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Cold, wet, sore and absolutely miserable. Nack gritted his teeth as he tossed his duffle bag into the corner of the abandoned building he had been staying in. He hovelled over to the couch and collapsed onto it in a heap. He removed the trademark Stetson and placed it on a rotting and stained coffee table as he straightened himself out. He hated Sonic, loathed him to his core for so many reasons, he always had to go screwing up any contract he got. The money would have been perfect, enough to finally buy his way out of the slums. He tried to calm himself down, he hated letting his emotions get the better of him, he always wanted to be at his best. Though right now that wasn't an option he thought bitterly. He reached for his left brown and white boot and slid away the panel on the side of it. He grabbed a piece of plastic and stuck it between his teeth in preparation for what came next. He clicked the button and the boot suddenly felt loose, then the searing pain came. The plastic in his mouth was instantly bit in half and he tried to stifle his scream. His breathing quickened and his entire body shuddered in pain as he slowly took the boot off and placed it on the table. Slowly the pain settled down into a low throbbing burn. His reason for hating Sonic today had been he'd knocked something loose in one of his boots, which meant it had stopped working at full capacity and the only way to fix it meant taking it off. He looked at his leg, from the knee up no one could tell it had ever been injured, but one look below the knee and they would see just how bad it really was. Completely devoid of fur, covered in surgical scars, with bumps from where the bones had never set properly. He recalled the day he'd had his legs wrecked.
It had started with something simple, a job like he'd done a hundred times before, get in, shake a guy down, grab cash, deliver it to his boss. His cut was minimal but he wasn't stupid enough to try and steal from the local boss. He needed the cash so he had gone to the guys apartment to collect. He hadn't been there when he knocked so he had figured he would break in and wait for him to get home. He pulled out his lock picks, opened the door then took a seat in an armchair and waited. He eventually got bored and pulled a book from the person's shelf. It was about engineering and thus he was quite interested. He mused how if he had had a better education he probably would have wound up an engineer or at the very least a mechanic. Finally he'd heard the footsteps, heard the person open the door and when he did Nack quickly realized his mistake. The Mobian in question was a Rottweiler, massive and the second he saw Nack he had charged. He tried to pull out his gun but the monstrous Mobian ploughed into him and sent him crashing to the floor. Before he knew it the massive dog had picked him up by the throat and tossed him straight out the window. It wasn't a pleasant landing.
Nack finished thinking about how stupid he had been and finally finished repairing the boot with his tool set he had kept stored under the table. He placed it back on, clicked the button and gave a sigh of relief as the pain completely faded. Nack was impressed with himself every time he put on the boots which he'd painstakingly built. Even Robotnik would probably be impressed with how complex they actually were; though no one knew they did anything other than keep his feet warm. He once again cursed the hospital that had kicked him out because of his lack of money and or insurance, he could only dream of a scenario where they had properly fixed him instead of forcing him out into the street where he'd fixed them as best he could. The bones didn't set right and apparently once you're a known enemy of Sonic they won't bother fixing your legs no matter how much cash you offer. Still once he'd built the boots he'd been able to work again and not beg for scraps on the sidewalks.
For now he cracked open a drink and turned on an old colorless TV he'd managed to get working. After all, the universe would have to give him a break eventually and so he would just bide his time until then. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine himself somewhere far away, a warm beach, crashing waves and a set of fully functioning legs. He quickly made an edit and added in a pretty girl or two, he wondered aloud if that was really so much to ask? Probably, so with a wicked smirk he put down his drink and got ready to head back out and get some good old fashioned revenge, someone needed to put Sonic in his place and he was just the Weasel for the job.
Tails was listening with rapt attention to his brother's latest story of the days events where in the villainous Nack the Weasel had been defeated.
"Ha then I gave him the ole Sonic leg sweep and knocked him flat! Sadly when I had my back turned to help the man he'd been trying to kill he ran out a window and managed to get on his hoverbike and escape. He won't be showing his ugly mug around here soon though that's for sure." Sonic finished his story with a heroic thumbs up which Tails quickly mirrored and received a pat on the head from his hero. Tails lived in the mystic ruins with his brother and was contented to remain there for as long as he could, being surrounded by other people wasn't something Tails was 100% comfortable with. Still he loved living here, able to work interrupted on his research, plane or any of the other fifty inventions he tended to have going at any given time. Sonic and him continued talking for another twenty minutes before Sonic took off on his evening jog.
Tails walked back into the garage and took a seat in front of the desk that housed his latest project. A Chaos emerald generator, and set about carefully going over the design. As of right now it was finally built and was ready for a test trial, Tails rubbed his hands together in anticipation. He went over to the vault he'd had installed and put in the code. The great metal door swung open and Tails grabbed a yellow Chaos emerald and moved it towards the generator. He fastened it into the prongs he'd designed specifically to hold it and then flipped a switch. He felt his fur stand on end and waves of yellow energy bounded around the room, it was a success, it was perfect and…..Tails perked his ears as he heard a noise rapidly getting closer. He heard an explosion and then a massive crash as the wall exploded into a cloud of debris which pelted the generator and Tails. He coughed heavily as dust filled his lungs and stumbled about completely blind before tripping and catching himself on a switch. Tails swallowed as he looked in horror at what he'd pulled and suddenly a blinding yellow light hit him and then he fell away into sleep.
Nack slowly opened his eyes and felt a pounding headache already coming on as he looked around the smoking ruins of Sonics garage. Maybe blasting his garage open then driving into to try and sabotage it hadn't been one of his best ideas, but hell, he didn't expect the hedgehog to keep anything explosive in his garage! He tried to shake the dust off of his fur and put his hand on his head to make sure his hat was still in place. He felt nothing there so he swore as he tried to look around the ruins of the garage and find where it had fallen. Finally he spotted the Stetson grasped in a stiff brown gloved hand. Nack quirked an eyebrow, as far as he knew he was the only one who wore brown gloves. A frightening thought suddenly hit him, what if it was Tails! A fear crept into his mind at the thought of what Sonic would do if he'd killed his best friend. He quickly tossed rubble off the individual desperate to prevent the full wrath of the hedgehog. He started to see features appear from under the pile of rubble, white chest check, long purple tail…gun holster….single large oversized fang. Nack suddenly fell back realizing he was looking at his own face.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" Nack screamed when suddenly the look alike body shifted and eyes flew open and stared at Nack in utter confusion.
"What? Why am I over there….what's going on?" Nack heard the body say. He started backing away slowly when suddenly he heard the all too familiar sonic boom that signalled the arrival of his least favourite person.
"Tails buddy are you okay! Speak!" He heard Screaming before he even entered the garage. Nack had flown into a panic, he had to get out before Sonic saw him, too late, the hedgehog had his eyes looking directly into his and Nack knew he was screwed. He put his hands up in front of him and tried to back away as he started pleading.
"It was completely and accident, yeah! I uhhhm, heard Robotnik so I tried to …..help." Nack knew how ridiculous the lie sounded coming from his lips and he tried to prepare himself for the fury, but he only saw relief flood the hedgehogs face who suddenly through his arms around Nack. He was expecting a crushing pain, a stab, something but the hedgehog just stood there hugging him, Nack started wondering if there was something called the hug of death and if this was it. Suddenly Sonic pulled off him and his face went dark as he glared daggers at the doppelganger. He heard the fury in his voice and shut his eyes as he waited for the beating to start.
"You, Nack tried to hurt my buddy. You tried to kill Tails and no one gets away with that!" Nack tensed waiting for the strike when he heard a voice shout out in utter terror.
"Sonic what are you doing! It's me Tails! Sonic stop your scaring me! SONIC!" Nack opened his eyes to see the Doppelganger backing away in fear as Sonic slowly walked towards him. Now he was even more confused, just what was going on? Sonic stopped and shook his head before addressing the doppelganger, his voice cold.
"You honestly think you can convince me your Tails, Nack? Fine here's a question only Tails would know. What do I put in my chilli sauce as a secret ingredient?" Sonic continued advancing completely certain that he wouldn't answer when suddenly Nack's voice shouted at him.
"It's Cinnamon, you always add some cinnamon!" Sonic stopped and looked with a confused expression at the cowering purple weasel in front of him. He looked right into his eyes and saw honesty, something that he had never before seen in the weasels eyes. Sonic's expression shifted as he held out a hand and the weasel suddenly through his arms around Sonic and started crying. Nack was thirty clicks past confused now, if that was supposed to be Tails why the hell did he look like him. Suddenly a terrifying feeling suddenly hit him as he looked at his arms and say yellowish orange fur. Nack just looked up in time to see Sonic and his body staring at him with confused and angry looks. Nack had a confused and shocked grin on his face before he fell over and passed out from the shock of realization. He was trapped in the shrimpy, childlike body of Sonic's sidekick, why, WHY did the universe loathe him so much!