A/N: Wellll, that was interesting! I hadn't expected such a response to that previous chapter, and a mixed response, too. Since so many people seemed to like it, I'm weighing the idea of a second part . . . but it did also rub a few people the wrong way, so I'm only weighing the idea for now. If you feel strongly about it either way, please let me know!
Disclaimer: I don't own Sonic and Co.!
Also, this one will assume that you all know the premise of "Sonic Generations." You know, with the little Classic Tails and the little mute Classic Sonic running around?
Filming "Sonic Generations" wasn't easy. Pretty much every last one of Sonic's friends was involved in the game somehow, so squabbles were frequent. Usually only a few people had to be on-set at any given point in time, but the others were usually lurking around somewhere anyway. They never could tell when the director would give up on one cutscene and try filming another.
The real nightmare, though, was the crowd scenes. Filming the birthday party was like pulling teeth. From fifteen people at once. With a rusty excavator.
At length the director threw up his hands as usual. After thirty-seven takes, Amy still hadn't managed to knock Knuckles into that tree right. Luckily for Knuckles, the tree was made of soft foam, but he was still getting grumpy.
"Look, that's enough!" sighed the director. "Everybody take a lunch break, all right?"
Several relieved sighs from various quarters. Sonic and his little Classic self settled down to share a lunch of chili dogs, apples, and juice, while Silver and both Tailses bartered their lunch items back and forth.
"Man, I've had enough," groaned Knuckles, munching on a leek bun. "If I get smacked into that tree one more time . . . "
"Sorry, Knuckles," said Amy contritely. "It's so hard to make it look accidental and still aim right! Does it hurt?"
"Nahhhh," scoffed Knuckles, puffing up his chest. "I'm too tough to let something like that bother me."
"Then you won't mind a few more takes," remarked Rouge sardonically from nearby. Knuckles stifled a groan.
"Hey, don't complain, Knux," said Sonic. "Think what I had to go through. Fifty-four takes just to catch that stupid chili dog out of midair! I lost count of how many times I got hit in the head instead."
"Twenty-nine," said Knuckles instantly.
"Thaaaaanks, Knucklehead. That was info I really needed to know."
The others chuckled. Rouge glanced at Silver and the two Tailses.
"Are you three just going to trade stuff all through lunch break?"
"Yup!" chorused all three Mobians.
"I'll trade two cookies for your granola bar!" piped up Classic Tails. Silver shook his head.
"Make it three, and I'll consider the offer."
Meanwhile, Sonic polished off another chili dog and glanced over to where Shadow was eating his lunch. As usual, Shadow had found a rock to sit on, far away from everyone else. He was quietly downing a sandwich, while a soda bottle and cupcake sat next to him. Sonic twitched one ear and glanced at his Classic counterpart.
Moments later, Shadow looked up idly as a slight breeze passed him. Glancing around, he realized his cupcake had miraculously vanished. He sighed, put down his sandwich, and strode over to Sonic.
"Give it back, Faker," he ordered.
"Mmph," replied Sonic, chewing. "Not sure you want it by this point, Shads."
Shadow gave him a warning look, but declined to get into a full-scale row over a cupcake.
"I'll take the apple as compensation," he said, commandeering Classic Sonic's apple and returning to his lunch.
Seconds later another breeze blew by him, and his soda disappeared. Gritting his teeth to maintain his patience, he blinked into high-speed mode himself and swiped the soda back. Grinning, Classic Sonic shot out again to snatch the sandwich right out of Shadow's hands.
"I love when this happens," said Tails blissfully (the Modern one). Silver and Classic Tails gave him puzzled looks.
Meanwhile, having thoroughly lost his temper, Shadow swiped the remainder of the two Sonics' chili dogs. This was a transgression not to be forgiven; the two Sonics flew into a fury and jumped Shadow simultaneously. Shadow calmly hoisted little Classic Sonic up by the scruff of the neck.
"Hmm." He surveyed the flailing little hedgehog grimly, then glanced at the usual Sonic. "I wonder what would happen to Modern Sonic if I got rid of the Classic one."
"Don't you dare!" barked Sonic. "You're gonna have to get through me if you wanna hurt . . . uh . . . me!"
"I'm willing to try," smirked Shadow, dropping Classic Sonic unceremoniously to the ground and throwing himself at Modern Sonic. Shaking his little fists angrily, Classic Sonic entered into the fray, though it was unclear whether he was doing more good or causing more trouble.
The others watched resignedly as three vaguely hedgehog-shaped blurs chased each other around the set, spindashing into each other occasionally.
"Think they'll be okay?" asked Rouge.
"I doubt they'll attempt serious injury," shrugged Blaze.
Meanwhile, Modern Tails gathered up the three hedgehogs' abandoned lunches and redistributed them among himself, Silver, and Classic Tails.
"You sure they won't mind?" asked Classic Tails, popping open Shadow's soda.
"Nahhh," said Tails cheerfully. "Once they're done, they'll have forgotten they were even eating lunch."
