It's been a while since I dropped a story on my fan fiction peoples. It's Christmas break; so I'm about to see what I can do. I'm sure that I still have some juice left in the cup. Let's get it on.
The sound from the piano came out so beautiful. Every note, every key, each as soft and beautiful as the next. Everything was perfect. The flowers were all the best that money could buy. Long-stemmed roses, tulips, daisies, orchids, and lilies freshly imported from the Rose Garden in the Botanic Kingdom. Candles burned with great intensity as they sat burning amidst the flowers. The Chapel had quite the crowd. People from all over the city had heard about and gathered out for the event at hand. Alas, this was not a very exciting event as the audience directed their attention to the wreath in the altar with a few light weeps from some of the crowd. It read R.I.P. Next to the wreath was a well crafted, nice sized urn. Next to the urn upon a pedestal was a picture of the person whose funeral that was being attended. The person on the picture was a red echidna by the name of Knuckles the Echidna.
(Knuckles' P.O.V.)
Do you want to know when a funeral is really awful? It's really awful when it's yours, That's me up there, Knuckles the Echidna: Young, Gifted, and Dead. These are my remain right here in this urn. You might be wondering how I came to my demise. Well, it's really an interesting tale. First off, I'd like to introduce you to a few people. Those three mournful hedgehogs up front are Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog, and Silver the Hedgehog. You might've heard of them. You might not have. Well, they are the ones who killed me. Sure, they look sad, but they're really throwing a party on the inside. It's a celebration, bitches! Heh. But I digress. Even though they killed me, they're not the reason I'm dead. No, you didn't miss a word. You read correctly. They killed me, but they're not the reason I'm dead. I promise it'll all make sense in a minute. Just bear with me. These are their women respectively: Amy Rose, Blaze the Cat, and Tikal the Echidna. Aren't they sexy? Some families just have great genes, and these three are a testimony to that, but they're not the reason why I'm dead either. SHE IS! Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you all to Rouge the Bat. As you can see, she's a very attractive bat. She's got it all: slender hips, lips, and fingertips. The emotion shown on her face shows you that she really cared about me. She was the one who arranged my funeral. It's very heartwarming stuff. It makes you wonder how a sweet faced woman such as this could cause a man to die. Well, it all began six months ago….
Not a bad beginning I would say. This was short, but it gets a whole lot better. I promise you this. Icy Knuckles is back in effect. Hit me up sometimes. You know where my page is. ICY KNUCKLES