"And then, as the door closed behind him, he slumped in relief. Finally, he knew he was safe..."
Rouge's voice echoed off the walls of the Brood Cave, her words punctuated with the sound of drops of water loosening their holds on the stalactites and plopping to the stones below. She grinned from ear to ear, looking back and forth between Omega's built-in poker face to Shadow's thinly-veiled look of disdain for everything around him.
"Then, he heard a scratching sound, like a knife cutting through wood. It started slowly, y, like a test to see if he would notice... Then it picked up speed, getting faster and faster and faster, frantic, desperate, closer and closer until he could hear something scraping at the door! So he jumped away, falling to the ground as the door was ripped off its hinges, showing the sharp claws and long fangs of..." She paused for dramatic effect. "...the werehog!"
"Pfft," Shadow dismissed, rolling his eyes. "Is that the best you got?"
"Well excuse me!" Rouge crossed her arms, pouting. "Sorry for wanting to deliver a twist on an old classic!"
"By making it a werehog?" Shadow asked, crossing his own arms in tandem. "How does that make any difference?"
"Well it's not like your going to get any more scared of the old wolf lady in the village!"
"CORRECT. SHE IS ALREADY FRIGHTENING ENOUGH AS IT IS. ADDITIONALLY, SHADOW HAS EXCEPTIONALLY LONG TEETH. LIKELIHOOD OF BEING A WEREHOG: 99%."
Shadow glared at Omega, unsure if the robot was making a joke or being serious, and unwittingly giving Rouge an opening to get up in his personal space to stare at his mouth. "He's right... You've got some fangs there!" She ducked underneath Shadow's attempt to strike her away, her grin making a comeback. "Is there something you're not telling us, Sir Munchalot?"
Shadow rose to his feet, a snarl on his face. "Trust me, I'm much scarier than a werehog could ever be," he threatened, before slinking over to the other side of the grotto to glare at the wall.
Rouge and Omega glanced at each other and shrugged.
"Time for a segue?"
"AFFIRMATIVE. GENERATING SEGUE... COMPLETE. QUERY: IF SHADOW IS NOT A WEREHOG, WHO WOULD BE ONE?"
On the other side of the island, Sonic stopped in his tracks and sneezed, causing Tails to startle. "Huh," he mumbled as he wiped at his nose. "Must be allergies or something. All right buddy, let's go stop Sticks before she tries to set another trap for old Mrs. Vandersnout."
"I keep trying to tell her that werewolves aren't real, but she just won't listen to me!" Tails complained as they kept walking along. "And now all my silverware is missing! I'm sure she took it for her trap!"
"Haha yeah. Right. Sticks sure did that. Down to the last spoon."
A fork slipped out from Sonic's scarf, and he hurriedly kicked some dirt over it and bolted back over before Tails could notice.
