "What is your problem today? Huh?"

"We just wanna see it," Sonic whispered. "C'mon, show us what deep poetics you've got going on there."

"No!"

Tails leaned in closer. "Please? I mean, I wanna be a writer too…Maybe your words can inspire me."

Watching the fox's eyes grow wider, shinier, as he innocently cocked his head to the side, the girl registered what was going on and scoffed. "Tails. You're the worst liar in the world, you know that?"

Smack! One. Smack! And two.

Amy hit the both of them over the head with the notebook in question. Then, after climbing over Tails, she scooted down more towards the end of the pew, nearer to the windows and the light she had written to be 'like streaming sun tears.'

"For he has arisen! For he has come back to shed his light on the Earth and fill us with the bounty of heaven, for he is the Lord!"

She listened halfway to what the Priest was saying. Mostly just picking out the select words and phrases that she found beautiful enough to write down… for rewording and poetic revamping later. Oh, how broken she had become. Twelve is an impressionable age, even more so when your six-year-old friend is in prison, your life turned upside down, and your world ruined, stained with unfitting shades of black and red.

A few months ago the three of them had agreed to move out of the City and into the far-off countryside. It was too rigorous in the City, too controlled and too close to the source of the terror. At first, Sonic had been furious at the very thought. There was no way he could just pack up and leave like a frightened vermin. He was a hero. He was supposed to, he was destined to stay and fight, to put an end to G.U.N.'s sudden reign and restore harmony.

Then reality hit.

Sonic was just a boy. A teen. A child.

He stood no chance, at least not against numbers like these, without so much as an inkling on how to reach the source of the madness.

Cream, a Freedom Fighter and one of the group's closest friends, had been captured, as had her darling mother, Vanilla…Two weeks later, Vanilla was reported dead, killed in direct result of Cream's unwillingness to conform. Indirect torture.

Robot army after robot army assembled. Human armies began to take form as well. G.U.N. divided and conquered silently, creating bases and fortresses where before there had been nothing.

As for Shadow, Knuckles, and Rouge…they had decided to stay and fight with the other FF. They were older. Maybe smarter, possibly more calculating, and certainly more capable of handling themselves in combat against the great numbers and new designs.

One could say Tails, Sonic and Amy were doing fine, and it would be easy enough to agree with this. They lived alone in a nice house, got along with each other (considering), had enough to eat and a good school to attend.

One could also say that this wasn't enough.

That it could never be enough.