Its a few days late but don't worry. I thinkā¦
This is a Holiday Series type story so that means every major holiday ~Halloween, Christmas, Thanksgiving, etc. ~ will more than likely have a story. But that also means I'll have a deadline or whatever to meet. ~possibly before the next holiday~ So these probably won't be very long as in amount of chapters. But who cares! There will be more stories after that!
These stories will be Sonic X ones with my characters thrown in there because frankly, I don't think they have a Fourth of July on Mobius. Maybe a Thanksgiving. Possibly Easter, Christmas, Valentine's Day, and Halloween. I'm not sure in other words. Don't forget that they'll also be the age they are in my other Sonic story. Or something, I dunno.
Disclaimer- I don't own anything! If I did, then the Sonic characters would be real, Sonic would have stayed dead when Mephilis 'Chaos Lanced' him, and Eggman would have exploded into tiny little evil gerbils that puked evil flowers.
Halloween Prep
Dawn's POV
"Wow! Thanks Ella!" Amy's cry came from across the hall and inside the room from the one I was in.
"Cream, do you have... a six?" I asked with an over-dramatic look.
"Go Fish!" she laughed as I sighed and pulled a card out of the deck.
"Dawn, do ya have a six?" Sonic smirked before falling backwards as I threw my three sixes at him.
"Fu-" I growled but was interrupted by a certain two-tailed fox.
"There's a child in the room," Tails pointed out.
"Whatever," I sighed.
"Shads, do ya have any aces?" Sonic sat up and put the book (It's a Go Fish term) next to him.
"Go Fish, Faker," Shadow glared at Sonic.
"Mister Sonic?" Cream looked at Sonic with a strange look in her normally gentle eyes.
"Yeah Cream?" Sonic turned to face the young rabbit.
"Do you have any aces?" Cream looked down at her deck.
"Yes..." Sonic sighed before handing her his two aces.
"Mister Shadow, can I please have your twos?"
She was handed the three twos and a minute later Cream had managed to win the game with seven books. Sonic had one book, Shadow had none, I had two, and Tails had three.
"Cream!"
"Ella's calling me! Bye!" Cream waved before skipping out of the room with Cheese on her shoulder.
"She's only... six..." Tails murmured as his right eye twitched.
"She beat the genius!" I crowed.
"And you."
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"She beat all of us," Shadow added in.
"You didn't get any though!" Sonic laughed before Shadow tackled him with a mouth full of angry words that we were all lucky no one else heard.
"Ella wants you! And you!" Ice smirked before laughing her way into the kitchen after pointing to me and Shadow.
Shadow and I glanced at each other before I shrugged and dragged Shadow up the stairs and into the room Ella was in. "There you two are! I need to take measurements for both of you so hold still. Feel free to tell me what you want to be for Halloween!" Ella picked up her tape measure.
"What's Hallo...ween?" Shadow asked as he looked at Ella.
"Ya don't know what Halloween is?!" I screamed as I waved my arms hysterically above my head. "It's a holiday where people give you candy for dressing up and yelling at them!"
"So... a pointless holiday," Shadow sighed as I gasped.
"No! One of the best holidays ever!"
"Seriously?"
"Yeps. To answer your question Ella, I want to be... a knight," I declared and nodded as if to confirm it.
"Okay dear, let me just take your measurements," Ella smiled and started to measure my arms.
"Ok," Shadow said suddenly after a few moments of silence, startling Ella and I. "I will be a knight too. I've heard some of the Faker's adventures and one concerning this 'King Arthur' and his knight's in one of them."
"So we would be like one of King Arthur's knight?" I asked with a confused frown.
"Yes," Shadow nodded as I quickly caught on.
"You think he'll actually believe..." I trailed off with a smirk.
"Yes."
Diamond's POV
"Are you seriously afraid of a tiny plastic spider!?" I growled at Silver as he cowered behind me while I stood in front of the not so tiny spider.
"I-it's n-n-not t-t-t-tiny! It's huge!" Silver shrieked in fear.
"I'll make you face your fears," I replied calmly which anyone who knew me knew that I was almost never calm.
"Please! No!" Silver started crying as he hugged my legs.
"I didn't want to do this..." I murmured loud enough for the silvery-white hedgehog to hear.
All further pleas to stop me were drowned out as I easily picked up the hedgehog and shoved him in the face of the huge black spider with green dots and eyes with gaping jaws that had fake drool dripping off. He screamed in terror and started struggling but I wouldn't let go, even as he promised me many Skittles. "You big baby!" I laughed and knocked him out before tying him to the mutant spider face. "By George! See ya later!"
A kid in my grade passed away on October 10, 2013. I didn't know him and all I knew was that he was nice. He had some muscle problem thingy and was in an electric wheelchair or whatever it's called. Many will miss him even if they didn't know him. Few will miss him and even fewer won't care about his death. I am sorry to say I am in the fewest group of people, the people who don't care about an extremely smart, kind, and funny kid. Ever since last year... I try to not show too many emotions or get too attached to people. If I had stayed like I was before last year then I might have actually cried. But I am not like I was before last year and my life remains unaffected by his death. Many grieve and on the 14th, I asked one of my friends something.
I asked her 'Why do we want friends?'
She answered 'To not be lonely.'
I then replied 'So to make surviving easier? But what if they are bad friends?'
I then continued with 'Why do we grieve?'
She answered 'To get over their deaths.'
I countered it with 'But that means we relive memories with them. All the memories do is increase our sorrow as we realize that we can't bring them back.'
I know that many of my thoughts aren't good for eighth graders like me. I know that I could very well be going crazy or slipping into depression. But I was never like this when I was younger; I was nice, social, popular, friendly, and cheerful. Many things I am not now, now I am quiet, shy, shut-up, angry, unliked, feared, and unsocial. I am not even my true self around my friends, I am scared of them rejecting me and leaving me there to consider suicide again. In sixth grade, I felt like I was stabbed in the back because all of my other friends except one hated me. I didn't know what was happening as my life that was so bright and sunshiny was ripped away from me and replaced with a dark, cold, gray land that was barren of anything living except me and my mind. I started giving in to the darker part of me and soon enough, I was feared. Seventh grade came but now I just didn't care at all of what others thought about me. I started becoming darker, more shut off, and as some would say, eviler. The former good side of me rarely came out but I didn't care.
Towards the end of seventh grade, I read something on DeviantART. Way~to~Haven wrote something about 'Towers.' I immediately understood it and felt what she did. I then realized something; my life is similar to that. But I have lost most of my trust in people and tend to stay off in my little imagination, where I was Dawn the Hedgehog. Sometimes, my mind strayed to making everyone pay and I loved to imagine the world on fire as I watched its destruction. That was the new me. And that is who I still am.
