Okay, after not writing for weeks on end, I return!
The reason why this took so long is I only did half, but I got better
ideas for it so...
Don't complain! It's gonna be better now...
So, I've just been sitting here in the Great Fox for almost a month now. Bored? Beyond that, and so is everyone but Slippy (I hate him today). I look around my room; I like my room. I made it look exactly how I wanted it to, and no one ever got in here-My password's too good. The walls would usually be a boring steel color, but I've covered them with posters of my favorite bands, T.V shows, and other random crap that makes me laugh. My bed is large. Completely green. Pillows and all.(I like green, so what?!) My floor...good..for the most part...I don't know why, but my dirty clothes never make it to the basket...And a few other things: a closet, a night stand, wardrobe thingy, etc. And minor things I've collected over time, cluttering my work desk, that I never work on. Recently, I've been wondering...Is Wolf okay? It doesn't make sense to me... But...I might be worried...After all, he is in a coma-
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Nevermind, Falco's being a douche and wants me to get the the control room- it's urgent, apparently.
Fox gets up from his computer, saves the file while standing, and leaves his room. He turns and presses the Lock button on the control pad beside his door. Soon, Fox enters the control room. Only to find- "General!" "Hello to you too, Fox." Fox looked around in astonishment; There was Katt Monroe, looking at him condescendingly, Falco, smirking in his corner, Slippy...Doing whatever the hell kind of pedophilic face that is, Fox thought to himself. And Peppy, who he smiles at.
"So, what brings you here, General?" "I thought that I would come to meet you- and congratulate you all, of course." Fox lost some composure, becoming humble. "Er, well, thanks, but we didn't do it all alone..." "And moving onto our important topic..." Fox stared at the General: He apparently hadn't noticed Fox's thanks. "As I was telling everyone, we will have a meeting on Thursday about the case of ...O'Donnel" He seemed to say the name with distaste, but this wasn't what caught Fox off guard. "Wait, discuss? What's there to discuss? He doesn't remember anything, right? That means he's technically innocent..." The General glared at him. "There is always the case of him regaining his memory, and even if he doesn't remember it, he is a villain." Falco was giving Fox a strange look, Katt seemed indifferent, Peppy seemed understanding. "Wait, he's not even awake- He's in a coma! You can't do anything to a person who can't even give their say in what's happening to them! Whatever happened to honor? You should know these things, you're the person who impressed them on me most of all! And now-" "Enough, Fox." It was Peppy. He looked sad, although he wouldn't quite look at the General. He must be getting angry, Fox thought absently.
"Peppy..." "Fox, these matters are out of our hands...I think, mainly, that the General only wants us to know because we were the ones to see how he acted while he couldn't remember...And what will happen if he remembers, Fox? Andross' closest man! He'd stab you before you could even think of the word 'Betrayal'! Remember Pigma, Fox!" This did it for Fox. His eyes went blank, and he began thinking, of what could happen. Katt coughed in the corner, just to show she was there. "Fine" He said, his words dripping with bitterness. "But I'm not gonna have a part in this." And with that, he walked back to his room, which he locked with his password. The General and Peppy sighed. Falco shook his head. Katt checked her reflection in the glass of a computer. Slippy piped up "So, when are we gonna kill the bastard?" Everyone looked in shock at Slippy. Slippy went back to tying his shoelaces.
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"Mum? Dad?" The room was dark- Masks covering faces, with glowing red cyberconetic eyes in them- "No...NO!" His parents lay dead and mangled on the floor- Something sharp hitting the back of his right leg, he cries out in pain and shock and fear and anger and sorrow and- Wolf sat up quickly, breathing fast, looking wildly round the room. It was almost sickly white, the walls nearly blinding him, the lights burning his eyes. His brain registered comfort, and he realised he was in a bed. There was a beeping that slowly became regular, in time with his heart. Wolf looked around again, noticing medical supplies, an open window, a door as white as the wall, making it blend in slightly, and his own reflection. He was thin, thinner than he remembered. At once, after seeing his face, he felt a jolt of panic; his cyberconetic eye had been taken off. He almost felt naked without it: it had saved him many times.
His left eye, now exposed, made him look much more normal. He looked at the sheets -pristine white- and saw himself in hospital clothes. Uh-oh, he thought. If he were on Venom, they wouldn't have put him in a hospital, they would have patched him up, and left him to his own quarters. He groaned and layed down. Might as well make the best of it. He quickly fell asleep again. This time, no dreams came.
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An opening door startled him awake. "Whazzat?!" He said groggily, struggling to sit up. "move much more, and I'll shoot you." Wolf froze, even tired and disoriented, he knew that dumb-ass voice. "Please don't tell me it's you." "'Remember, then?" "Er...riiight, you go on thinking that...What was it? Fucko?" "It's Falco, retard!" The avian snarled at him. "The two of you, shut up!" Shit. "Wolf. Awake?" "I shouldn't be- you damn idiots interrupting my sleep." Fox flipped on the lights in time to see Falco moving at Wolf. "Hey, knock it off, Falco!" "How can you stand being insulted by him? Don't you care that this scum is still alive?!" "Why is that, am I at the mercy of Justice? If so, give me your gun." "You won't be at mercy for long" Wolf almost went to insult Fox, but stopped. It was a warning. "Explain what's going on here" He said instead. Fox shook his head. "Have to wait for the General, we got here early, so..." Wolf became disinterested. Soon, all of team Star Fox was there, and some stupid cat that no doubt had it for Falco. Then, an old dog came in. General Pepsi, or whatever Fox said, Wolf thought to himself.
"Awake, are we?" "Why would you all be so interested in that? Did I miss something important?" Part of it was true, the other mocking: he felt as though he had slept for years. Pampers stared at him in cold dislike. "You've been asleep for nearly a month. You were in a coma." "Fascinating" Said Wolf, completely un-fascinated. "How exactly did you come across me? Seriously, the hell?" Wolf was sincerely confused over this part. I remember launching off to fight McCloud, but from there... Then Fox spoke "Well, we were in a dog fight over Venom, we made a trap for you, and took you down...although" He glared at Wolf now "You did manage to make it showy...and a complete fool of yourself" Wolf almost laughed. Almost.
"Well, that's all irrelevant, so I don't care. Tell me what's gonna happen." Poppington was still glaring. The frog was somewhat creepy. Fox was trying not to look at him for some reason. The bird was being cooed over by the cat, and the old hare...Was staring fatherly and understandingly?! What the fuck?! Wolf thought. "What the fuck?!" Wolf decided to show his confusion by blurting out whatever was in his mind. "Why are you so fatherly, old man? Seriously, the hell?!" Wolf stared in utter ...what the fuckness, at Peppy, who was chuckling. He realised Fox was laughing, the green shit looking creepier...Cold dislike, indifference, cooeing... "Answer the question" Wolf was getting pissed off. "We haven't decided yet." Pansy replied. "Oh, how great, now I can spend my hours doing productive things, like oh, wait, right, wait for my execution?" "Not a bad idea" Wolf scowled at the bird: He didn't like him much. "Well, I'm off" Thankfully, the bird left, the whore cooeing after him. Pedo-toad creeeped his way out of the room, and Plywood walked out with great dignity. Fox and the Hare stayed.
"Well, a great lot they were." Wolf stared his visitors down. "So, as I can tell by the lack of people screaming infidelities, the war is over?" "Yeah" Fox responded, taking a seat by the window. It was becoming dark out. "Hm. And which courageous hero killed Andross?" "Us" Wolf stared in cold frustration at Fox. "McCloud. I hope you know that you've stolen my kill." They both stared wildly at Wolf, and Fox was the first to articulate his thoughts. "Wait, w-what?! You wanted to kill...Andross?" "Yes, actually. And you're the bastard that took that from me. Why do you think I tried to stop you all this time?" Silence, and then the Hare spoke. "Just to kill him?" "For revenge" Wolf said simply. Fox's mouth had become dry. "Er, why would you want revenge on him?" "That, pup, is not for anyone's ears." Fox felt a small spark of annoyance at the 'pup': Wolf couldn't be more than one year older than me! Fox thought, silently fuming.
"So, going to help me get out of here?" Wolf looked at Fox expectantly, who gaped at him. "What? What are you talking about?" The old Hare was confused now. Wolf sighed in exasperation. "First, get me my clothes." Fox stared at him. "What's the matter? Hurry up!" Wolf barked out at him, and, laughing a bit, Fox got Wolf some clothes. Wolf complained for a while how retarded they looked until agreeing to wear them, after being told by Peppy that he could wander around the building looking for clothes in his hospital attire. Wolf changed, Fox and Peppy looking away, and stood in front of them, looking impatient. "Alright, here's how it's gonna work."
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Fox couldn't believe it. Wolf had persuaded them to smuggle him out of the hospital, how it had worked, they couldn't tell. Wolf insisted it was because of the hospital's idiotic staff, and had nothing to do with the two's skills. Fox took this in stride: he was worried about what would happen to him if he was caught. Wolf, on the other hand, seemed completely alive. Apparently danger was fun to him. "Er, Wolf, it's great that we managed to get out of there, but where are you gonna go?" "To where you live, of course." "What?!" Both Fox and Peppy said this, stopping in their tracks. It took Wolf about five steps to see what had happened. "What are you two waiting for? Hurry up!" He barked out again. "You're...You're a criminal! I can't keep you in my house! I'll be put in jail!" "Would you rather have my death on your hands?" Fox hated him as smirked, knowing he had won.
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Soon, Peppy had taken a taxi ("Old people like me aren't supposed to be doing all this...") Wolf had even thanked him, catching them both off guard. He quickly continued walking in a random direction. Fox had to run to catch up, and pull him in the opposite direction. Wolf was reliving the most exciting part of the escape (when they had tied and gagged a man, then stuffed him in a closet, followed by giving him an anesthetic "Good thing we're in a hospital, huh?") They had finally reached Fox's house, and he ushered Wolf inside, who immediately set off towards where he thought the washroom would be. Fox watched his silver-ish tail disappear around a corner. He sighed. I have helped a highly dangerous criminal escape the law. I have helped a highly dangerous criminal escape the law. I have helped a highly dangerous criminal escape the law... He thought this all the way to his bed, which he fell into graciously, immediately falling asleep. Soon, Wolf went looking for Fox. His house was large, and gave a wide expanse of the sky in almost every window. Wolf hadn't known he could ever miss being on this planet so much. He finally came to a door that was closed. Curious, he opened it, and found Fox curled up, asleep on his bed. Not even changed, idiot. There was no need to turn on the lights: Fox had left them on. Wolf grinned. Time for a room raid.
Ten minutes later, Wolf had covered searching the cabinet and the closet thoroughly. Nothing of interest except for clothes and random items. Wolf was searching under the bed now, but to no avail. He turned, stood up, and walked over to his dresser. He contemplated it for a moment. Normal wood. Normal handles. Normal, and altogether overly suspicious to Wolf. He searched. And searched. Searched, searched searched...and nothing but clothes appeared. "damn" He growled softly. Next, he checked the nightstand, and then the bathroom. nothing of interest. Wolf stopped. He slowly turned, and there it was, something he had been looking for. A computer was sitting on his work desk, which he had ignored completely, due to the word work.
He almost flew to the desk, and sat down in the chair, booting up the computer. It was a fairly new computer, Wolf could tell by the shininess. before even thinking of going on the internet, Wolf searched deep in Fox's documents. Hitting 'My Computer' on the desktop, checking every programme, and making sure to read things over carefully. Nothing. NOTHING. "God dammit!" He said aloud. Fox didn't even move. Wolf was afraid of waking him, so he turned on a fan that was on his nightstand. Wolf was about to leave, when behind the door, he saw another closet. His eyes widened. His pupils dilated. "This is it!" He whispered. He entered it, and searched. He searched thoroughly, and was not disappointed. He grinned at what he had found, and placed it near Fox's face for when he woke up. He turned off the light, and went to find somewhere to sleep, laughing silently all the while.
So, any good? Yeah, I know, not that great, but I'm developing plot!
And don't make fun of how I make them talk: that's pretty much a conversation
in my books. Oooh, books...I wanna read now!
While I read, tell me how I can get better, or else. I can take critiscism, but
not douches. Yeah, I guess this is kinda slow..
But I expect this to take a LONG time, so yeah. Oh, and I make Wolf
be so retarded because that is how I think he should act. Don't agree?
Big whoop, want to fight about it?
