Author's Note: It seems anything lacking fancharacters doesn't get attention. Ah well. XD This might be slow, or I might make things happen fast. You can never tell with me.
Blood Is Thicker Chapter 2
Oil covered the floor, as well as odd ends of metal, and small pieces of wire. It was quiet again. The greenish aura off the metal walls bothered Eggman's eyes, and he was squinting slightly. The round light above his work area caused glints of light to bounce off Metal Sonic's cobalt blue metalic exterior. A weary sigh broke the silence. Several more hours of work had replaced Metal Sonic's weak arms with the stronger ones of Silver Sonic, and the metal had been plated over twice, partially with new material, partially with the metal off of Silver Sonic's front.
Eggman kept a straight face and activated the machine. Metal Sonic's eyes turned on for the first time in months. A thin smile slowly made its way over Eggman's tired features, his lack of sleep causing him to look all the more insane. "Welcome back, Metal Sonic..."
However, there was no such time for playing around. He took the robot, and placed him back inside a capsule to recharge. Metal Sonic's red eyes glowed through the tinted glass... God, that robot was incredible. Its features weren't so fine anymore, however, the strength it had was easily increased dramatically by the new replacement parts and additions to its body. This robot... could possibly mean.. the end of Sonic.
A mile or two away, bothered by the later morning or possibly early afternoon sunshine, Tails awoke from his rest. He stretched and sat up with a yawn, shooting a small glance out the window. He dragged himself out of bed, slipped into his sneakers and wanlked back into the workshop. Tools were scattered the area around Cyclone MK II, and Tails recalled his silent promise to himself to clean that all up once he'd gotten a decent bit of sleep.
With a small sigh, he bent down and began picking up the scattered tools and placing them in the metal tool box, staying quiet. "What a job," he muttered. "You'd think I'd be a little more tidy with my stuff here..!" Afew a minute or two, there were no other tools to be put away, and Tails proceeded to cleaning up mechine oil, which was all over the place.
A firm knock sounded and Tails turned to look in the direction of the door. "Come in!" he called. Sonic's gloved hand pushed the door open and the blue hedgehog smiled.
"Hey Tails! What's up, little buddy?"
Tails smiled a moment, then went back to cleaning up the oil. "Oh, not alot. Just cleaning up the workshop now since I was too tired to do it earlier... ehe..."
Sonic frowned slightly. "Lil' bro, don't tell me you pulled another all-nighter..." His voice sounded tinged in disappointment, and he looked at Tails, expectant of an answer. Tails didn't look up. "...I suppose you could call it that..." He reached up and itched part of his forehead with his thumb, then picked up the rag, now covered in oil, and tossed it onto a nearby worktable.
"Tails, you honestly get me worried sometimes."
Tails' eyes were locked on the floor, as he felt very uneasy for some reason. "I- I'm sorry, Sonic... I just get these good model ideas every once in awhile and I just kinda... go non-stop until I'm finished alot..." He sighed and Sonic crossed his arms. "Be a little more careful 'kay?" He walked closer to Tails and tilted his head up, smiling at him. "..Cuz I worry about my little buddy." He messed Tails' hair.
"..anyway," he continued, his tone its regular cheeky-ish self, "have you seen the knucklehead around lately?"
Tails shook his head. "Nope! Last time I saw him was when you and I took the Tornado 2 up to Angel Island a week or two back..."
"Huh..." Sonic looked thoughtful. "Well thanks anyway, Tails. Have fun with your... machine thingy." He smiled and turned to go.
"Wait, Sonic!" Tails cried. "If you come back later we could go up to Angel Island if you like. I can get the Tornado 2 all set..." He gestured toward it.
"That's be cool," Sonic replied. "See yah then."
Amy Rose was having a dreadfully boring day. A bunch of nothing was going on, when what she wanted was to spend an afternoon with Sonic. She was, after all, his self-appointed girlfriend. She walked through town, twirling her hammer in hand. The sky was getting dark from clouds.
"Great. Nothing like a nice thunder storm to get me soaking wet on my way home," she grumbled sarcastically.
A clap of thunder sounded, and Amy groaned. In afew moments light rain started to fall, rapidly increasing to a heavy downpour. Annoyed beyond belief, the pink hedgehog stormed back to her apartment, completely soaked. She tossed her Piko Piko hammer down on the couch, and went to dry herself off. Then she remembered what she had gone out to do in the first place: Look for Sonic.
"Argggggg..." she growled, and picked up her hammer, dragging herself back outside. Today was ANYTHING but good.
The rain poured loudly down on the pavement, and Amy (this time with an umbrella) went out to look for her love. Sonic HATED water, yet he somehow seemed to like the rain. No one was out; this was a rainy Sunday...
She sighed loudy. "I wonder where Sonic is...?" The roads were empty on this part of town, and it was definatly dark for an afternoon...
Metal Sonic stood staring silently, his first time in over a month to be out of Eggman's base. Now water-proof, the robot stood silently, the rain making an audible sound as it bounced off his metal exterior....
Blood Is Thicker Chapter 2
Oil covered the floor, as well as odd ends of metal, and small pieces of wire. It was quiet again. The greenish aura off the metal walls bothered Eggman's eyes, and he was squinting slightly. The round light above his work area caused glints of light to bounce off Metal Sonic's cobalt blue metalic exterior. A weary sigh broke the silence. Several more hours of work had replaced Metal Sonic's weak arms with the stronger ones of Silver Sonic, and the metal had been plated over twice, partially with new material, partially with the metal off of Silver Sonic's front.
Eggman kept a straight face and activated the machine. Metal Sonic's eyes turned on for the first time in months. A thin smile slowly made its way over Eggman's tired features, his lack of sleep causing him to look all the more insane. "Welcome back, Metal Sonic..."
However, there was no such time for playing around. He took the robot, and placed him back inside a capsule to recharge. Metal Sonic's red eyes glowed through the tinted glass... God, that robot was incredible. Its features weren't so fine anymore, however, the strength it had was easily increased dramatically by the new replacement parts and additions to its body. This robot... could possibly mean.. the end of Sonic.
A mile or two away, bothered by the later morning or possibly early afternoon sunshine, Tails awoke from his rest. He stretched and sat up with a yawn, shooting a small glance out the window. He dragged himself out of bed, slipped into his sneakers and wanlked back into the workshop. Tools were scattered the area around Cyclone MK II, and Tails recalled his silent promise to himself to clean that all up once he'd gotten a decent bit of sleep.
With a small sigh, he bent down and began picking up the scattered tools and placing them in the metal tool box, staying quiet. "What a job," he muttered. "You'd think I'd be a little more tidy with my stuff here..!" Afew a minute or two, there were no other tools to be put away, and Tails proceeded to cleaning up mechine oil, which was all over the place.
A firm knock sounded and Tails turned to look in the direction of the door. "Come in!" he called. Sonic's gloved hand pushed the door open and the blue hedgehog smiled.
"Hey Tails! What's up, little buddy?"
Tails smiled a moment, then went back to cleaning up the oil. "Oh, not alot. Just cleaning up the workshop now since I was too tired to do it earlier... ehe..."
Sonic frowned slightly. "Lil' bro, don't tell me you pulled another all-nighter..." His voice sounded tinged in disappointment, and he looked at Tails, expectant of an answer. Tails didn't look up. "...I suppose you could call it that..." He reached up and itched part of his forehead with his thumb, then picked up the rag, now covered in oil, and tossed it onto a nearby worktable.
"Tails, you honestly get me worried sometimes."
Tails' eyes were locked on the floor, as he felt very uneasy for some reason. "I- I'm sorry, Sonic... I just get these good model ideas every once in awhile and I just kinda... go non-stop until I'm finished alot..." He sighed and Sonic crossed his arms. "Be a little more careful 'kay?" He walked closer to Tails and tilted his head up, smiling at him. "..Cuz I worry about my little buddy." He messed Tails' hair.
"..anyway," he continued, his tone its regular cheeky-ish self, "have you seen the knucklehead around lately?"
Tails shook his head. "Nope! Last time I saw him was when you and I took the Tornado 2 up to Angel Island a week or two back..."
"Huh..." Sonic looked thoughtful. "Well thanks anyway, Tails. Have fun with your... machine thingy." He smiled and turned to go.
"Wait, Sonic!" Tails cried. "If you come back later we could go up to Angel Island if you like. I can get the Tornado 2 all set..." He gestured toward it.
"That's be cool," Sonic replied. "See yah then."
Amy Rose was having a dreadfully boring day. A bunch of nothing was going on, when what she wanted was to spend an afternoon with Sonic. She was, after all, his self-appointed girlfriend. She walked through town, twirling her hammer in hand. The sky was getting dark from clouds.
"Great. Nothing like a nice thunder storm to get me soaking wet on my way home," she grumbled sarcastically.
A clap of thunder sounded, and Amy groaned. In afew moments light rain started to fall, rapidly increasing to a heavy downpour. Annoyed beyond belief, the pink hedgehog stormed back to her apartment, completely soaked. She tossed her Piko Piko hammer down on the couch, and went to dry herself off. Then she remembered what she had gone out to do in the first place: Look for Sonic.
"Argggggg..." she growled, and picked up her hammer, dragging herself back outside. Today was ANYTHING but good.
The rain poured loudly down on the pavement, and Amy (this time with an umbrella) went out to look for her love. Sonic HATED water, yet he somehow seemed to like the rain. No one was out; this was a rainy Sunday...
She sighed loudy. "I wonder where Sonic is...?" The roads were empty on this part of town, and it was definatly dark for an afternoon...
Metal Sonic stood staring silently, his first time in over a month to be out of Eggman's base. Now water-proof, the robot stood silently, the rain making an audible sound as it bounced off his metal exterior....