Alright, we finally hit double-digit chapter counts! You guys seemed to really enjoy the last chapter, means I'm doing something right! Anyways, before we get started I have the usual responses, there's a few this time so buckle in.

(FFN Reviews)

Mitha Sentro: Glad to see you like it! It's been just as fun to write!

Purloined Letter: Finitevus was one of my favorite Archie original characters, he was just so devilishly evil that I had to include him in some capacity. Rosemary and Amadeus are also some of my other favorites, expect to see some more where they came from!

AStoryTellerBook: It is the longest chapter I've written for any of my fics. Feels awesome to break that 2k barrier!

SharpDragonKlaw: It would seem that way, I've got plans though. :)

Fanakatsuki: The Prowers are fun characters, I'm happy you're enjoying them!

Whatnoww: Happy to be your first introduction! Hope you stay around and enjoy it!

Piggon: I felt a little bit evil writing it as well, so I think it's something to do with the story itself! As for Finitevus, I make no promises.

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Nightmaster000: I'm not spoiling anything when it comes to events from the comics or other media, but expect to see some other characters in the future! As for Miles, you'll just have to read and see what he's up to!

Alright, that's everyone for now, thanks for all the reviews last time! Let's get going!

Subject #4261

Outcast

News about Miles got around much quicker then he anticipated. Most of the villages kept a wide berth and some of them glared at him whenever he left the Prower family home. Undeterred by the frosty reception, Miles attempted to win some favor for himself by helping Finitevus at his clinic. This was in spite of the doctor's numerous attempts to discourage him, especially when several potential patients preferred 'toughing out' their ailments rather than be under the same roof as public enemy number two. In the end, Miles was relegated to running errands for the doctor, much to the relief of his patients. If Miles thought that hard labour would endear himself to the villagers, nothing could be further from the truth. The shop assistants were surly and Miles thought that if he hadn't been working for the doctor he would be at the mercy of the village.

Miles had been given a few extra chits to 'treat himself' and had thought of buying himself a jacket to cover his most distinctive features and melt into the crowd. However, he came to realise that it wasn't the easiest thing to hide the fact he had two tails. Miles was miserable. To top it all off, he felt strangely homesick. He missed the workshops, his room, Kay...he really missed Kay. At least the Prowers and Finitevus still enjoyed having him around. Finitevus had given him a white cloak, similar to his own, to wear while at the clinic. The Prowers still allowed him to stay with them, despite the flak they receiving for doing so. Skye was just happy to have a new playmate. However, Miles came to realize even as he played with Skye's tin soldiers, he suspected that he like everyone else would come to hate him too.

On the next day, Miles rolled out of bed and got himself ready. He still had the clothes Finitevus had given him when he first arrived. He went downstairs where his foster mother Rosemary greeted him.

"Good Morning Miles."

"Morning," Miles replied sleepily.

"Same plans today as usual I assume?"

"You got that, I'm not the most interesting Mobian in the world."

"I think your just fine the way you are Miles, " Rosemary reassured.

He blushed at the statement, "Where's Amadeus?"

"He's helping the patrols today, he'll probably be here when you get back."

"Cool, well I'm off. Tell Skye I said hi."

"See you tonight," Rosemary comforted.

Miles stepped out into the chill morning air, there weren't many Mobians at this hour. The few that were gave him a very wide berth. He hardly noticed any more, he figured he would get this kind of reaction anyways. Eventually, he arrived at the small clinic across the village. The place was empty as Finitevus wouldn't open for an hour or two. This gave Miles ample opportunity to get the place cleaned up.

Eventually, Finitevus arrived. "See you're here, early as usual. How did yesterday go?" He asked as he stepped into the clinic.

"How it usually goes, I still have no idea how you got them to accept me."

"I told them to judge you by who you are and not by what they heard," Finitevus replied as he rifled through piles of paperwork.

"I'm not that interesting am I?"

"More interesting than me at least."

"That's not true! You're one of the most interesting Mobians I've met!" Miles protested.

"Says the one that grew up in a city full of robots."

"Got me there." The two laughed before continuing.

"Alright," Miles began. "What's the schedule today?"

"Actually, about that…" Miles looked at Finitevus, confused, he always had something for them to do in the mornings. "I don't think I can let you keep helping me here," Finitevus whispered.

"What?"

"I've gotten complaints, they're still terrified of you Miles." Miles had to sit down on a nearby bed, he felt lightheaded.

"I've changed though, isn't that enough?" "I'm afraid not, you have to understand Miles. You were with Robotnik for eight years, people don't just get over that."

"You can vouch for me though? Right?"

"Having known you for these past few days, I've come to the opinion that you're a good kit. But I'm not sure it would make much of a difference, there's only one of me."

The sense of dread in Miles' stomach continued to increase.

"I don't want to have to do this either, but it's for the patients. They're not necessarily comfortable being taken care of someone who used to terrorize them!"

"Is there anything you could do?"

"I don't think so, I'm sorry."

Miles softly sighed, "I figured it was going to happen sooner or later, I just want to help."

"Knowing you, you'll find a way to."

"Thanks, Fint."

"It was my pleasure Miles."

Miles walked out of the clinic and back into the cold morning air. A few more Mobians were out, but none had challenged him. He glanced at a puddle on the cobbled street and saw his exhausted reflection staring back. Miles didn't even know what to do. After some deliberation, Miles figured he would return to the Prowers' across the village. As he walked, he thought to himself, what else could he do to help. As he walked, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Looking behind him, he was instantly met with a fist to the face. Surprised by the strike, he fell backwards, tasting blood in his mouth.

"That's for my parents you monster." His attacker, a red vixen wearing a black top spoke.

Miles stood himself back up, he felt blood running down his face. The vixen smiled to herself, "Looks like that hurt."

Miles gritted his teeth and resisted every urge to fight back.

"I think I can do better though" the vixen muttered as she closed in. Miles prepared this time, dodged another strike. While the fighting was obviously not an option, talking her out of it seemed like a solid plan B.

"Look, I don't know what-"

"Shut it!"

Miles dodged another strike. It was time for plan C, run. Miles turned and ran as fast as he could away from his attacker. He didn't look back but every time he slowed down, he could swear he heard footsteps hammering on the dirt behind him. He knew if he could get back to the Prowers', she wouldn't be able to attack him. He drew looks from the villagers, but none stepped in to help. Miles looked back and saw that he was indeed still being chased. As he came to the familiar home, he rushed in and slammed the door behind him. Rosemary who had been busy sweeping the floor jumped in alarm.

"What did you do to your face?" She asked, quickly ushering Skye, who had a horrified look on his face out of the room.

Miles walked himself over to a mirror and caught sight of blood cascading down his chin. His nose was bleeding profusely and patches of blood coated his ruined shirt. "Some crazy vixen tried to attack me."

"Well, what did she look like?" Rosemary questioned as she dressed his wounds.

"Red fur, black outfit." Miles described his attacker animatedly.

"Fiona, her name's Fiona. I was scared she'd eventually do something."

"What do you mean? What's her problem?"

"Her parents were captured during an attack on her village a few years back, she came here after, it's a sore topic for her."

"Where was her village?"

"Just south of here, why?" Miles suddenly felt like he was carrying the world on his shoulders.

"Miles?" Rosemary spoke, concern in her voice, "MILES?"

He snapped back to reality. "What…"

"You zoned out there, is something wrong?"

"I did it…"

"Did what?"

"I destroyed her village, I...I captured her parents."

Rosemary's face turned from one of concern to one of shock, "Are you positive?"

"I'm certain, I can remember it. I smiled… I smiled! I'm going to apologize, I need to-"

Miles was stopped by Rosemary, "You're not going in your current state, I'll grab you a new shirt. Wait there until the bleeding stops."

Miles did as he was told and eventually, it seemed to stop completely. He swapped his bloodstained shirt for a new one.

"I'd encourage you to be careful when you do go to talk to her, considering her reaction to seeing you."

"Alright, where does she live?"

"Just six down on the right."

"Got it."

Miles exited the hut and turned right. What was he going to say? What even could he say? He just figured he'd let his gut do the talking and see how it went from there. Hesitantly, Miles knocked on the door, Fiona answered and proceeded to give him one look before slamming the door in his face.

"Fiona wait! I'm sorry-"

The door flew open again, "Let me get one thing straight Robotnik, I will NEVER forgive you, the only reason I'm not punching you again right now, is because I don't want any blood in here. Don't waste your time." Fiona slammed the door back into Miles' face.

Miles simply stood there in shock, "Well, what did you think was going to happen genius?" He mentally scolded himself. "She was just going to instantly forgive you? Geez, that's dumb." Begrudgingly, Miles returned to the Prowers, feeling worse than before. His guilt seemed to multiply a thousand fold.

"I suppose it didn't go well then?" Rosemary said observing his downcast expression, "I didn't think it would, she doesn't really get along with anybody. I didn't think of giving her a visit was going to help."

Miles sighed "I'm not sure what I expected to happen, I mean I basically killed her parents." He wallowed in his own guilt for a while. He felt horrible, even more so with the realization that Fiona was not the only one. How many Mobians didn't have parents because of him? He didn't even want to think about it.

He retired himself to his bed out of sorrow. Unable to hold in his emotions any longer, he started to cry. Rosemary later attempted to comfort the kitsune but to no avail. Nothing she said could undo what he had done.

Miles eventually cried himself to sleep, any nightmares he had would be better than what he had actually done.

That's it for this chapter guys, feel free to leave your thoughts in a review and a huge thank you to Zoggerific for inspiring this chapter and for beta reading the story. See you next time.