Yes, I know what you are thinking, that I am just plain lazy,
BUT I'M NOT SO FOR PETE SAKE GET OFF MY F***ING BACK! Ups, that shouldn't
be said at this point in time, but I've had a really bad day so shove it!
Anyone got a calm-down pill?
Fox just sat on the bunker as Slippy paced back and forward.
"Do you have any clue about your father?" Slippy asked turning to him.
"Well, he was a fox, orange, that's all I know," Fox replied shrugging his shoulders. It was odd, what did this have to do with anything with finding his father.
"Oh yeah, that's a lot to go on," Slippy said with as much sarcasms he could come up with. What was up with this guy? Didn't he know anything else about his father like his name or something? I mean, there had to be more than that! If he was going to help him, he needed way more information than that.
Fox just kicked his paws up and down. True, he had known his father, but only a little. But even thought he had lost some of his memory, in the fire he had gained most of it back, well, except the part about his family. When he tried to think about it, it made him angry or sad at once, it was hatred. He had never felt this way in over 1000 years. Did it feel good? No, not at all.
"Do you remember anything in general about, say, your family?" Slippy asked as he trotted to the bars of the cell to examine them. It was almost sun set; the perfect time to escape was coming.
"No, not at all. But, every time I try and think about them, I begin to feel hate. Is that at all normal?" Fox asked as he got off the bunk bed and made his way to Slippy.
"Why are you asking me? True, I had an adopted father, but what good dose that do? I had no real family so I can not answer that question," Slippy replied felling guilty at the moment. Why was he feeling guilty was beyond him, but maybe, it was a feeling that is much easier talked about the handled. Maybe it was a feeling of belonging; he had then realized that he never did fit in at any crowd until his "father" came.
But, why did this fox, in his position along time ago, act like there is nothing wrong? Maybe because he has a friend who loves him no matter what. As Slippy hooked up a bomb, he began to speak.
"You have a friend who cares a lot about you don't you?" he asked him.
"Well, three actually, I just met them, but it seems that I have know all of them since the dawn of time," Fox replied as he watched the toad carefully.
"You are lucky my friend, very lucky indeed to have such good friends," Slippy said on the verge of tears.
"You don't have any friends, do you?" Fox asked as he followed the toad to a corner of the room.
"You are right, I have none, and, I have told no one this, but it hurts me deeply," Slippy said as he felt as if he was talking to an old friend.
"Then, it's my turn to make a deal. If you take me into space sometime, I'll be your friend," Fox said to him with pitty.
"You can not make a deal on friend ship my good friend, that is something you have to learn," Slippy said smiling as he pushed the big red button that let off the bomb, it was time to escape.
General Scales made his way through the small town, dogging fast speeding cars and trucks.
'Where is that fur ball?! I've searched this whole incompetent city and have yet to find him!' he thought as he made his way onto the black surface where he was struck by a car. Before he knew it, all furs of shapes and sizes where around him, blocking his view from seeing Krystal making a mad dash towards the jail.
'Fox, I hope nothing bad has happened to you,' she thought as she turned and made her way to the building as she heard the explosion.
'No, Fox,' she thought as she picked up speed towards the smoking jail.
Ok, good yes? Oh yeah, I'm sorry about what I said earlier, this pain in my side is driving bananas! So, I hope you enjoyed it so reply!
Fox just sat on the bunker as Slippy paced back and forward.
"Do you have any clue about your father?" Slippy asked turning to him.
"Well, he was a fox, orange, that's all I know," Fox replied shrugging his shoulders. It was odd, what did this have to do with anything with finding his father.
"Oh yeah, that's a lot to go on," Slippy said with as much sarcasms he could come up with. What was up with this guy? Didn't he know anything else about his father like his name or something? I mean, there had to be more than that! If he was going to help him, he needed way more information than that.
Fox just kicked his paws up and down. True, he had known his father, but only a little. But even thought he had lost some of his memory, in the fire he had gained most of it back, well, except the part about his family. When he tried to think about it, it made him angry or sad at once, it was hatred. He had never felt this way in over 1000 years. Did it feel good? No, not at all.
"Do you remember anything in general about, say, your family?" Slippy asked as he trotted to the bars of the cell to examine them. It was almost sun set; the perfect time to escape was coming.
"No, not at all. But, every time I try and think about them, I begin to feel hate. Is that at all normal?" Fox asked as he got off the bunk bed and made his way to Slippy.
"Why are you asking me? True, I had an adopted father, but what good dose that do? I had no real family so I can not answer that question," Slippy replied felling guilty at the moment. Why was he feeling guilty was beyond him, but maybe, it was a feeling that is much easier talked about the handled. Maybe it was a feeling of belonging; he had then realized that he never did fit in at any crowd until his "father" came.
But, why did this fox, in his position along time ago, act like there is nothing wrong? Maybe because he has a friend who loves him no matter what. As Slippy hooked up a bomb, he began to speak.
"You have a friend who cares a lot about you don't you?" he asked him.
"Well, three actually, I just met them, but it seems that I have know all of them since the dawn of time," Fox replied as he watched the toad carefully.
"You are lucky my friend, very lucky indeed to have such good friends," Slippy said on the verge of tears.
"You don't have any friends, do you?" Fox asked as he followed the toad to a corner of the room.
"You are right, I have none, and, I have told no one this, but it hurts me deeply," Slippy said as he felt as if he was talking to an old friend.
"Then, it's my turn to make a deal. If you take me into space sometime, I'll be your friend," Fox said to him with pitty.
"You can not make a deal on friend ship my good friend, that is something you have to learn," Slippy said smiling as he pushed the big red button that let off the bomb, it was time to escape.
General Scales made his way through the small town, dogging fast speeding cars and trucks.
'Where is that fur ball?! I've searched this whole incompetent city and have yet to find him!' he thought as he made his way onto the black surface where he was struck by a car. Before he knew it, all furs of shapes and sizes where around him, blocking his view from seeing Krystal making a mad dash towards the jail.
'Fox, I hope nothing bad has happened to you,' she thought as she turned and made her way to the building as she heard the explosion.
'No, Fox,' she thought as she picked up speed towards the smoking jail.
Ok, good yes? Oh yeah, I'm sorry about what I said earlier, this pain in my side is driving bananas! So, I hope you enjoyed it so reply!