Disclaimer: Same as last time. Knuckles, Tails, and all other characters, places, and indices are copyright to Nintendo and used without permission. Don't sue. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Notes: Ugh, same as last time. None of you read these, anyway.
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Darkest Reality: Part 2
"Never complain about growing older because so many never get the chance."
--Unknown
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"He's dead! He's dead, Knuckles! And it's all my fault!" Tails cried in anguish as Knuckles still held him by the shoulders. The young boy was crying even harder now, making his words bleed together into incoherent cries.
Finally, the boy seemed to calm down a bit and lay his head down on the guardian's chest, sobbing softly. Knuckles jumped a bit, not sure of how to deal with a crying kid, but decided that he better get used to it.
It was going to be a long night.
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Lara-Le jumped at the sound of a knock on her door. Who on Mobius would be here at 3 a.m.?
Sighing, she walked over to her door and looked through the peephole. Her eyes widened and she opened it up quickly.
"Knuckles? What on Mobius are you doing here? And who's that?" she inquired of her son, who was cradling a sleeping fox in his arms.
Knuckles looked up at her, trying to catch his breath from carrying Tails all the way to Echidnapolis after the kit passed out from emotional exhaustion. Without saying a word, he carried his friend over to the couch and laid him down on it.
"He's a friend of mine and I found him in the jungle and he's only eleven-years-old and he lives on the mainland and he was all alone and crying and . . ." the guardian said, not caring that he was rambling.
Lara looked at Knuckles and then at the boy. She gasped when she saw his blood-soaked gloves. "Oh, Knuckles, he's hurt!"
"No Mom. The blood's not his..."
"Then whose?"
"I'll explain later. I have to go do something. When he wakes up, tell him you're my mom and that I'll be back in a little bit. Don't let him leave!" Knuckles said before walking out of the apartment without another word.
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Knuckles flew as fast as he could towards Knothole Village. Poor Tails had passed out while telling his story earlier, but he had said enough to scare the hell out of the young echidna.
The boy had been describing his-or, more accurately, Sonic's-attacker. He said it was 'a big echidna in a blue and gold costume with really long dreadlocks that could shoot energy out of hands.' He said that Sonic had died pushing him out of the way of an energy blast that was intended for him. And he said that when the monster had killed the hedgehog, he laughed.
It fit Enerjak perfectly.
It made no sense, but it couldn't possibly be anyone else. The boy shuddered, but the fact that his great-uncle was back wasn't what truly scared him.
What truly scared him was the fact that Tails said he was accompanied by Robotnik's Shadow Bots.
And that he was in Knothole.
To be continued . . .
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Author's Notes: I have decided to split this fanfic into short parts so you won't have to wait 6 months for me to write again. I'm not exaggerating, either. *sweatdrops*
If you have an objection, email me.
The next part I'm hoping to have out this weekend or a little later. If I take too long, feel free to tell me about it. ;-)
Author's Notes: Ugh, same as last time. None of you read these, anyway.
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Darkest Reality: Part 2
"Never complain about growing older because so many never get the chance."
--Unknown
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"He's dead! He's dead, Knuckles! And it's all my fault!" Tails cried in anguish as Knuckles still held him by the shoulders. The young boy was crying even harder now, making his words bleed together into incoherent cries.
Finally, the boy seemed to calm down a bit and lay his head down on the guardian's chest, sobbing softly. Knuckles jumped a bit, not sure of how to deal with a crying kid, but decided that he better get used to it.
It was going to be a long night.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Lara-Le jumped at the sound of a knock on her door. Who on Mobius would be here at 3 a.m.?
Sighing, she walked over to her door and looked through the peephole. Her eyes widened and she opened it up quickly.
"Knuckles? What on Mobius are you doing here? And who's that?" she inquired of her son, who was cradling a sleeping fox in his arms.
Knuckles looked up at her, trying to catch his breath from carrying Tails all the way to Echidnapolis after the kit passed out from emotional exhaustion. Without saying a word, he carried his friend over to the couch and laid him down on it.
"He's a friend of mine and I found him in the jungle and he's only eleven-years-old and he lives on the mainland and he was all alone and crying and . . ." the guardian said, not caring that he was rambling.
Lara looked at Knuckles and then at the boy. She gasped when she saw his blood-soaked gloves. "Oh, Knuckles, he's hurt!"
"No Mom. The blood's not his..."
"Then whose?"
"I'll explain later. I have to go do something. When he wakes up, tell him you're my mom and that I'll be back in a little bit. Don't let him leave!" Knuckles said before walking out of the apartment without another word.
* * * * * * * * * *
Knuckles flew as fast as he could towards Knothole Village. Poor Tails had passed out while telling his story earlier, but he had said enough to scare the hell out of the young echidna.
The boy had been describing his-or, more accurately, Sonic's-attacker. He said it was 'a big echidna in a blue and gold costume with really long dreadlocks that could shoot energy out of hands.' He said that Sonic had died pushing him out of the way of an energy blast that was intended for him. And he said that when the monster had killed the hedgehog, he laughed.
It fit Enerjak perfectly.
It made no sense, but it couldn't possibly be anyone else. The boy shuddered, but the fact that his great-uncle was back wasn't what truly scared him.
What truly scared him was the fact that Tails said he was accompanied by Robotnik's Shadow Bots.
And that he was in Knothole.
To be continued . . .
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Author's Notes: I have decided to split this fanfic into short parts so you won't have to wait 6 months for me to write again. I'm not exaggerating, either. *sweatdrops*
If you have an objection, email me.
The next part I'm hoping to have out this weekend or a little later. If I take too long, feel free to tell me about it. ;-)
