"So, Sonic," Miles started as he dropped a heavy box down onto a table beside him.
"I was thinking, maybe we should like, have an arcade corner over there!" Miles pointed to the corner of the big, empty, but dusty room.
Sonic looked over to think of how something could work out.
"Hey, that might work." He replied to his fox friend.
Sonic and Miles were moving their supplies into Sonic's basement, which was to say, Sonic's Mom's basement, as they were going to set it up to use as their "secret superhero hideout".
Sonic and Miles had been friends for a very long time, their whole life in fact, and ever since they were young, they had the wildest dream to become superheroes and become super famous and cool.
They were so enthralled by this dream that they even created their own superhero outfits that they wear whenever possible.
Miles had always dreamed of being the smart one, the superhero who could build and utilize machines, and so he'd always have goggles on his head and a utility belt around his waist while wearing his regular everyday clothes.
Sonic on the other hand was more of a fan of action beat-up-the-bad-guys type heroes, and so his hero suit consisted of a cape, a fully made red suit, and even a mask... Though he often wears a simplified version with just some red shoes and a little green scarf around his neck.
Of course, as any sane person should, they always wore regular clothes too, often shorts and T-shirts. This isn't a world in which people run around in the nude!
Along with their superhero suits and personas they had invented, they also invented names. Sonic was, well, Sonic. He preferred to use his hero name of "Sonic" rather than his actual name of, well, he probably wouldn't want you to know.
Miles was simple, he'd call himself Dr. Prower or some type, considering Prower was his last name.
"Boys, it's time for dinner!" A voice called from upstairs.
Sonic recognized it as his mother's voice, and began pacing upstairs with Miles trailing behind.
Sonic wasn't the fastest thing alive, but he was certainly quicker than most of the other kids around town.
The two made their way up the basement stairs and trotted into the dining room, where Sonic's family all sat around the table, urging Sonic and Miles to join in.
There was Sonic's dad, Tim. He was a jokey and friendly neighborly hedgehog with a big beard and dark blue spines.
Sonic's mom, Lora, was very nice and like a mother to the town, often giving out cookies and treats, she kept her hair long, and had lighter green spines.
Sonic's sister, who prefers to simply be called "Sis", was a small pink hedgehog with a small obsession with playing with dolls, and also beating her brother at fighting video games.
Sonic and Miles sat down at the table to be presented with plates of delivery pizza.
"So, funny story," Sonic's dad, Tim, began.
"I was gonna make hamburgers, right? So I go and take them off the grill, and I go and drop all of them onto the ground!" He exclaimed.
"That ground must have been pretty hungry, then." Lora, Sonic's mom, remarked, having Tim chuckle after.
Sonic was already digging into his food, while Miles politely ate his slice of pizza and enjoyed it at a slower pace.
"Hey ma?" Sonic got the attention of his mom.
"Yes?" She replied.
"So... Miles and I want to have an arcade corner in our secret superhero headquarters- er, the basement... I was wondering..." Sonic paused a moment to take a bite of pizza before continuing to talk with his mouth full.
"If we could have some extra tables set up down there or something." He finished.
"Hm..." His mom thought.
"Well, I guess... We don't really have any spare tables we could put down there though. Maybe you could ask Granny if she has any?" She suggested.
Granny, as the family calls her, was Tim's adoptive mother, an old and wise turtle who was exceptionally nice, to the point where you often had to turn her down when she offers you your 17th cookie.
"Yeah... But she lives all the way on the other side of Hallowise." Sonic replied.
"And?" His mom asked.
"And I know you and dad don't like babysitting me and Miles when we go there." He told her.
Tim cleared his throat.
"Boy, you're old enough now to go out there on your own, you know. You're 14, you're basically a man now." He told Sonic.
Sonic thought about it. It did seem a little strange that his parents were essentially giving him permission to go into the city himself, but his dad was right. He's basically a man now, he's moving into a basement of his very own and everything.
"You're right..." Sonic began, trailing off.
"Wait... How are we going to get tables and stuff from her if we don't have the truck?" Sonic asked.
His dad stared at him for a moment.
"Y'know... You're a real smart kid, I didn't even think of that." He chuckled.
"Hey, I have my fancy wagon we could use." Miles suggested.
Miles had a wagon he built all by himself, out of wood and metal pieces, and it's even equipped with a crank system that allows you to sit inside and use a lever to pump the wheels and go forward.
"Yeah, let's use that." Sonic agreed with Miles.
After enjoying a fine dinner of pizza, Sonic and Miles geared up and prepared for their first "superhero mission", which was to go and see if Sonic's grandma had a table they could use.
Not the most exciting first mission in Sonic's eyes, but it would have to do.
They both left the house and walked over to Miles' place to get his wagon.