Ch.8 It's All In the Mix

"Hey, Sonic," I said

"What's up, Knux?" he replied.

"I'm gonna go to a bar tonight, wanna come?" I asked.

"Can't. Legal stuff. The government still thinks that I was Shadow," Sonic answered.

"That sucks. Oh well, see you later, Sonic."

"See ya, Knux."

When I walked out of the gym, it wasn't quite dark yet, so I decided to fly around town for a while.

After about half an hour, I saw a black figure running from some GUN teams. He was holding something blue and was running awfully fast for a regular person. "Did Sonic blow off a night at the bar just to rob a bank?" I thought. "Nah. But if he did I'm gonna beat the shit out of him." So I dropped down where the figure was sure to pass by and waited. Soon enough he burst out of the alleyway, and I pulled him to the side.

"Sonic, were gonna have a long talk about this." Then I grabbed his arm and took him to my apartment.

"Just what the fuck are you trying to pull, huh?!" I yelled at him.

"Why does everyone in this fucking town think I'm Sonic?" he asked.

"Whoa, wait a minute, back up," I said, "you're saying that you're not Sonic?"

"Duh."

"Holy shit you're alive?! Shadow?!"

"You know me?"

"Duh! You saved the whole fucking world, Shadow! I should know! I was there! Don't you remember?"

"No," Shadow replied.

"Excuse me, Knux," Omochao said, "but Shadow has amnesia."

"That sucks. Well, I'm sorry about that, Shadow. I'm Knuckles."

"It's all right. My memory is coming back. Pieces of it, anyway."

"Ok," I said, "since you're still alive, why don't I give you a tour of Town Square?"

"Sounds cool," Shadow replied.

"Great. And Omochao, you can't go along."

"Why?" Omo asked.

"I have my reasons. Now get your metal ass outta here."

"Nah," Shadow said, "he can come along. He saved my ass. If he didn't find me, I'd be behind bars."

"Fine," I said, "let's go"

We went around town until it was dark and then headed over to the Piña Colada Karaoke Bar and submitted in a contest they were having. We were all singing a different song.

"Hey, Shadow, Omo," I said, "you do know that you're competing against a master rapper, right?"

"Duh," Omo answered.

"So what? You've never heard me," Shadow replied.

"Next contestant Shadow the Hedgehog!"

"Okay guys, it's time you heard some real music!" Shadow shouted to the crowd as he picked up an electric guitar and began playing Droppin' Plates, by Disturbed.