Me: AHHHHHHHHH! I am SO SORRY! I know I said I'd have it up in two weeks! But, uh…My Aunt kidnapped me, and then we went camping, and then….
Roxy: Excuses, excuses.
Me: It's true! Oh! That and the seven-year-old Twins, Danny and Isaac, bothered Jake while he was working again and, well…
*Insert destructive sounds here*
Isaac: (enters room with something that looks like a cross between a bazooka and a freakishly huge alien gun)MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (blasts hole through the wall and leaves through hole)
Danny: (enters room with bottle of gorilla-glue in one hand and feathered pillow in the other) Wait up! (follows his brother)
Jake: (enters room looking like a survivor from the explosion in the chicken coop that was in the news last Thursday) IF YOU DON'T GET BACK HERE IN THE NEXT THREE SECONDS I'M GONNA-
Me: *sigh* Can someone stop them please?
Roxy: (rolls her eyes) Why do I always have to clean up after you guys? (disappears into garage)
Me: I do not own Sonic n' co.
Roxy: (reappears with gun the half the size of her hand)
Me: (raises eyebrow) Uhhhhh…What is that?
Roxy: The cricket. You know, that building-demolishing-worthy gun from Men In Black?
Me: Oh yeah! Er, I don't own that either.
Roxy: CHAAAAAAAAARGE!
What If You Met Your Childhood Hero…
Chapter 7
It was about an hour before Sonic finally decided to 'wake up', and Shari was surprised that she herself hadn't woken up yet. Her dreams usually didn't last this long…Not that she was complaining. Sonic did, after all, have a pleasant buzz about him due to his earlier self-encouragement, and Shari was pretty sure that she could be content just listening to the quiet hum of his thoughts for the rest of the day.
By now, the sun had started to claim the morning sky, painting it with vibrant splashes of red, orange, and gold, which in turn cast an unearthly glow on the rolling countryside. Sonic readily stepped out into the hallway, apparently headed toward the kitchen for an early breakfast. Not once did his previous dream cross his mind, only a mild curiosity at what the new day might throw at him.
He had just opened the shiny black fridge to peer at it's contents when the front door was slammed open. This startled Shari, so that the blue hedgehog ended up suddenly standing strait up and bashing his head against the top of the fridge. Shari was trying not to giggle at his confusion as he tenderly nursed his newly acquired wound, when a call rang through the once-quiet house.
"Tails! I'm giving you a grand total of three seconds to explain why I was attacked by a band of miniature robots or so help me-"
"Shhhhh!" Sonic quickly dashed up behind her to place a gloved hand over the source of the noise. "Quiet, Amy!" he hissed. "You're gonna wake everybody up." Amy pried his hand off her mouth and turned to glare fiercely at him so that Shari saw she had traded her usual red dress for jeans and a yellow spaghetti-strap shirt.
"That's the idea!" she growled, though her voice had gotten noticeably softer. Her smile followed as she seemed to suddenly realize who she was talking to. "What are you doing here, anyway? I haven't seen you in ages! How are you?" she gushed.
"Thunderstorm, tell me about it, and fine," he replied smoothly, before flashing her his trademark smile. "You?"
Amy giggled slightly as she answered him. "I'm doing great! I've missed you, though. Seriously, where have you been all this time?"
Shari felt Sonic hesitate slightly, and she got a quick glimpse of glistening waterfalls, majestic mountains, and diamond caverns, all bustling with life, before he replied. "Oh, here and there. Hey, you know, you've really-"
"You're changing the subject," Amy stated pointedly, and Shari felt a wave of uneasiness wash over him. 'How does she do that?' he wondered warily. He was trying to come up with a reply other than what she was asking, when a sleepy looking fox wandered in, his twin tails dragging on the ground behind him as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He squinted up at the two in the doorway, or three if you included Shari.
"Amy…wadda ya doin' here so early? It's six o' clock."
"Six-thirty," Amy mumbled sheepishly. Then, she crossed her arms accusingly. "And what, may I ask, was with those freakishly clingy robots outside?" Tails gave her a bored look.
"They keep certain pink nuisances from waking their poor, tortured friends up at early hours of the morning," he mumbled before turning sluggishly toward the kitchen. Amy rolled her eyes, mumbling "Teenagers...", and followed him, brushing against Sonic as she passed. Sonic gave a slight start at her touch and his heart skipped a beat. Shari didn't really notice; her own thoughts were occupied with the purpose of Amy's visit. Then, she grew slightly wary as she suddenly recalled the day's agenda.
Shopping.
With Amy Rose.
Her theory was soon proved correct as Amy cheerily strode down the hall, rambling about the "big day" she had planned.
"Hey, Sonic!" Tails called, and said hedgehog turned to face him. "While Amy and Shari are out today, maybe we should-"
"Oh, Shaaaariiiii!" Amy sang, swinging the door open. "Time to get uuuuuup!"
Shari groaned. "Leamelone…"she mumbled, her voice muffled by her feathered pillow. She knew, however, that her protests fell on deaf ears.
"Come on, Shari! We've got a big day on our doorstep! Up!"
Shari groaned and defiantly pulled her pillow over her head. "Tell it to wait. Or better yet, go away. I'm tired." Amy's only response was grabbing the sleepy teen by her ankles and dragging her off the bed. Shari hit the floor with a startled yelp. "Hey!" She glared up at the smirking pink hedgehog who didn't appear the slightest bit intimidated.
"Well, come on then!" Amy called cheerfully, turning toward the stairs. Grumbling to herself, Shari picked herself off the floor and stumbled after her.
They soon arrived at the now-empty kitchen. "Now where has Sonic got to?" Amy murmured curiously, scanning the room.
Shari was unconcerned as she stuck her head inside the fridge. "I dunno. Him and Tails were gonna do something today while we went shopping."
Amy looked at her curiously. "Really? Did they tell you that?" she wondered. Shari froze. Woops…She hadn't thought of that. Luckily, Amy didn't really give it a second thought as she pushed Shari out of the way. "Move. You're taking to long," she stated, smiling. "Besides, I haven't cooked an omelet in ages!" Then, she turned inquisitively to Shari. "You want one?"
Shari shrugged. "Sure…," she replied, not really caring. She was never much of a morning person and it was pretty early. While Amy was busy making breakfast, Shari wandered into Tails workshop, wondering just what types of gadgets he worked on.
In spite of the cluttered tables and work benches, the fox was surprisingly well-organized. All of his finished projects were kept on one side of the room, while the other was occupied by disassembled gadgets and gizmos that defied description. One of the gadgets was a silver circular object with a big red button in the middle. Now when one is exploring a genius' work shop and comes across a big red button, it is common sense NOT to press it. Shari seemed to be one of the many people who either lacked said common sense or simply chose to ignore it for the sake of curiosity. In other words, she pressed it. (While writing this, ISTILL haven't figured out what said button does…)
Nothing happened. Frowning, she pressed it again, then a third time before picking it up to examine it.
Along with the entire work bench.
Yelping in surprise, Shari dropped the gadget which had attached itself to the table. And yet Shari had somehow managed to lift it? She wasn't that strong! Frowning once more, she tried to pick up the table. Too heavy. Then, she picked up the gadget and the table came with it.
Weird. Not only could she effortlessly pick up the table, but everything else on the table appeared to be frozen in place. Suddenly she got an idea. Smirking she pressed the button again, detaching it from the table, and placed it into her jacket pocket. She hoped Tails wouldn't mind if she borrowed it for a couple of hours, but this opportunity was just too good to pass up.
Then, she turned to a work bench full of unassembled gadgets. One particular object caught her eye. A pair of partially constructed hover-shoes. Shari grinned and her eyes glazed over.
Twenty minutes later, Amy called, "Breakfast is ready!" Shari groaned. She didn't want to eat breakfast yet. She was too busy! "Shari?" Amy called again, opening the garage door. Her eyes widened in horror. "Shari!" she screeched. That seemed to get her attention.
"What?" Shari asked innocently.
"Are you crazy! Tails is gonna kill you!" Amy replied frantically, pointing an accusing finger at the pair of hover-shoes in front of Shari, who had a screwdriver in one hand and a God-knows-what in the other.
"Uhhhhhh…" It took a moment for her to realize what she had done. This wasn't her workshop. It belonged to Tails who had an IQ of over three-hundred. And this was one of his many projects. "I can fix it!" Shari insisted, frantically reassembling the hover-shoes. About five minutes later, they were finished. All they required was a paint job, but she figured she could leave that to Tails. "There! Good as knew! I hope…" She glance worriedly at Amy, whose jaw was practically touching the floor.
"What…How…How on Mobius did you do that!" she cried in bewilderment.
Shari looked confused. "Do what? Build this?" She motioned to the shoes.
"Yeah!" Amy replied with an expression that clearly spelled out D-U-H. "I mean, I've never met anyone as smart as Tails! Well, aside from Egghead, but he doesn't count."
Shari laughed. "Oh, I'm not even half as smart as Tails; I assure you! I just, uh, really, really like tinkering with stuff." She motioned to the shoes. "And besides, the only way I was able to build these was because he had already build the skeleton and put in the power source and stuff. I really just wired everything together and made some, uh…interesting modifications. I'm not even sure if it's gonna work…"
"Well, whether or not it's gonna work, we should get out of here!" Amy insisted. "Like, now! Maybe he'll think he built it and just forgot about it or something! I mean, he does get pretty wrapped up in his work sometimes. One time his gloves caught fire while he was working and he didn't even notice!" Shari giggled as Amy dragged her out the door.
Then her eyes widened as something occurred to her. "Hold on a sec!" she told Amy as she rushed back in the workshop. Carefully picking up the hover-shoes, she gently placed them with all of the completed gadgets. Then she followed Amy up the small staircase.
"Are we done yet?"
"No. Stop asking."
"But I'm tired and my feet hurt."
"We've only visited half the clothing stores!"
"You mean we're only HALFWAY DONE!"
"Almost."
"I hate this mall."
Amy sighed in exasperation. "Shari, you're a girl! Girls love shopping!"
"I'm special," Shari retorted dryly, her voice muffled by the several shopping bags she was carrying.
"Oh, come on! It's only been four hours!"
"Who are we shopping for, me or you?"
"Shari!"
Shari sighed in defeat. "Sorry. I'm just grumpy cause I'm hungry." Well, technically it wasn't a lie. She hadn't exactly eaten anything this morning since in their hurry to leave, they left the omelet untouched. Though, honestly, what really bothered her were the fifty-two shopping bags that were currently making it difficult to breath among other things, while little-miss-shop-a-holic was carrying a grand total of two. Two!
Amy considered her statement. "Well, I'm kinda hungry too. Why don't we stop for a bite to eat?" she suggested.
That alone was music to Shari's ears. "Sure!" Shari nodded enthusiastically, causing an avalanche of shopping bags. "Oh, great," Shari mumbled, trying to free one of her hands to pick up the fallen bags.
However, she never got a chance as a voice called, "Here, let me help you with that," and a pair of gloved hands started picking up the floored shopping bags. "Amy, could you at least carry some of these? At least enough to let her see where she's going?"
"Yikes! Sorry Shari!" Amy squeaked as she scrambled to relieve some of Shari's load. Finally, Shari could see her rescuer: a green wolf with hazel eyes and a toothy grin.
His eyes widened as he saw her. "Hey, you're a human!" he exclaimed.
Shari gasped in mock-surprise. "Really?" she breathed, looking herself over.
The wolf laughed. "This ones got attitude! What's your name, kid?"
Shari frowned. "I'm fourteen."
"Still in school?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes. So, what's your name."
Shari sighed in defeat. "Shari," she replied.
The wolf shook her hand. "Nice to meet 'cha, Shari. The name's Marco."
Shari narrowed her eyes. "Marco huh? Say…You wouldn't happen to be the same Marco to whom Amy owes a pizza, would you?"
"Shari!" Amy cried.
Marco laughed. "So, I take it he noticed then?"
Amy sighed. "Yeah…," she mumbled.
"Well, alrighty then!" Marco replied, cheerfully picking up the remaining shopping bags. "Why don't you join my friends and I for lunch at the over-priced Pizzaria?" Without waiting for a reply, he started heading off in the direction of the food court. With a groan, Amy reluctantly followed, mumbling something along the lines of "Why are we friends again?", Shari at her heels.
Me: Yay! I finished it! Took forever….oh well.
Roxy: (walks through hole-in-wall with Jake, Isaac, and Danny slung over her shoulders, whistling)
Me: Are they dead?
Roxy: Nope! I set it on stun.
Me: It has a stun setting?
Roxy: It does now.
Me: Oh…Hey, where's the freakishly-huge-bazooka/alien-gun-thingy?
Roxy: What gun?
*Insert shooting, screaming, maniac-y laughter, and sounds of mass destruction here*
Me: That gun.
Roxy: (drops cargo) *groan* Not again! *sigh* Oh well, who says I don't enjoy it?
Me: (looks worried) What? Shooting things or saving the world?
Roxy: Shooting things. CHAAAAAAARGE! (thunders out of room)
Me: *twitch* What….have I done…?