Dutifully note that I don't own Sonic and co. They belong to Sega. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.
A Normal Day, Not!
The sky is clear with a few white puffy clouds. The sun is just now reaching out towards the middle of the sky. Down below is a city of towering buildings from concrete and crick to glass and metal. Street lights and light signals line the streets as cars roar past the towering buildings of all sizes. Along the sidewalks are humans walking and running to their destination within the large maze of buildings. There is one human more unique than the rest with splashes of color among grey, black, and white suited men and women. The girl wore a long sleeved green shirt with a blue jean skirt and brown boots. That girl is me.
My name is Luna Maji. I live in Cincinnati, Ohio. Life…is usually pretty slow for me. On days like this, I normally tend to go sight-seeing. At the moment, I'm actually heading towards the Cincinnati aquarium which is almost right on one of the great lakes. (Specify Later) I bolted down the streets in a hurry, but paused as an explosion was heard nearby.
Boom!
The sound was deafening and frightened me to my core. Guess I won't make it today. Did I forget to mention that Cincinnati has attracted Sonic and his problems? Well, Sonic and his friends fight against Eggman here often.
I quickly take one look at the flying rubble coming down the building and quickly make my way to one of the large towering buildings nearby and crouch down. I catch a glimpse of blue before running down a street to my left. Not that anyone minded these random happenings, but I didn't like being in the middle of it, and unfortunately this happened to me often. I almost always wound up in the middle of things even if I tried to stay out of it. I ducked as some shots were redirected towards me.
I kept dodging the fighting as much as possible until finally it seemed like the fight was over. The fighting had ended in the part of town where there were buildings scheduled to be demolished. I peered around the corner in the hopes that no one would see me and saw Sonic hovering over Metal Sonic as he powered down. Then the Blue Blur left with Tails and Knuckles trailing behind him. I peered around real quick before bolting to where Metal Sonic laid.
His blue metal was filled with dents and dirt from the fight. Some metal and rubble was inside his arm and leg joints as well as his thruster located in his back. His optics were cracked and he was missing a hand. His blue and yellow paint were faded due to the scratches. The legs were mangled beyond repair. Some oil trailed from the back of his head and some faintly from his optics making him almost look like he was crying. It was strange.
I frowned at Metal Sonic's state. I felt really bad for him. He was only built to take down Sonic, or that was all that I actually knew about the situation. I sighed knowing what I was going to do and began to gather him and move Metal Sonic into a sitting position. If he stayed here, Metal Sonic would have no chance of ever getting repaired. I managed to place Metal Sonic on my back and began to walk through the alleyways of the city. I didn't notice when his optics briefly flashed on and off.
The alleys were devoid of people at this point in time. Most were filled with trashcans and smoke rose from some of the sewers. But if a person looked hard enough they would see the broken down robots from previous fights in the city. There were so many of them lined up along the sides of the alleys it was as if they belonged there in the city. I passed by the majority of the city before darting across the city street of Dawson Ave. There on the very edge leading to Vickson St. laid a small apartment like building that was about two stories. It actually had three when including the basement, but it seemed a pretty good place in hindsight.
I quickly unlocked the door and managed to get both me and Metal Sonic inside and somewhat clumsily get us both downstairs to the basement. I cleared as much space as I could in my currently crowded basement by moving my boxes around and gently set him down. I looked at Metal Sonic's broken down state and quickly began to take a look at his inner workings. It would take a lot of work, but I think I could get him functioning again like he used to. However, I would first have to get the parts to do so. Luckily I had a plan.
I quickly pet Metal Sonic's head and ran back upstairs to the living room. I rushed to grab my keys and almost slipped from rushing to the front door. I actually landed in a fairly weird position. My hand was on the door or at least my left was. My right had managed to grasp the coat hanger which would have precariously fell on me otherwise with my left foot going to hold a vase I knocked over with my right keeping me upright. Again really weird. I quickly tried to think my way out of this, but my hand slipped. And everything fell with me. "Ouch," I mutter under the things that fell from me. I slowly got up and set my coat hanger back up and grabbed my vase. "I'm so glad your plastic." I muttered under my breath while placing the vase back where it belonged. I got my shoes on and launched myself out the door while grabbing my keys to ensure I didn't lock myself out. I ran down the streets using my landmarks as I saw fit. An interesting thing about me is that I didn't really know any of the city by its street signs. Not like it mattered much at the moment in this day and age anyway.
I zipped past Maritzio's Pizza parlor, took a detour through the cat alley, zipped up the street past the Game Corner, and taking a left at the flower shop to the local mechanic shop next door. Well, more like I slammed into the store's door, but the point is that I made it. I unplastered myself from the door and opened it carefully while peering in. It was filled with the smell of polished metal, rusted gears, cleaning solutions that stripped paint, oil, and other mechanical smells. I breathed a deep sigh of relief. I wandered into the shop and browsed some of the items. Cogs, gears, nails, even pieces of discarded scrap metal. My brain already had a design in mind as I shifted my arms with my chosen items. At least till someone coughed, making me almost jump to the ceiling. My dropped items also landed on my left foot and made me hop like a bunny on one foot while I nursed my injured one. I turned to glare at the owner of the shop who was laughing heartily behind me.
He was a skinny old man even if that is all that indicated his age. He had a short scruffy grey beard, a very slight muscle tone in his upper body that showed through his blue short sleeved flannel shirt, and his short jeans also showed his rather shaped legs (really they only had a little muscle too, but they looked a tad firmer). He always wore a pair of shades around his neck and his black eyes twinkled with mischief like they did now. This is John Pawson the resident mechanic of the district I lived in and resident prankster. If you ever had an egged out house in the shape of Batman, a garden rearranged with the Spiderman symbol in mind, or a ton of anime movie posters on your door 5 inches thick, than John was the reason folks. Yessir, a prankster indeed.
I glared at the old man as I straightened up enough to kick him in the side gently. The old man quickly got up faster than I could blink with that twinkle of amusement as he cleared his throat to talk. "I see yer back already. Ain't got all ya need?" John asked me with a knowing smirk.
I rolled my eyes as I quickly picked up my chosen cargo. "No John, I got all I needed for the moment yesterday; but I just got another side project so I came to pick up a few more parts for it. You don't mind the extra business, do you?" I pouted at the old man with eyes that would make any toddler jealous for months. Really. Not kidding. My eyes are filled with just the right amount of liquid to make them teary but not full out crying, my lips quiver ever so slightly, my nose sniffles with just the barest hint of snot so it isn't messy, and my voice even hitched in the end in uncertainty. It really would have me getting death glares from kids for months.
John coughed a little from the display, and I mentally skipped in joy as he took pity on me and grabbed everything in my arms. "Evil," I think he muttered, but I didn't really care much as I skipped over to the next shelf. I grabbed a 'few' more items before returning to his desk. If I were to be honest, I think I had half his store on the desk, but it's not like I would ever admit that. Neither would John, though I think he was mentally gaping as his eyes grew a little big at the pile.
"Kid, are you even going to be able to carry it all home with ya?" John asked in concern as he loaded five bags of the heavy metal objects. A raised brow in disbelief with the other down so low that I think it almost bled into his eye. I was so jealous he could pull that look off still to this day.
"Yes, I am perfectly capable of carrying these to my house." I said proudly. John just gave me an expectant look mixed with a glare. I gave him the bird. Then I lifted the bags and walked out. I giggled as I saw his look of disbelief before the door shut behind me.
I paused at the door before swinging the bags experimentally already thinking of how I was going to just walk back home. Now that I actually held the bags for more than a few seconds, they were certainly leaving a mark in my hands. Then I smirked as the perfect idea came to me while watching a little girl swing her doll up and down in the air. I slowly walked while swinging my arms up and down methodically. I grinned as the method kept the pressure off my arms and the items stayed in the bags. Now to get home and fix Metal Sonic!