Disclaimer: If I owned anything Sonic other than the few comics I have and the weird things I come up with; I'd make Robotnik go on a diet. Since, alas, the tub of lard has never heard of Jenny Craig, then I don't own all of the b.s. that I want to. So if you try to sue me for saying "Sonic is MINE" when I'm not, then you can choke on a fruitcake muffin and call it pasta-roni. Thank you, now on to your regularly scheduled author's note.

Author's Note: Yes, again, horrible goddess-be-damned torturous delay-of-doom. Again, I apologize. This time the crap-tastic (though true) reason is that I have no internet at home, and I am on summer vacation. -.-; Yes, this sucks, it's a bit of an inconvenience, but at least it allowed me to actually sit down and write more. This fic WILL be finished, or at least this first part in the looks-like-it-wants-to-be-a-trilogy, hopefully by this time next year. If I get lucky it'll be sooner. So yes, please bear with me and these chaos-be-damned delays-of-doom. Now without further ado; onto the reviews!

Shelby the Hedgehog- O.o;… Should I send 'Duck' (a.k.a. Quack) out to you?

Crystalstorm- -rolls eyes- Go figure that he'd like those insanity-inspired bombs. Then again, DD is Bean… and in this Sonic-verse he's a little bit crazy. o.o… -shudders- Sorry, horrid thought: Nightshade and DD in the same room. I think I'm going to have nightmares now… As for Knux…

Knuckles: -cuddled up to the emerald and purring- My precious…

Fira: …Yeeeeeeaaaaahhhh… I think I need to get him into therapy. Anyway, Shadow needed his chance to be a little bit crazy, especially since he normally runs as fast as he can in the other direction when lunacy pops up. He's probably beating his head against a wall again, now that I think about it. More out of being ashamed at himself for breaking down and being a bit of a loony for once, more than anything else.

Yami Kaiyoh: Breathe Yami, breathe! …Maybe I should just send Duck to both you and Shelby to make sure you're okay. Lol

Sonic Rose: Yay! I gots me a new reviewer! Happiness! n.n As I said in my pm to you, I've got a weird thing for the pairing of Espio and Mighty… which is why I threw it into this universe. Blah. About Sonic/True Blue… Well, he is sane, just very eccentric… and he has issues. LOTS of issues. How this part of the it-wants-to-be-a-trilogy will end: you have to just wait patiently and find out. –nod nod- And the ah… 'doing favors for money'…

True Blue: It was a survival thing! I didn't want to starve!

Fira: -gently shoves Blue into a closet- Unfortunately for poor old Blue, that was one of the things I had figured out about him when I first came up with him. I will give you a heads up on one thing: it's not in this chapter, but in one of the next ones, where he gets a bit more detailed about one of his nightmares. If that chapter (to be posted) doesn't make people want to hug True Blue and gut Majdrin in the most excruciating ways possible, I'd be surprised. Anyway, not giving away more than that. You'll just have to read it whenever I get it posted. Which will hopefully be soon.

T2: Looks like I'm up for this dumb final comment this time around, so here it is. C & C is always appreciated, because Fira's the review-hungry idjit he/she/it is-

Fira: -glares warningly-

T2: o.o; -Sopleaseleaveareviewandmakethecaushoghappysoitdoesn'tskinmealive! Readandenjoy, thank you!

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November 1 3224 A.W.

Oooo-kay… o.O; That was weird… Vec's been avoiding me all day. He woke up early, we're talking about four in the morning which is completely unheard-of when it comes to Vec, and the moment he first saw me he bolted. That's not what's weird. What's weird is that after I chased him down and forced him to tell me why he'd been avoiding me for about eight hours straight, he said that it was due to a yiffed up dream.

A yiffing dream. Now what could possibly be so warped that he'd run just because of a stupid dream? Ready for the weirdest part of all? The dream he had… Vec said that in his dream he kissed me and we were a couple. That's the weird part. Especially considering how insanely straight he is. I can kind of understand why he got weirded out by that. And yes, I am too. Because not only is the idea of me being with Vec wrong on so many levels, it'd be downright impossible. Defies logic. Translation: I'd be dead. So yeah… We're giving each other some space for a while. …I think he went to go hide with Red Wind, Rabbot, and a few others to, as he put it, 'de-gay' his mind.

…I'm kind of glad that he isn't like Red Wing or Fang. If they had a dream like that (and I'm sure they have), they'd just kind of go 'oh well, Blue's hot', and make their occasional comments…and they do. With Vec I can trust that he's going to run away from the idea like he would if he were being chased by a branding iron. Still… I'm kind of weirded out. Not like it'd be any different in levels of weirdness if it were Flare or Thorn; but it's Vec. Don't get me wrong, the guy's not freaky or anything, but Vec is Vec, and the thought of his weird dream makes me want to go bury myself in a hill.

…-.-; I have sex issues, okay? Now I'm shutting up before I embarrass myself further by babbling like an idjit.

November 2 3224 A.W.

Well we've officially reached 'The Day of the Dead' and orfs are still going nuts. Lupe scared the hell out of me earlier. If I were older I would've worried about having a heart attack. What she did… Goddess above I have no idea how she pulled it off, but Lupe hijacked a police helicopter and was hunting down 'bot patrols. I didn't even yiffing know that she knew how to fly one of those things.

As I was saying; she came swooping out of the sky at me, thus the whole 'scaring me spraint-less', and since I didn't see that it was her at first I had figured that I was just about dead. There's sort of an intercom on each of those helicopters, so she flipped it on and asked, "Hey True Blue, want a lift?" I think I nearly yiffing fainted. Come on! Who wouldn't freak after finding out that a friend of theirs had control of a machine that was normally used to hunt and attempt-to-kill them? …Yes, I know that sentence probably made no sense at all. I don't yiffing care.

So what'd I do? After freaking out at her for… five minutes? I climbed in there with her. Didn't really cause too much havoc aside from destroying the 'bot patrols, but it gave us both a good chance to take a decent look over Motropolis. From up in the air things were a lot more hectic than I thought. We're talking some parts of the city looked like war had broken out, others looked like some mass food-fight or paintballing session hit, and then there were the freakishly quiet places that weren't even touched. We're talking the high ritzy places, like where he hangs around. Only thing is, some of those places were still burnt from the spraint I did. It was weird seeing it from above. I kind of felt like the places Majdrin lived made some weird pattern that I couldn't quite figure out.

Not that I told Lupe any of that. She's a nice friend and ally, a good leader for her group and all, but there's no way in hell I'd trust even her to know my secret. I know Sabbat knows; but that's beside the yiffing point! The point is… -.-; Yiffing hell, I forgot what the point is. Wait- the point is that she doesn't need to yiffing know that! -nods- Besides, it's none of her business if I just started noticing some weird pattern that I can't really figure out when it comes to an echidna bastard that I want to kill.

…Am I stressed? No, not at all. T.T I'm shutting up now.

November 3 3224 A.W.

What do I want?

What do I do?

Do I want to die?

What am I trying to prove?

What is my yiffing problem?

….-.-; I'm losing my yipping mind. Why the hell I felt like writing a piece-of-spraint poem, I don't even know. Goddess above, somebody just shoot me already.

November 4 3224 A.W.

I can't get that weird pattern out of my head. I can't stop thinking about it. I've even been dreaming about it. Doesn't help any, because I can't figure it out, and I just got done with checking the info on Majdrin and then matching up his addresses with maps I found online. It's there, it's right in front of my yiffing face, and I can't figure it out. It's pissing me off. I would go to Sal or Shadow or somebody if I thought I could risk the chance of them finding out about all my spraint… but we already know what the chances of that are.

I'm getting to the point where I wish I could take the risk of them finding out. I'm smart enough to have kept myself alive this long, but to figure out the pattern I almost feel like I need the help of someone smarter. I've just got this annoying feeling that whatever pattern it is that Majdrin has his houses in, it's important. There are seven places total, and of course I've nuked at least two of those. I know exactly where a third one is, because I've been there (not saying why), and the other four are going to take some doing for me to really figure it out. Translation: I have to follow that bastard to those places without being seen or killing him.

Maybe I could just jump Cyrus one of these days, tie him up, and leave him on Majdrin's porch…? Nah. That'd be too cruel. To which one though, I have no idea. Maybe both. Whatever, they're both going to die eventually. Hell, with the personal vendetta Shadow has against Cyrus (and you can blame the norm phrasing on Red Wing this time), Shads would probably help me kill him. Apparently he's holding a grudge about the 'getting shot and nearly killed' thing, not that I can blame him. So that'll get one peep on my 'To Kill' list out of my hair. I'm not sure if I want Cyrus dead first or Majdrin. Doesn't really matter either way.

Now if I could just fig out what the damned shape of the pattern Majdrin's homes are in, I'd be good! -.-; Why can't my life ever be freakin' easy?

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II You know that saying,

II "Every time a bell rings an angel gets its wings"?

II Well for this fic it's,

II "Every time you leave a review, gets Majdrin closer to being killed by True Blue".

V Or you could just review and satisfy yourself with a Majdrin plushie to mutilate.