Sometime after the concert, Sonic and Knuckles lounged in Amy's house, moping on the couch. They knew their performance had received noticeably low ratings from our fans, no thanks to me. And if that wasn't enough, the two had decided that there wouldn't be anymore plans of throwing concerts or making albums, with no further ado.

A teary-eyed Knuckles whimpered to a chicken puppet on his right hand, "Why does life have to be so miserable without Tails nowadays?"

The puppet, voiced by the echidna high-pitched, replied, "Aww, don't be too sad, it'll get better soon, I promise." Then, it brought a tissue. "Here's something for you wipe your tears on."

"More like I need some fiber. I got dyspepsia from being so depressed," responded Knuckles, who then started eating the tissue.

A puzzled Sonic asked, "Uh, Knuckles? Why are you talking to another chicken?"

"I dunno. Anyway, it's all Tails' fault for not showing up for the concert! What was with him lately?"

Sonic rolled his eyes, "Well, I did get a call from some cute human named Willabelle, who worked as the beta tester from Blades of the Rebellion.

Knuckles simply sneered at him.

"...And yes, I said the word 'cute' because we used FaceTime where I learned what she looks like. (Sighs) Don't breathe my air, please, and the same goes to the readers. Anyway, she told me that Tails took a long break from fixing his game due to his girlfriend breaking up with him and being bullied by a cybercriminal once declared to be dead."

"What bully? Because no one messes with Tails! Give me the name, and I'll beat him up!"

"And yet, Tails didn't want to ask us for help for his situation. He has been secretive lately."

Amy informed with grief, "But now do we know about his girlfriend, Zooey, I'm really sorry to hear that the two broke up, despite the way we've all helped him. Many people know that love is like a glass heart that's easy to break, but difficult to repair, all regardless of who's responsible."

"Intruder alert!" shrieked a panicky Sticks, pointing at a hooded individual outside the window near the door. "Someone sound the alarm!"

By the time he/she arrived, the stranger softly rang the doorbell and stood as still as a tree.

Amy slowly opened to door to take a peak. "Who is it?"

The stranger replied with a calm and soft voice, "I mean no harm, but I'll tell you inside, since I don't want to get caught."

And so Amy permitted him/her to come inside. Next, the stranger took off her hood, in which the gang gasped in response. It was Zooey.

"Why were wearing that spooky hood of yours?" asked Sticks. "No one's going to recognize you that way!"

"To get away from my ex-girlfriend who had picked on me before faking her death. She's coming back to me soon."

"So, I hear that you broke up with Tails," cited Knuckles angrily. "Not cool, Zooey."

Amy asked politely, "I'm sure there's some explanation on what happened with you and Tails, though I notice that you're still wearing that rainbow necklace he gave you during your last date with him."

The vixen answered, "Alright, first off, I still love Tails, despite our rocky moments like his pretty disruptive talk with that dog-bot. It's just that he hasn't really been there for me lately, ever since he's been helping his crew with his game."

"Can't Tails ever catch a good break?" grumbled Sonic, crossing his arms. "He's been putting too much focus on it!"

"Well," continued Zooey, "Long ago, Tails gave me a copy of his special journal about his childhood as the reason for his present situation; I couldn't find time to read it, due to family issues. But right before coming here, I finally got to see all the pages, and they really made me see Tails in a new perspective." I have his documentary now, but it'd be easier for all of you if I explained how it all began, and why Blades of the Rebellion means a lot to him."

"Thought I remembered becoming friends with Tails when we were both kids."

"There's more to it than that." Zooey took a deep breath. "Alright, here goes. In the very beginning, when 'Miles' was born with two tails, his parents suggested that they take him to surgery to get his second tail removed. However, without health insurance, they couldn't afford to get him this treatment, which turned out to have risks of giving him complications like psychological problems. So instead, they had him cope with his abnormality, which turned out not to be easy at all. Particularly, since his first day of school, Tails was one of the biggest victims of bullying and teasing, despite being the best student in engineering."

"Hey, look we have here," laughed a young Terra, "A freak fox with two tails! And at the same time, a sorry excuse for a kitsune!"

"I say we pull out those tails, and see if we still get cursed," added another bully, who was the costumeless Tree Spy before he joined the Lightning Bolt Society.

"Please stop it! You're hurting me!" I screamed while the two were pulling my tails like if they were really going to pull them off. Immediately, I saw the tiger principal, who forcefully dragged the bullies straight to his office where he gave them referrals. I was so lucky that he saved my skin, so on the next day, in his office, I thanked him by giving him a small wind-up robot I handcrafted. The principal sincerely enjoyed it and soon told me, "Now, Miles, if anyone dares to attack you again, let an adult know, and he or she will be there to help. Anyways, thank you again for this toy you made, and I'll be looking forward to seeing you again with this talent of yours!"

"Thank you, Principal Stripestock," I responded.

A month later, however, Stripestock was replaced by a new hog principal, named Agen, whose personality clearly contrasted that of the previous; while the old principal was sympathetic, responsible, and caring, the new one was cold, neglective, and uncaring. With that said, he wasn't there for me when I got bullied by Terra and his gang again...and again...and again. Examples included flat feet, "kick-me's," and even destroying my inventions, which were actually school projects.

But in another month later, there came the time when the tanuki really crossed the line when she created a satirical public computer game, called Freak Chaser, that had a 'Fastor prototype' as the playable character and me as an gruesome antagonist for being a freak. Despite her cruelty towards me, Freak Hunter turned out to be exceptionally popular towards most of the students, who later joined Terra's bandwagon and despised on me.

"Get out of this school, Fox Boy!" exclaimed one student named Wolfie, shoving me. "No one wants mutants like you here!"

Another student, Wild Cat (he turned nicer in present day), shot a spitball at me in my head through a straw. "Next time, I'll spit gum at you!"

Welp, it was clear that I was not welcome at school whatsoever. But that wasn't the only place where people ridiculed me for my two tails, and in some cases, my size. At the ice cream parlor, the grouchy server harshly refused service to me, literally kicked me out, and instantly banned me from his shop, despite the fact that I never broke a rule. At the cinema, everyone stood far away from me, and when someone was being loud, I often got blamed for it, which was ironic when I tried to make sure all were quiet. At the convenience store, the shopkeeper charged me extra just because I "failed" to meet "my" height requirement; thus, I had to give up so many items to make the total price affordable.

One day during school, most of us saw a "blue blur" running around at the speed of sound. As my first time seeing Sonic, I got so enlightened that my tails started to swirl like a propeller, so I took the closest view and noticed that he was a hedgehog, which made me wonder how he ran so fast, in contrast to others of his species. Anyways, everyone cheered for him, who afterwards stopped and performed a windmill and then a somersault, ending with his index finger pointing out.

"Sonic's the name, and speed's my game," he said, smiling and winking. "Come see me at my crib in two weeks. You're going to like it there."

But before he left, I asked him without hesitating, "Say, how did you get your speed?"

"Oh, according to my doctor, I was born with an extremely high content of those blue glowing 5P3-3D cells, a.k.a., "tachocytes." And with them, I can rev up and tackle bad guys in less than a minute. Remember, if you're born different, put good use of your different strengths. Anyway, gotta run! Ciao!" And so he sprinted away, so fast that he blew the grass and flowers.

After meeting that blue hedgehog, this was when I began hunting for others with abnormalities. I had the idea that I wouldn't be the only one being different, and that teaming up with them would do well in showing how worthy we were, so I took the time to write a plan. First, I would carefully observe all the students including my classmates and asked them to see if any of them were in my same category. "Say, what makes you physically unique?" I politely asked Dave (before he worked at Meh Burger).

He answered coldly, "Dude, I don't care about that, and I never wanted to answer to a deformed loser like you. Now get lost."

If that failed (and it actually had indeed), then I would do the same in the rest of the town. But no matter how hard I tried, it was nearly impossible to succeed this way either. It turned out, I might have been nothing more than a lost cause. I felt as if there would be no one suffering the same situation I had...until that day when I saw some sanctuary near the meadows…

When I arrived to the sanctuary, I slowly knocked the door and waited as patiently as a dog. But after less than three seconds, the owner opened up. It was a 12-year old human girl.

"Why, hello there, and welcome to the Oddity Oasis! My name is Willabelle, and my goal is to help individuals with abnormalities cope with prejudice from the society. What's your name?"

"I'm-I'm Miles Prowler."

Willabelle giggled, "Miles Prower, kind of like 'miles per hour.' Why don't come inside? Don't worry, I won't bite."

I went inside the Oddity Oasis, and boy, was I so much happier than I was before then!

The human girl continued, "Here in this club, we all have our own distinct mutations whether it's extra body parts, shapes, sizes, or internal genetics. Even I have a mutation, which is, flexibility. I rarely put full use to it, but how about you stay back a bit, and I'll show you?" As I backed up, Willabelle bent her left leg forwards and used it to wrap her neck around.

I gave her some applause. "Neat!"

"Recently, it seems that most of us have 'superpowers!' Well, potentially." Then, she announced to the gang with enthusiasm, "Attention, everyone, I would like you all to meet our latest guest, Miles Prowler! He's got two tails, and I think he looks two times cuter like this!"

There, the freak animals all clapped at me with pleasure. And when I looked around, I finally found proof that I was far from the only one; I saw members with distinct features, including a monkey with six-fingered hands, a two-headed turtle, and a four-eared cat.

"Greetings, old chap," said the monkey, shaking my hand. "The name is Fingers."

"Hiya, Miles!" added the cat, shaking my hand as well. "I'm Mic, hence my ears."

"I'm Tim!" shouted the left head of the turtle.

"And I'm Tom," whispered the right head.

"It's so nice to meet you all!" I responded with joy. "For a long time, I've been searching for people with the same problems as I have, which was getting bullied for looking different."

"And that's why you're here now!" replied Mic. "To prove to everyone the good in your abnormality. Take my EARS (points at them) as an example. Twice the pair, twice the hearing power."

"With two heads together, we team-up forever!" added Tim and Tom.

As I got more and more interested in their advantages, my two tails started to spin slowly."

Fingers pointed at me. "Um, Miles, your twin tails seem to be twirling, almost like a fan."

"Oh," I responded." I do that whenever I get excited about something, though this is rare."

"Say, why don't you think of the most exciting moment that you can remember?" He suggested with curiosity, hoping that my tails would spin faster."

"Uh, sure, I could do that." I began to think. "Let's see...One of the most exciting moments I could think of is the time when I saw Sonic the Hedgehog for the first time." And that triggered a moderate boost in my spinning tails.

"Wait, you saw Sonic the Hedgehog!?" gasped Mic. "Like, he's the ultimate archetype of an animal with one-of-a-kind traits! I've heard that he could outrun a race car in its top speed in just under three seconds! Plus, there was the time when he sprinted on an ocean without sinking! And did I mention that he defeated an evil scientist named Dr. Eggman!?"

As I became overwhelmingly excited, my tails began spinning so fast, that I...began to fly, like a helicopter.

Willabelle widened her eyes with astonishment. "Dude, you're flying. I think this could only mean one thing..."

"That I found my secret ability!" I cheered, before landing. "Now I just have to learn to master it, which can take a while, but it'll be worth it."

The girl rested her chin on her left hand. "Say, based on your certain trait, how about we call you...Tails?"

"Has a good ring to it, so why not?"

"Sounds great! From this day forward, we'll be calling you 'Tails Prowler!' And that marks the beginning of your new membership!"

I bowed. "Thank you so much for letting me stay here. I'll do my best to get along!"

On the following day, Fingers, Mic, and Tim and Tom became new students and my classmates since they've heard about what had been going on at school. So whenever we were together, we were pretty much impenetrable. Every time when one of us got bullied, another of us would fight back. For instance…

"Hey, look what we have here!" exclaimed Terra, while grabbing the arm of her girlfriend Zooey. "More freaks! I'll tell everyone else!"

"I HEARD THAT!" shouted Mic from our distance. Then he retracted his claws. "How about I give you a good swiping to shut you up?"

"This ain't over. Let's go, L'il Zooey." Then, the tanuki, Zooey, whose arm was held tight by the former, and her gang quietly walked away and left us alone.

Outside school, we managed to get through the mean residents; for instance, when two guys stole Tim and Tom's backpack, I went after them and endured a game of Monkey in the middle, where I was the monkey. Luckily, I had the advantage as revealed from yesterday, so I spun my twin tails and catched the backpack one of them threw in the air. Of course, the bullies got angry in which they chased us until they got exhausted, but nevertheless, the turtle got the property back, thanks to me.

But on online on the school computers, one area that we couldn't prevent were Terra's new Freak Chaser games, and later, her tie-in comic books, all which despite their lackluster quality, additionally gained extreme popularity for our derogated portrayals. Yeah, I did said OUR, as in, I wasn't the only one anymore; my new friends served as villains in each of her latest works.