Chapter 3
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Fox and Krystal came into 'the theater,' holding hands as Wolf, and Kyle were playing the zombie shooting game. Wolf was doing a lot better than Falco.
"You see, Falco," Kyle said, "you're supposed to shoot the zombies, not the hostages."
"Oh, shut it!" Falco replied.
He glanced over at Fox and Krystal.
"I see you're back." he said, "Did you have fun?"
"Yep." Fox said, as he and Krystal sat down.
During the game, it came to a point where Kyle's character was surrounded and Wolf had to save him. Wolf easily took out the two zombies closest to Kyle's character, allowing him to escape, and got a health powerup.
"Beautiful." Kyle said, "Now, who said you couldn't shoot?"
Wolf glanced over at Falco, who said, "Shut it!"
Fox looked up and shook his head.
"What am I gonna do with him?" he said to himself.
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Fox and Krystal went to Fox's room.
"So, where did you get these rings anyway?" Fox asked.
"My grandmother gave them to me." Krystal said, taking off her jacket, "She told me I should give one to someone that I truly cared for."
"And that someone happened to be me, right?"
"Well, you did save my life."
"And you returned the favor."
"Not quite yet." Krystal said in a seductive voice.
Getting the idea, Fox took off his jacket and scarf and got on his bed. Krystal kicked off her sandals and got on top of Fox, who began taking off his boots. Then, as she started to remove her shirt…
(Sorry, but I since this story's rated PG-13, I gotta cut it there.)
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Later, that night, Wolf came into Slippy's room, where he was building a device.
"What're you building?" he asked.
"Oh, hey Wolf." Slippy said, "This a tracking device. It'll stick to any surface and will track the subject's movement with a receiver. I've already made a prototype. Why don't you take it?"
Wolf picked up the tracer gun and receiver off the desk.
"Thanks." he said, "I could probably use this."
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Peppy walked through the hallway to his room, drinking from a bottle of water as he heard sounds coming from behind Fox's door. He walked up to it and listened.
"Ooh, Fox."
"Oh, Krystal."
"Oh, yes! Leave your face right there!"
Peppy grinned and shook his head.
"If his father were alive today…" he said to himself, continuing on his way.
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Fox woke up in bed later that night and looked at the clock on his nightstand. It was 10:45 pm. He looked to his side and saw Krystal fast asleep with her head on his chest.
"That sure was beautiful." he said.
Fox stroked her fur for a few seconds, thinking about the future that they might spend together. He then kissed her forehead and went back to sleep.
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Wolf, feeling tired, went to his room. Kyle was sitting on his bed, looking at the floor between his bare paws. He had a sad look on his face.
"You alright, Kyle?" Wolf asked.
Kyle looked up.
"Yeah. I was just thinking about my parents." he said, "I was only five years old when they were killed. Somehow, I can't shake the feeling that those gangsters were behind it."
He clenched his fist in anger.
"There's nothing more I'd like to do than to teach those scumbags a lesson."
"At least you had parents who loved you." Wolf said, "My parents… well, I don't want to talk about it. Let's just get some sleep."
"Yeah. Good idea." Kyle said, getting under the covers.
