After dinner, I just went to my room and started staring at the nightly landscape out of the window. It was my first dinner with grandma in the castle after she retired. I haven't worn my pajamas yet, therefore I am still nude. I had already taken a shower with Nicole, who went to sleep. During the shower, we made out and washed each other's privates and breasts. She did a great job at this, I won't lie. Her hands are really soft, and I especially love feeling them on my belly and my tits. But only one more thing could complete the scene, and that's Tails.
Several minutes later, mother came to my room. She walked towards me and placed her hand on my shoulder as I turned my head towards her direction.
"Hey babe, it's really late now," mom said. "Why haven't you gone to sleep yet? Nicole is already asleep, I see."
"I just..." I sighed. "I just can't stop thinking about Tails. I just wish he was with me again. I feel really bad for my little sweetie, being stuck in a wicked environment where he's surrounded by hatred and indifference."
"I feel really bad for him too. Who'd have thought Rosemary could be so cruel to him?" mom added. "Kicking you and Nicole out of her house only because you wanted to give Tails some good time... I can't imagine what she'd do next."
"Maybe gang-banging Rosemary together wasn't really a good idea," I said. "Mommy, is something wrong with our behavior?"
"Sweetie, what do you mean?" mother asked and petted my hair.
"I mean with our nymphomaniac, uh... I'm not sure if I can call it nature," I answered. "I mean, what if it caused Rosemary to get mad at me?"
"That's not an excuse to take out all her anger on her own son," mom replied.
"It's not just her, mom. I mean, look at that butterfly on Tori's portrait," I said. "I feel like as if it's trying to tell us something. And Silver cursed us because you had made Blaze betray him."
"I know, but I feel like there was something odd with Blaze when she visited us three years ago. Back then she already seemed a bit off," mom said.
"Wow, really? You don't suppose she... do you?" I replied.
"I don't know, sweetie. In fact, I tried calling her after Silver replaced her and took the kingdom to his hands," mother responded and sighed. "I just hope she's OK."
"I just want Tails back," I sniffled. "My poor little man..."
"Don't cry, Sal," mom hugged me as I cried on her shoulder. "Tails will come back to you. And you know what? I'll even let him live here so he won't be forced to leave you again."
"Mommy, I'm scared..." I squeaked. It was the first time I've ever said those words in that order since I was seven years old. How could have I returned to saying that?
"Sally babe, why are you scared?" mom asked, petting my hair.
"The butterfly, the plagues... and what if something bad happened to Tails?" I cried. Mother then kissed me right on the lips.
"Listen, sweetheart. Tails will be back. You just need to believe hard enough," she said and stroked my snout. "And when he comes back, I'll treat him like the king he will be when the kingdom is going to be yours to rule."
Well, mommy sure knows how to cheer me up. I smiled and wiped my tears as mother started kissing me again, and we started making out together as we caressed each other in our arms. I could feel her soft, warm tongue bumping into mine as we moaned into our kiss. Mom then lowered her head to suckle on my breasts.
"You sure know what to do to make me feel better, mommy," I moaned while petting mom's head and breastfeeding her. "I love it when you suck my titties."
"I love sucking on them too, they're so delicious," mommy giggled. "Hmm, you're running out of milk. I think we need another round of that wine soon."
"We'll do it tomorrow," I replied, "I feel wasted."
"Can mommy lick your puss-puss before you go to sleep?" mom cooed and kissed my nipple-piercings.
"Yes mommy, you can," I smiled. I watched as mother went down to my sweet spot and started making out with it. I petted her head and held her hand as she did so. She licked me for several minutes until my climax. I didn't scream because I didn't want to wake Nicole. After finishing, mom raised herself again for another kiss.
"Du riechst so gut..." mother cooed.
"Thank you, mom. I really needed that," I smiled and licked mom's neck.
"You're welcome, Sal. Have a pleasant night, my precious," mom responded and stroked my cheek.
"Good night mommy," I replied and walked to bed as mother walked back to her bedroom. I slowly crawled into my bed next to Nicole. The cute lynx slightly opened her eyes and saw me. We smiled at each other, and Nicole reached her hands to cuddle me before closing her eyes again. We slept in each other's arms until I don't know when.
However, something weird woke us up.
*croak*
"Hmm?"
"Eep!"
"Nicky, what happened?" I asked. "Oh, it's just a frog."
"I know, but it just startled me," Nicole responded.
"Wait a sec... how did that frog get inside the castle anyway?" I asked.
"Hold on, yesterday we had blood, which was the first plague..." Nicole thought out loud, per say.
"And the second is frogs! Damn it, we probably have tons of frogs invading the castle now!" I said in frustration.
"Sally! Nicole! Come here please!" I heard mother calling us. She and grandma had probably found more frogs roaming around the castle.
I quickly put my vest on and climbed off my bed. Nicole still had her transparent blue nightgown. "Come on Nicky," I said as I held Nicole's hand and we walked towards mom's bedroom. We weren't surprised to find frogs in here too, but we were surprised from the huge amount of frogs leaping around as mom and grandma tried to shoo them away.
"Looks like the second plague has started," I sighed, and the butterfly on great-grandma Tori's portrait flapped its wings as I spoke.
"Curse you Silver and your ability to make amphibians randomly appear in our castle out of the blue," grandma muttered. Apparently the butterfly didn't flap its wings this time. Yep, it's a vendetta against mother and me, I suppose.
Oddly enough, those frogs are Mobian frogs, but they act like regular frogs – croaking and leaping around without speaking a language we Mobians can understand.
"They seem to have no idea how they got here or why they're even here," Nicole said.
"Hey mother, don't do that!" mom said once grandma forced a frog out of the window. "We just want them out of the castle, not to kill them!"
"Relax dear, have you forgotten that the castle is surrounded by water?" grandma responded.
"But didn't all the water turn into blood yesterday, Molly?" Nicole asked.
"Oh crap, you're right!" grandma replied and looked out of the window. "Actually no, the water turned back to water and the frog landed safely inside."
"Well, that plague was totally pointless," I sighed.
"As if yesterday's blood wasn't," mother responded.
"Damn, all that shooing sure made me hungry," I said. "Wait, we didn't even have any breakfast yet."
"You and Nicole can go eat, we'll handle the frogs over here," mother said.
"We'll join you later," grandma added.
"OK," I replied and walked with Nicole to the kitchen. And surprise surprise, frogs were there too. I just sighed in annoyance and opened the fridge. Yep, a frog was there too.
"Don't they ever freeze?" Nicole asked.
"Well, fuck me if I know," I shrugged.
"I'd fuck you any day, Sal," Nicole chuckled and kissed my breasts, making me giggle.
"Me too sweetie," I replied and kissed Nicole's lips. "So, will some exalted bread and honey do the trick?"
"Yes please, and some milk too," Nicole replied after I helped her sit near the table. Another frog was inside the cupboard where we keep the honey, and apparently it passed me the jar.
"Thanks I guess," I hesitated as I took the jar and started preparing the bread. Of course, my titty milk in the glasses and we started our breakfast. Mom and grandma joined us later.
"We shooed them off," mom said. "Most of them, at least."
"That's great!" Nicole cheered. "But there are some over here too."
"We'll deal with them later, I'm famished," grandma said.
"So, what would you like for breakfast?" I asked.
"I say we should first drink something," mom grinned and poked my nipples.
"I see where you're going with this, Alicia," grandma snickered. She and mother then crouched to suckle on my tits again, and I held their heads while they did so. It sure is a heartwarming experience to breastfeed two generations of my elders. Nicole didn't want to get left behind, so she licked between my legs. In other words, I was their little Land of Milk and Honey. As grandma said, we'll deal with those frogs later. Nothing much else to see here, you can move along.
-Point of view shift-
Play ball. All or nothing. Rock or bust. Shoot to thrill. Know your enemies as you stare into their snake eyes. All we need to do now is wait for the referee to officially announce the game's commencing.
"We're playing a single survival game. On your marks... get ready..."
My team and I keep staring at the enemies who keep staring at us. One could actually notice the sweat on their heads if they focus enough. The wait is too long, it feels like I'm in a video-game that's stuck in its loading screen. It usually happens when the games are too rushed in their development. Ironic, eh? I'd say it's rather symbolic, because I have a feeling this game is going to end within several blinks of an eye.
"And... play ball!"
And so the referee tosses the ball to the middle, and unfortunately my opposing team occupies it. It can be kind of hard at times to run along the court without having your teammates block your path every second. The ball keeps getting stricken towards us by the opposing team, like some angry meteorite that keeps crashing towards the same destination over and over again.
My team and I were able to take down some of them, but the opposing team was gaining on us. And I was forced to watch my entire team getting wiped out of the game.
Like an army, falling one by one by one.
Seeing my opponents staring at me was the last straw. They were more than just opponents now. It felt like they were downright taunting me with those disgusting grins. I couldn't let this go with silence.
"You despicable jerks! You have more grumba!"
Unfortunately, the captain of the opposing team didn't feel like letting this go with silence either. "You're watching too much TV, you nerdy little bitch!" he taunted.
"What's the matter? Can't admit your mistakes?" I responded in anger.
"It's not my fault you're a sore loser," the rivaling captain replied in disdain. "You've got a lot to learn about how to lose like a normal person, missy. People won't want to play with you anymore."
"Leave those stupid lectures to your retired players, you ass!" I snapped.
"Oh, now you've gone and done it!" the captain snarled.
"Oh, whatcha gonna do now!? Beat me up!?" I shouted.
"I dare you to strike me, you little bitch! Bring it on!" the asshole roared.
"Just watch me!" I snapped back.
A quick run and a little punch to the face that knocked him down on his back would hopefully teach this little beast a lesson or two. But I was wrong. Soon I found myself about to get impaled by the entire opposing team, with some of them leaving a couple of slight yet very noticeable injuries over my body. However, the upper hand was on my side after proving I could bash their skulls pretty heavily. My team, on the other hand, they just stood there and facepalmed in shame. As if I could care any less about that.
"Stop! Cease this mess immediately!" the referee roared. "Perci, you can't just go on and start a fight with everyone just because your team is losing!"
He's right. I was just mad because they had gained more points than we had. My adrenaline fades away as I look at the injuries on my arms and stomach, and the opponents I had maimed. The only command my brain had ordered me to do was lower my head in shame. I didn't want to look at the referee in the eyes. I just couldn't.
"We are trying to have a decent and fair dodgeball game here, and I can't have deranged players soil the game and injure everyone!" the referee continued. "One more preposterous move like this and you are suspended from my court, Perci! Now go home and think of what you've done!"
"Yes sir," I murmured sadly and turned around. Now in my remains, after setting my silence free, I walk back home very slowly. I didn't want to see anyone right now. But my teammates and the referee were staring at me and my shame as I kept distancing myself from the court. One more stupid act like this one and I'll be gone. All I want right now is to take a shower to wash away the worst of me.
And so I insert my key and enter.
"Perci! What happened to you?" says the voice of my sweetheart as she gets off the couch to give me the kiss and the hug I need so much.
"I just had a rough game now, Sticks," I sighed. "Let's just say those opposing teams can sometimes be really brutal."
"Don't tell me you were involved in a fight!" Sticks said in shock. I had no choice but to nod in agreement while sniffling. "Oh, my darling violet beauty, don't be sad. We'll take care of those wounds and you'll be better in no time."
"Thanks Sticks, but it's more than that," I sobbed. "The referee threatened to estrange me from the court if I get involved in a fight again. Look dear, I just want to take a shower and get some rest. I feel wasted."
"Let me take the shower with you," Sticks replied. "Having a sexy shower together always cheers you up, Perci. Besides, that way your wounds will be clean and their chances of getting worse will deplete."
"Alright babe," I responded, hoping Sticks taking a shower with me would indeed raise my lost morale. As we get in the shower, Sticks unzips my outfit and takes if off before petting my breasts. It always makes me smile when she pets my breasts, which have always been my favorite parts of my body.
I do the same with Sticks' – taking off her top and touching her breasts, but I also decided to give them a series of brief licks before kissing her on the lips. Once stripping to full nudity, we turn on the water and start making out underneath it. We start moaning into our kiss as we also start touching each other down there. Mmm, so soft.
We then start applying the shampoo on each other's hairs. Then the soap comes. While washing each other, we like focusing on our breasts and bellies, and of course, between our legs. But having my breasts washed has always been my favorite. Sticks also likes combining oral action while washing me. Due to her energetic nature, she likes being the dominant one out of us. And despite me being a tough girl, I've always preferred being submissive, especially to someone like Sticks.
Right now she is sucking on my breast, loving the taste and hearing my moans. "More," I said sweetly. She also made me lactate several times. "I also want your mouth down there too," I kept moaning. Sticks obeyed. In fact, she never refused to my sexual desires before. She placed her hand on m breast she had just sucked, once again amazing me by how she can stretch her arm like this, despite me being taller.
"Yes, more please... I'm gonna cum in your mouth," I moaned.
"Mmmhmm," Sticks made a sound of agreement, right before receiving my juices in her mouth. She then gave me a kiss to share them with me. "That was wonderful," she said.
"Thank you, Sticks. You always know how to make me feel better," I replied with a smile.
"You're welcome, my violet beauty," the jungle badger smiled back at me and rubbed her nose against mine before kissing me again. "Now let's go to the living room and take care of your wounds, goldie eyes."
After drying each other, Sticks took the first-aid kit and started bandaging my arms, legs, forehead, and belly as I sat on the couch. Sticks was dressed, but I decided to remain topless.
"Better?" she asked.
"Yes hun, thank you," I replied.
"You're welcome, goldie eyes," Sticks smiled at me and kissed my nipple.
"Want me to breastfeed you, darling?" I asked. Sticks nodded and climbed on the couch before crawling towards me and suckling on my tits. "Mmm, that's nice," I cooed softly. "So, anything new from Rotor?"
"Nope, not yet," Sticks answered. "It's odd, more and more patients keep getting piled on lately ever since that old douche Finitevus had opened up his place."
"No hun, that place has been established since almost forever," I replied. "Finitevus just bought it after the previous owner had passed away."
"I know, but ever since Finitevus bought this place, strange stuff has been going on there," Sticks responded.
"That's why Rotor is there," I replied. "He just... doesn't have enough info as of now."
"I guess all we can do is just sit here and wait until Rotor tells us about some emergency," Sticks said as she kept suckling on my breasts. She also grabbed them gently as we talked.
"But do you know who scares me more right now?"
"Who?"
"Silver," I answered. "If what he said on the news is true, then we must prepare for the worst."
"We can't have a war on our heads," Sticks said.
"True. At times like this, we need to stick together till the end, my darling," I said. Sticks nodded as I kept feeding her.
"I'm thinking we should also help the Acorns if we can do something," she said. "Especially with that curse Silver had brought on them."
"Curses don't exist, sweetie," I chuckled.
"You can never know, goldie eyes," Sticks replied.
-Point of view shift – Tails-
Every time I think to myself that nothing could possibly go any worse, my so-called theory keeps biting me in the ass. I've been going through terrible events in various moments in my life, but this one was the final straw. My mother has always been doing stupid decision after stupid decision, but last night was definitely one of her worst. Because of this, I legitimately never wanna see her again in my remaining lifetime.
Everything I had gone through will forever be a scar etched within my feeble mind, we've already established that. However, last night might have officially changed who I am. My own mother managed to kill my hope, she managed to kill my sanity, and my innocence has been brutally murdered since I was five fucking years old. I can't think of anything more degrading, humiliating, and embarrassing than this. If this is my mother's way to punish me for being an atheistic little Aspie monster, then I completely understand why my father had decided not to make any contact with her for the rest of his life.
And now I am doing the exact same thing.
It's already morning now. After running away from what I used to consider home, I just took my Tornado and flew all the way to Angel Island to have a talk with a professional, who happened to be Knuckles' mother. It's time for a professional to finally understand what's really been going on with my absurd life. Since I hadn't found any proper place to park it without any fear of having it stolen, I just shrank it with my ray-gun like I had done with all of my other stuff.
Furthermore, I literally spent the night near her door. I haven't even eaten anything since my departure from home, and for a genius it's a terrible and rather stupid mistake. But it's far less stupid than how my mother is committed to the atrocious idea of torturing me since the age of zero. Hell, even before the age of zero.
Shadow suddenly comes out of the therapist's office, and he looks rather sad. A member of Mina's metal band, Shadow was also my bass guitar teacher. We played together a lot during his lessons. However, right now I doubt if he even noticed me. Maybe because he has his own problems to deal with, otherwise he wouldn't be taking off his cross pendant. Suddenly I made a sound that caught his attention.
"Shadow?"
He stopped. Then he slowly turned his head towards me, and then back forwards without saying anything to me.
"Why did all this have to happen?" the black hedgehog then asked himself while crying and walking away as he slowly put his cross pendant back on.
Now it's my turn to show up in front of the therapist, whether she likes it or not. She seems to have a rather slow day if Shadow and I have been the only ones here at the same time. "Next, please!" I hear her calling in a rather gentle and benevolent tone as I slowly walk into her office and close the door behind me while maintaining my miserable mood and expressions.
"Tails? Oh my, you don't look so good," the therapist said in shock and hugged me gently. "I almost didn't recognize you!"
"I apologize beforehand for showing up like this without any warning, but there's something I've been holding in my stomach for so many years from any professionals and I want to finally put the cards on the table," I sniffled. "May I lie on the couch?"
"Sure darling, go ahead," the therapist answered.
I then climbed on the couch as slowly as possible and just lay on my back. "By the way Lara-Le, are you gonna finish those? Because I haven't eaten since last night and I feel like my stomach is about to digest itself any minute now," I said after eyeing a bowl of bagels.
"Oh dear, no wonder you look so exhausted," replied a worried Lara-Le. "Take as much as you like," she added.
"Thanks," I murmured in tears as I took one large bagel and chewed on it as slowly as a rock. I know I don't make much sense here, but fuck that. How the fuck I managed to survive yesterday's flight without eating anything is even a mystery for me. I couldn't help noticing the cross pendant on Lara-Le's neck, but I managed not to focus on it. Knuckles told me his mother also specializes in hypnosis, but I was definitely not in the mood for getting hypnotized, and I don't think I need to explain why.
"I've been tormented, doc," I sniffled. "I've been tormented by almost everybody, especially from the one who's supposed to love me the most! And to make it even more ironic, she keeps tormenting me nowadays whether she means it or not."
"Who would that be?" Lara-Le asked me in a concerned tone. I knew it would sound really embarrassing, but I just had no other choice other than spitting it out. Besides, finally talking to a professional was the perfect opportunity to get all that bullshit out of my chest.
"My own mother," I cried. "She never loved me. I never was a son to her, but an abomination of her so-called god. All these years she's been doing everything to kill me, and this current Hanukah was the true killer."
"Your own mother is trying to ki-" Lara-Le said in shock. "Oh dear... what makes you think that, Tails?"
"Maybe the tiny insignificant fact that I had become a victim of anti-Semitic hate crimes because of her," I sniffled.
I could see the sadness on Lara-Le's face. She had already known me and she knows how much of a close friend I am to her son Knuckles, so she already knows some of my background. Apparently not very much of my background, however. "That's horrible..." she said faintly. "Say, you're Jewish, am I right?"
Well, that was a dumb question to start that session with. Even though I kind of expected her to ask me this, I found the timing to be really bad. But I can only assume she just wanted a reminder. "No," I answered, trying to hold my tears back with no much success. "I am an atheist. I cannot bring myself into believing in a god who abandons those who need him the most. At my hardest times, I used to hopelessly pray for his help, and I got nothing. On the contrary, it only made things worse. People at Knothole mocked me and bullied me because of this, with the main triggers being you know who."
I wanted to mention Dr. Eggman and Mammoth Mogul, but because I assumed Lara-Le didn't want to hear much about the former, and because of the taboo placed on the latter, I had to censor them from the conversation.
"Do you know why my mother keeps torturing me since forever?" I asked, and Lara-Le shook her head slowly in response. "Because ever since Knothole, when I was only five years old, I abandoned my faith. My mom told me God was always with me, and lied. I never got the help I had needed. My mom thinks only faith is important, and all her attempts to coerce it on me only caused me to distance myself from her as much as I could, and even hate her."
"It really saddens me to hear this, Tails. Your mother shouldn't be torturing you like this, especially if it's only because of religious differences," Lara-Le said. "Take a look at me and Knuckles, for example. I'm a Christian, but my son gave up on Christianity in favor of Anton LaVey's philosophy. Despite our religious differences, we're still on great terms and we don't coerce anything on each other. In addition, when I was about to send Knuckles to Knothole, he actually went on his own will, because he was eager to witness our forthcoming victory over Robotnik, and to bring honor to our deceased ancestors. I'm sure you simply misinterpreted your mother's motivation to send you there, even though you lost your faith in the Lord's presence or in his will to help. After all, you do remember it was a mass drafting to fight Robotnik, right?"
"You don't know my mother, doc," I chuckled nervously in tears. "You may think you know her, but you're wrong. She's just too stubborn and... Dare I say it? Evil."
"Evil?" Lara-Le asked in shock.
"She's got issues!" I shouted. "I told you, I was five years old! Who the hell does that!?"
Lara-Le was even more shocked now. "Let's just calm down, and we'll see just how bad your situation really is."
I had a slight feeling she wasn't taking this seriously, indicated by that unfitting smile on her face. But I wasn't in the mood to argue about this, nor did I even find such a thing to be necessary. Therefore, I just nodded in tears.
"Should I tell you about my childhood?" I asked. Lara-Le nodded, and so I began my story. It's actually going to be the first time I'm going to go through everything in my life ever so thoroughly. Not even Sally or Nicole know that many details. I know I may sound repetitive here, but now I'm not going to spare any details. It's not going to get any easier from here on. Anyone who wants to leave this page, this is your last chance.
"Long ago, it was dark... and stinky. I was only five years old when my mother sent me to Knothole. She told me I was only going to, in her own words, a camp with kids like me. All I was given was a Bible, praying material, and a Hanukiah. No food, no drinks, nothing else. Her last words I heard from her were 'Remember, God is always with you, Miles. I love you'. Yes, fool the naïve kid with those three particular words. I later found myself on a bus with many other people, among them were Sonic, Knuckles, Sally, Amy, Bunnie, Rotor, and many others I could not recognize."
"So you actually did encounter some familiar faces," Lara-Le said. "Knuckles told me that you, Sonic, and Amy were all in the same school back then."
"True, but I did not recognize the rest. I didn't know Sally, Bunnie, or Rotor beforehand," I continued. "Moreover, in addition to those familiar benevolent faces, there were many others that were malevolent to say the least. Those horrible people whom you consider heroes were downright heartless bullies. When I was alone without my friends, those bullies would constantly make fun of my appearance, my faith, and mainly because I couldn't shut the hell up about my interests or my faith. I was always interested in machines and inventions, and they kept using their methods of torture only to make me shut up and lock myself inside a filthy hut."
This is where my flashbacks are about to bring you to places worse than hell.
"I was made to be the scapegoat of everything that allegedly went wrong with our plans to drive Eggman away or stall his progress. I was labeled to atrocious stigmas and names like 'Jew-boy', 'Jew-fox', 'two-tailed sheeny', 'autistic fox kike' and what not. They didn't spare any physical methods either. During Christmas time while I was celebrating Hanukah instead, their favorite holiday of the year was apparently Mr. Burnt Star of David Day."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Lara-Le asks me.
"Every Hanukah/Christmas I was forced to see a swarm of wooden Stars of David burning in front of my house. And if that's not enough, one time they even broke into my house and destroyed my Hanukiah."
"That's awful!" the therapist says in shock. "Didn't they know that proper behavior precedes the Torah? It's first grade, for Pete's sake!"
"If you think that's bad, I think I should tell you what other wicked antics those bastards had planned on me," I cried. "There were times when both of my tails were grabbed tightly while I was getting my fur plucked off strand by strand, while everyone else was forced to hear my screams of agony. Most of the bystanders were just standing there and laughing at me. At other occasions I was being prodded and stabbed with sticks and blunt butcher hooks because apparently the Jewish foxy was the reason this was all they could afford, so the Jewish foxy has to pay tavin utkilin (full price). Until, of course, they started turning off cigars and firecrackers on my body, thus leaving me with burns and wounds that some eventually evolved into scars. Here, let me show you."
Lara-Le seemed like she was on the verge of tears once I exposed some ugly scarred burns on my back, stomach, arms, legs, and forehead, which were perfectly covered underneath my fur.
"To scatter more salt on my wounds," I continued, "even my cursed birth-name Miles was a laughingstock among the hoi polloi. I was told my brain was 'miles away from here' and shit, and Bunnie was the worst when she constantly referred to me as 'Miley', which is a fucking girls' name. I know she didn't mean any harm, but damn it, she had so many years to apologize. In fact, I've never talked to her ever since. But one day when I opened my Bible I noticed something very interesting slipping through the pages."
"What was that?" Lara-Le asked.
"A weird piece of paper, completely unrelated to the Bible's pages," I answered. "This particular piece of paper apparently had something that at first I didn't understand, but since it had my name on it, I just had to figure out what it was. I was able to read, but I needed more explanations regarding all of this. My old buddy Sonic, who was among those who usually protected me from the bullies, had previously told me I could ask Princess Sally for answers. That's how my friendship with Sally had started. I showed her that piece of paper, and she said I had social disabilities."
"What do you mean?" Lara-Le asked me again.
"That piece of paper was my diagnosis of Asperger's Syndrome," I answered. "She explained to me what it basically meant. Then it finally hit me. I finally understood why my mother had sent me to Knothole in the first place. My mother couldn't bear to handle the fact that her little boy had mental disabilities, and she wanted me dead. I also finally understood why the autism-related insults had affected me so much. And everything I had gone through made me completely lose my faith in any sort of god. Worse than that, I lost my faith in life. Everything was meaningless to me, and I concentrated on hating everyone and everything while locking myself in my hut, never wanting to come out."
That's when Lara-Le walked away from her chair and hugged me. "Tails... it's really hard for me to hear all this..." she said as she let me cry in her arms. In fact, she sounded like as if she was about to cry herself. "Hasn't anyone tried to help you through your hard times? Nothing?" she asked.
"Actually I did receive help from some friends," I responded. "Sonic, Amy, and Knuckles protected me like bodyguards. Rotor knew I was interested in machines and inventions, so he taught me a lot until I gained enough knowledge to be able to invent things on my own. But the one I was attached to the most was Sally. She took care of my injuries, read bedtime stories for me, made me food and drinks, and gave me shelter. If it wasn't for her, I'd be dead by suicide. Bunnie didn't make any contact with me due to Sally's request after noticing she had made me suffer. But ever since, I didn't ever want to leave Sally's side. She was everything to me. Even after Eggman was finally vanquished and we all returned to our homes, I didn't leave her side."
Then Lara-Le smiled, still hugging me. "I'm just glad you made it alive, darling. And you can basically say that Sally had saved your life, right?" she asked, and I nodded, smiling a bit. "Allow me to ask you this: how is your relationship with Sally today?"
"She's my girlfriend," I answered. "Well, one of them, to be honest."
"One of them?" Lara-Le asked in confusion.
"My other girlfriend is Nicole, they're both bisexual for me and each other," I answered.
"Have you had any sexual encounters with Sally at all?" Lara-Le asked me. OK, that was weird.
"Yes, we had sex a lot," I answered. "But Nicole used to be trapped inside an electronic device until I freed her two years ago. Since then, both Sally and I help her because she's having a hard time coping with her own limbs."
"That's indeed very graceful and grateful of you," Lara-Le smiled at me. "So tell me Tails, what happened when you returned home after Robotnik's execution?"
My smile faded away. "When I returned home, my mother pretended to greet me while failing to hide her shock and frustration once finding out I had made it back alive. The worse thing is that I noticed that my father had gone! I understood that he left because my mother had sent me to Knothole. Of course, that's when I stopped being on good terms with my mother. I even legally changed my actual name to Tails, just to put all that bullshit behind me. It's even on my ID card. But my mother insists calling me Miles, even though I keep telling her to cease this. I told myself, I guess I'll never believe in fucking everything, but my solace is I can handle everything. But I was wrong, there was worse to come."
"What was it?" Lara-Le asked, regaining her pessimism as I returned back to the couch.
"Well, Sally's father Max started staying here, thinking that filling the void of the man in the house was his job," I muttered. "He just bosses me around and shit, and if that wasn't enough, my mother forced Sally and Nicole out of my house after they'd come for a visit, because apparently having more than one girlfriend is worse than sodomizing."
"Oh my god... don't tell me that... no..." Lara-Le gasped.
"Yesterday was the worst," I cried. "In the Hanukah dinner, no food was served, she forced me to say the blessing, and my conscience wouldn't let me. So we just yelled at each other and I locked myself in my room without eating anything. So basically she decided to starve me. A few minutes later, it happened."
"Oh no..." Lara-Le sniffled.
"Yes," I sobbed back. "I heard this demonic voice speaking through a megaphone which said some Biblical quotes, so I got out of my room to see what it was. But then, as I was demanding explanations, my mother just stood there, staring at me with a slasher smile. Then she pinned me to my bed, and... and then she started raping me..."
"What!?" Lara-Le shouted in shock.
"I was helpless! She climbed on my dick and busted my bladder, telling me it was God's will to violate me!" I cried. "Fortunately I cummed outside because Max had pulled that bitch away from me just in time. That's when I shrank everything and stuffed everything into my bag, and just scrammed all the way to your place. I decided to completely put my mother out of my life. I'm going to live with Sally from now on and keep as much distance as I can from my mother."
Lara-Le looked at me sadly. "Now I understand why you have such hatred towards your mother and religion too. In all honesty, by far you are the hardest case I've faced. I'm really sorry you've gone through all this, you never hurt a fly and you don't deserve it. But think of this as a new beginning, now that you're going to live with Sally. Are you also hoping to find your father?"
"Hell yes I am, even though my mother is sure he's dead," I answered. "But just to make sure my damned mother doesn't try to annoy me with her bullshit again or interfere with my life, I just made a call to Dr. Finitevus to take my mother away to his place. Maybe that'll teach her not to rape her son."
"What did you say? Dr. Finitevus?" Lara-Le asked in surprise. Her eyes had taken a widened form, as if I said something that changed the picture completely for her. If I'm lucky, this isn't the case.
"Yes, Finitevus' nuthouse," I answered. "Hopefully he'll teach that harlot some manners. Her behavior is just the reason why there is no savior. All she wants to do is drag me down, and now all I wanna do is stamp her out."
Lara-Le then thought for a while, and I noticed she had taken out a gun for some odd reason. I can't help feeling that I might have messed up something. This gun starts giving me the creeps.
"I just figured out the problem," she suddenly said in the most nonchalant yet creepy tone imaginable. "Wanna know what's wrong?" she asked with a weird smile.
"What?" I asked, feeling a bit scared. Before I could think who or what, Lara-Le suddenly leaped onto the couch and landed right in front of my eyes. Her response made me feel I was gonna have a heart attack.
"You're fucking crazy! THAT'S what's wrong with you!"
"What did you say!?" I screamed in fear, trying to back away a bit.
"You monstrous fool! Once being a patient at Finitevus', you never return!" Lara-Le snapped. "He toys with all of his patients and makes them offerings to the devil! And you sent your mother there, yet you show no bit of remorse!? You need to be locked up, away from decent and normal people! And you, sir, are Mobius' answer to Allen Gregory!"
By the bass of Butler. Everything she told me, it was one huge façade. I can't believe that I could be deceived by those fake words of so-called wisdom she had spoken. All she cares about is the fact that I had allegedly sent my mother to allegedly become an alleged offering to some evil deity whose existence obviously has no place in our world. If this is how therapists work in our world, then I don't know where the hell I am. Even Patrick's story about the ugly barnacle never sounded so nonsensical like what Lara-Le had just said to me. I can't help but feel very sorry for Knuckles right now.
"I don't understand! I told you all about my traumatic atrocities I'd been forced to face all my life! Hearing about your experience and critical acclaim, I came here hoping you'd help me! I told you all my darkest secrets! And then you defend my mother and tell me I'm crazy!? What kind of a psychologist are you!?"
To make things even worse, this is the response I received. I couldn't expect much after that horrible act of hers.
"Psychologist!? Are you nuts!? I'm an echidna!"
And my father was both a fox and a pilot; I don't get the joke here. Is this her kind of humor? Referring to a physical labor in which an echidna can supposedly help you with? If that's her kind of humor, she's been acting too much like a therapist for her joke to be complete. Hell, if I'm Mobius' answer to Allen Gregory, then she's the answer to the hypocritical stench of Roger Waters.
"You crazy son of a bitch, now I'm gonna beat the living hell outta you!"
I stand corrected! The bitch starts beating me up extremely brutally, not sparing any effort on trying to make my face distorted. I guess Knuckles isn't the only one with overpowered strength in the family. I can't really tell if her attempts to beat me up are for the purpose of reminding me of the extreme pain and suffering I've had in Knothole, or if she's actually being earnest about this.
Either way I can't let her get away with this. I ain't the same scared kid I used to be. It's bad enough that I've been going through fucked up events in my life, so I don't need this crap on my head just to have this feeling that the entire fucking universe is turned against me.
Since all the bagels had been consumed, I finally attacked back by taking the empty bowl and breaking it on her head, which somehow managed to crack the bowl into pieces. No punches were spared on Lara-Le's formerly loving face.
"Security!"
Her scream of silence was the last thing her mouth had blabbered before I managed to break her teeth. Lara-Le tries to reach for the gun she had taken out earlier, only to find it in my hands during her futile attempts to get me off her. She even tried to stab me in the head with a Chaos Emerald, but I managed to knock it off her filthy hands just in time. And now, what else should I expect for other than another desperate scream calling for help?
"Security!"
Lara-Le was supposed to help me and she didn't, so why would the security help her? At this point I never cared about what Knuckles would say, I only cared about vengeance. Just to shut her up, I bash her ugly face with the gun approximately ten times before finally rendering her motionless. I couldn't help but keep panting while slowly turning my head towards two security guard echidnas who came in all of a sudden after I had heard the door opening.
"Look what you did, you little jerk!"
So has spouted one of the guards. He tried to reach for me, but the remaining adrenaline I had, considering I had tons of adrenaline left, caused me to act so impulsively that I literally bit his hand off and swallowed it ever so slowly, without chewing it.
"You monster!" the guard screamed.
"This isn't from this world!" said the other guard. What a doofus. However, it seems that this doofus came with a surprise element in the form of a long-ass rope which somehow found its way towards my neck. I tried to break free, but this fucking rope was something else!
"You call an ambulance while I take this kid to psychiatric hold!"
Zounds. They're coming to take me away, ha-ha. Fuck you Lara-Le, I can't look at your face anymore.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Author's note: Longest chapter yet? No wonder it took me so long. I originally planned to publish this chapter on my birthday (April 30), but university work and other circumstances have forced me to postpone it until now. Special thanks to Yamagata and Bugs Mc B wabbit for ideas and additional dialogue. Anyways, please review and stay tuned for more!