"Hey, you missed some spots, idiot."
"Hurry up; you still have to clean my room!"
"What's wrong, did you wake up today with two left feet?"
Sonic grit his teeth as he continued to scrub his – no their – "humble" home. In reality, it was an only "slightly" expensive cottage. His "father" seemed to be a very rich man. Not that it mattered; it wasn't as if he got to experience any of the wealth anyway. His self-centered "brothers," Shadow and Silver, got all of the cool stuff while Sonic had these old and dirty rags and hand-me-downs to wear.
'Splendid…'
A/N: Just a little thing that's been floating around in my head for a couple weeks. Just wanted to try it.