Author's note:

The characters are Tails and a spooky bot. Drama for now.

Edit 23-11-2012: Chapter contents were altered.


This chapter is a separate and finished ficlet.


8. Omen.

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Someone knocked on the front door of the workshop. Tails opened it to see no one; hearing a persistent clack, clack made him look down. A small robot bug sat on the steps, and its top shell was green.

"May welfare be with you, a sapient organic being," it buzzed. "Are you ready to confess your misdeeds?"

"Um, no, not really," Tails replied politely. "Why should I?"

"The end is inevitable, and only those who entrusted their souls to our Lord shall not suffer." The bot produced a picture of a bald man. His red moustaches were thin and curled upwards; the fox briefly thought he had seen him somewhere before, but he brushed it off.

"What end? Is Eggman going to attack again?" He still failed to get the idea.

"That is irrelevant. An enormous astronomical object is approaching the Earth. It will collide with the planet within a month, and all life forms will be annihilated. Only those who accepted our Lord will avoid the agonizing death."

Tails, who had personally seen meteor activity forecasts for the next few years, sighed. "This isn't the case. Don't worry, nobody is going to die. Everything will be fine."

The robot's pincers slid apart, apparently forming a sweet smile. It made the kit remember that Predator movie he had seen a while ago.

"Incorrect. It won't. The signs have already been delivered. You may want to acquaint yourself with them now."

Tails looked above the bug. In the distance, right above Station Square, was floating Angel Island.


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Author's note:

Today is 21.11.2012. We will all die in a month.

And if we don't, I'll have a good laugh looking at this chapter afterwards.