INCREDIBLY SHORT CHAPTER AHOY!!!
...I promise, PROMISE, that this will be the shortest chapter you'll see in this story! And I PROMISE that this will be the last "setting up for what's to come next" chapter, also. I PROMISE that the next chapter is where the REAL story will begin!
Spider-Robot, Spider-Robot, does what eveeeeeer a Spider-Robot does; can he swing, from a web? No he can't, he's a Robot. LOOK OUUUUUUUUT, there goes the Spiiiider-Robooooooot!
Big, sky-blue eyes snapped open in mild surprise.
"That's gotta be the strangest dream I've had in a while…", Tails muttered to himself, "stupid Simpsons Movie….hey, a Spider-Robot actually sounds pretty fun…"
Tails fell silent, staring vaguely at the surroundings of his bedroom. As of late, this was not unnatural for the fox; he would start off with a new concept (announcing it vocally, even if no one was around) like any good old crazy genius, and then he would fall silent, his mind furiously brainstorming and planning.
His current brainstorming had already changed; at first, he was thinking of the absurd idea of a spider-robot, but soon waved it off as stupid and childish. After all, he had to think about something much more important today…
"Get up."
Tails looked up, as his anxious thoughts about this particular day was interrupted by a black and red hedgehog standing at the entrance of his bedroom.
"Hey, you can't just burst into my room and tell me to-"
But Tails was interrupted by Shadow, who held up a piece of paper filled with blueprints and notes.
"I thought I told you to tell me when you were planning to build something new." Shadow stated his usual emotionless voice, although Tails had recently begun to become better at judging the slightest tone changes in his voice (after all, after 10 months of "living" with Shadow, Tails had come to know him fairly well...). Right now, Tails could tell by Shadow's tone that he was slightly annoyed….
"That's not something new. It's an upgrade to my breakfast machine."
"An upgrade to your breakfast machine…" Shadow repeated slowly, deliberately; the tone of his voice still steady and unchanging. "I don't appreciate you lying to me."
"…fine, I'm lying." Tails said in what he hoped was a convincing voice, adding a small sigh, "I…I just don't feel like I ever get any freedom with you around, ok?" his voice was getting louder and louder. "Every time I invent something new, I have to report it to you! I feel like I'm a prisoner in my OWN HOUSE! I'm sick of this. Sick of it."
I'm a better actor than I expected…For a moment, Shadow's eyes narrowed. For a moment, Tails feared that Shadow somehow saw through him.
"You know the rules," Shadow finally said, walking over to Tails, "get up, and show me this new machine."
This has got to stop.
Tails led Shadow down to the workshop to "reveal his new machine", something that he had done numerous times in the past few months.
I have to convince Shadow, once in for all, to trust me.
The fox took a quick, unintentional glance at Shadow's face, but glanced away immediately when the red piercing eyes meet his eyes.
I'm smarter than he thinks I am. I know that the only reason why Shadow mistrusts me is because of Gerald Robotnik and Eggman. He hasn't had enough contact with society and experience with a normal life enough to know that there truly are good people in the world…and I'm going to help him realize that there ARE good people in the world, no matter what it takes. Making inventions for greedy purposes is Eggman's job, not mine…
The workshop door opened, and in came Shadow, followed by Tails, who was trying his hardest not to let any of his slight nervousness show.
"Is this it?" Shadow asked, nodding his head towards a wardrobe-sized object, covered with a big, white cloth. It was standing in the middle of the messy, dark workshop.
"Yes," came Tails' simple reply. While Shadow walked towards the unknown invention, Tails quickly and silently slipped on a gas mask…
Shadow felt something wrong even before it actually happened; the moment he flung the cloth off the unknown object, green gas was pumped into his lungs via a nozzle that had suddenly slid from behind the cloth, aimed at his nose. Within a second, Shadow the Hedgehog had passed out, slumping ungracefully onto the cold floor.
As Tails slowly approached the hedgehog, a sudden flash of sick, twisted joy possessed the fox. I just rendered the Ultimate Life-form completely helpless and weak.
This strange feeling was immediately replaced with shock however, as Tails felt disgusted by the sick joy that he had just felt. He vigorously shook his head as if to erase the satisfying feeling and reminded himself that the only reason he had made Shadow unconscious in the first place was to help him.
"Sorry…" Tails mumbled, as he dragged Shadow over to the real machine, which was hidden in another gigantic warehouse-like room completely, and grimaced as he plopped the hedgehog's limp body up into the clamps.
As Tails started to adjust the enormous, rather dull-looking machine to the right settings, he thought again about what he was doing.
This will be good for everyone, I know it will! If Master promises to do what he said he'll do, then Shadow will be a "good guy", to put it simply, when he comes back. Hell, Shadow BETTER be worth my past ten months. I've nearly spent 95 of my time on this machine, all for Shadow.
The metallic looking machine that almost took up the space of three houses started to hum quietly, and Tails began to attach various small objects to different parts of Shadow's head. When that process was done, he dragged Shadow over to an enclosed transparent pod the size of a closet, and put him gently into the small space. As expected, Sonic was already sitting impatiently in the pod next to the first pod, also with various small objects attached to his head. Upon seeing Tails through the transparent pod, the blue hedgehog gave him an encouraging thumbs-up, which Tails returned half-heartedly.
Master said to bring Sonic…but what does he want with him?
As the fox prepared for the final steps, he tried to suppress his wild thoughts about why Master would want Sonic to come along with Shadow. After all the meetings, Tails was still not sure if he could trust Master or not…but then again, why wouldn't he trust a god-like creature who seemed to know everything?
Not wanting to linger in his thoughts (for Tails knew that if he chose to, he could stand there and think about whether he was making the right decision or not for days, weeks, months…), the fox took a sharp intake of breath, closed his eyes, and pushed the final button on the machine.
When he opened his eyes again, both hedgehogs in the two transparent pods were gone…
Muahaha! Now it's getting interesting, no? Who's "Master"? A demon? A god? A GUN agent who brainwashed Tails? MICHAEL JACKSON?
Where did Sonic and Shadow go? What the hell does the machine do? Why was this chapter so rushed?
...because I felt like it. But seriously, I promise you, those who stay patient until the next update will defenitely be rewarded with something that I hope you didn't expect from this story (hint: Shadow fans will be extremely pleased...er...I hope. But Sonic fans won't be dissapointed either). Like I said, the next chapter is where the real story will start.
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