Friends were reunited or met for the first time, but the friendship
itself was still unbreakable between them. As Sonic and his friends stayed
at the Anderson household, planning attacks against Robotnik while munching
Mrs. Anderson's chocolate chip cookies, or watching Cody play Sonic
Adventure Battle 2 on Game Cube and munching Mrs. Anderson's chocolate chip
cookies, a look at another, not-so-healthy relationship will have to be
witnessed.
The office on the top floor of the building was silent. The lone figure, large in size, sat at his desk, watching a small tape on the flat screen of his computer. Near the end, he chanced to look up, to see a figure lounged in the chair in front of him.
The large man called out in alarm, jumping about a foot. "Shaun!" he called, obviously tense, "How many times have I told you not to sneak in here! Knock first!"
"Yo, fat man, 1: I didn't sneak in here, and 2: don't call me Shaun!" the boy replied.
"Of course," the large man replied, "but if you didn't sneak in here, how did you get in this office without my knowledge?"
"You're deaf?"
The man laughed to himself. "Shaun, I like you're attitude. Being your psychiatrist, I do specialize in recognizing good traits within people."
"But I was sent here to get rid of my attitude 'problem'. You sayin' you want me to keep it?"
"Of course! You can work for my other job then!"
"And why should I?"
Once again, the 'fat man' laughed. "Because you're just the type of person I want working for me!"
"And what do I get for it?"
The fat man smiled. "A good salary, people to beat up, and a lovely dame to keep. You up for it?"
"I have to see the 'dame' first."
The fat man nodded and held out his hand to his left. A door slid open, and a young female teenager stumbled out, falling to the ground due to her lack of balance and tied hands. She had soft red hair, a blue vest, and typical female teenage wear worn to make her look more adventurous and wild instead of just feminine. As she looked at the people in the room, she scowled and hissed, "If my hands were untied, Robotnik.!"
Robotnik laughed to himself. "Well, they aren't!" he smirked. "This is your prize," he then said to the young man, still slouched in his chair.
"Sure. Whatever. I'll take the stupid job," the youth replied. "I do hope you'll deliver her to my place, as we agreed?"
The youth didn't wait for Robotnik to answer. "Good. I'll be going then. You've got the number of my cell."
"Wait a minute, Shaun! We didn't agree-!"
"Listen, fat man, I'm leaving. And don't call me Shaun!"
He stopped at the door only to grab his skateboard. However, he did glare into Robotnik's face one last time. But the 'fat man' had his chance to speak first.
"If I can't call you Shaun, what should I call you?"
"Shadow."
The office on the top floor of the building was silent. The lone figure, large in size, sat at his desk, watching a small tape on the flat screen of his computer. Near the end, he chanced to look up, to see a figure lounged in the chair in front of him.
The large man called out in alarm, jumping about a foot. "Shaun!" he called, obviously tense, "How many times have I told you not to sneak in here! Knock first!"
"Yo, fat man, 1: I didn't sneak in here, and 2: don't call me Shaun!" the boy replied.
"Of course," the large man replied, "but if you didn't sneak in here, how did you get in this office without my knowledge?"
"You're deaf?"
The man laughed to himself. "Shaun, I like you're attitude. Being your psychiatrist, I do specialize in recognizing good traits within people."
"But I was sent here to get rid of my attitude 'problem'. You sayin' you want me to keep it?"
"Of course! You can work for my other job then!"
"And why should I?"
Once again, the 'fat man' laughed. "Because you're just the type of person I want working for me!"
"And what do I get for it?"
The fat man smiled. "A good salary, people to beat up, and a lovely dame to keep. You up for it?"
"I have to see the 'dame' first."
The fat man nodded and held out his hand to his left. A door slid open, and a young female teenager stumbled out, falling to the ground due to her lack of balance and tied hands. She had soft red hair, a blue vest, and typical female teenage wear worn to make her look more adventurous and wild instead of just feminine. As she looked at the people in the room, she scowled and hissed, "If my hands were untied, Robotnik.!"
Robotnik laughed to himself. "Well, they aren't!" he smirked. "This is your prize," he then said to the young man, still slouched in his chair.
"Sure. Whatever. I'll take the stupid job," the youth replied. "I do hope you'll deliver her to my place, as we agreed?"
The youth didn't wait for Robotnik to answer. "Good. I'll be going then. You've got the number of my cell."
"Wait a minute, Shaun! We didn't agree-!"
"Listen, fat man, I'm leaving. And don't call me Shaun!"
He stopped at the door only to grab his skateboard. However, he did glare into Robotnik's face one last time. But the 'fat man' had his chance to speak first.
"If I can't call you Shaun, what should I call you?"
"Shadow."