Author's Note: I'm going to put my Truth or Dare fic on hold for a little while (I'm just not as enthusiastic about it as I used to be). I will either accept 1 or 2 Ocs per reviewer, based on how big a response I get. I plan on keeping something like this going throughout the story, switching between perspectives.
I hope you like this. :)
Disclaimer: Sega owns everything pertaining to Sonic
You know, I pride myself on being a very patient person. Someone who doesn't let everyday worries get under his skin, and can even find things to laugh at now and again.
I most definitely wasn't laughing now.
"Watcha doing Casper?" asked an all too chipper voice from right behind my shoulder.
Sighing loudly, I turn to look at one of my imposed………what? Roommate? Cellmate? Neither seems quite right to the predicament I was forced to endure.
About two days ago, Sora, the crazy Spider Monkey I've known for so long I can hardly remember a time when no one called me Casper…..
HOW I HATE THAT NAME!!!
………"Ahem" Excuse me, let's continue. She came to me with a preposterous story about a weird old Victorian house that had shown up in the neighborhood, seemingly overnight.
At least, the story would have sounded preposterous if it had come from anyone else but Sora's mouth. As it is, it was just a normal life event when one lived with her. But, I digress, she somehow convinced me to go with her to this odd house (something about the meaning of life being inside…….at least, I think she said life, it might have been tacos, which there seemed to be enough of in this crazy house……again, off tangent, sorry). Of course, just showing me this apparition wasn't enough for Sora, oh no, we just had to go Inside the big spooky house. Unfortunately, as is often when Sora decides to do something, before I had a chance to protest I found myself being dragged through the threshold.
Now, as is typical when someone enters the spooky house in horror movies, the door immediately slammed, with a bang, closed behind us.
Now, at first, I didn't much worry about this, heck to someone who could phase through over three feet of concrete, a simple wooden door didn't seem all that threatening. Wrenching myself from Sora's grip, I was quite content to leave her to all the ghouls (Lord have mercy on Their poor souls) and turned to make my escape.
That was the original plan, but I've never been that lucky. Sure, I phased through the door easily enough…..only to find myself back in the same room, facing the still smiling Sora.
It had only taken me about twenty repeats to figure out that I wasn't going to get out that easily.
Of course, being the brave man I was, I sucked it up and only cried for about 10 minutes, before Sora knocked me out with that stupid wrench of hers.
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I'm not quite sure what Caspy poo's problem was. Here we are in this great house, and the first thing he tries to do is leave! I wanted to play!
Fortunately, the house seems to want to play to, because when he did that trick he has he just kept coming back.
But then he sat down and started crying! I didn't like that….so to try and cheer him up I threw Clank at him to try and inspire a game of catch…….It's not my fault he didn't see the wrench and it, instead, knocked him out, it's not!
But I decided not to dwell on it and, instead, went to explore the house.
It is HUGE!!!!
So far, I've seen a big kitchen (with randomly floating utensils), a ENORMOUS living room (I saw the Hubble Space Scope!), more bedrooms than I can count (one of which had MY name on it and had several varieties of jungle life inside), an indoor pool (with no less than three sharks for me to play with!), a courtyard (with Monster Trucks! A shooting range, and a tennis court ), a green house (something tried to eat me……spat me out and said I tasted funny), and twelve bathrooms (ranging from out houses to gold plated toilets!).
Eventually, I entered one of the rooms (not mine) when I heard a loud knocking from the closet. Wondering if it was my friend Jeff (the dust bunny), I opened it up.
Out fell a black and red hedgie with spikey hair that I immediately recognize.
"Emo! You finally decided to come out of the closet!"
Shadow gave me a horrified look for a moment, as if something I had said had another meaning (although, what that meaning was I couldn't guess), before something more like distaste settled across his features.
"Oh, you. What is it this time?" he questions.
I give him a perplexed look as I ask, "Whatever do you mean?"
"I mean, whenever something weird happens and your around, it's usually you causing it."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I tell him huffily.
"Then explain the incident last month, involving a pear, a cardinal, and the Protestant Revolution."
I stayed silent after that.
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When I came to, I couldn't decide at first if it was a blessing or a curse. On the one hand, I had a headache that would make an aneurism look like Disney World. But, on the other hand, if I hadn't woken up then I never would have witness the interesting sight of Blaze trying to pull Rouge out of the chimney. (I won't add the commentary of what they were saying to each other to keep this T rated)
Priceless.
I briefly considered helping them, but quickly shot the idea down. I had my own problems to deal with. Namely, standing.
Fortunately, I soon remastered this skill and managed to stand................unfortunately, walking was an entirely different matter altogether.
But, I did remaster this skill also, only to hear something liking a drowning motor off in the distance.
Deciding that that was the place Sora was (call it personal experience), I headed off in that direction, to find myself at a pool. I wasn't really disappointed to find out I was wrong and that Sora wasn't here, because what I was seeing was quite entertaining. Apparently, Rouge and Blaze weren't the only ones with us in this mad house, because both Sonic and Amy were here too.
Apparently, Sonic had fallen in the pool at some point and Amy had made a daring rescue for her self proclaimed boyfriend, beating sharks out cold (can sharked be knocked out cold?)along her way.
Of course, this wasn't my problem, so I turned and headed in the opposite direction.