Author's note: Sorry it's been so long since I did something on this site. Here's another fresh new story for you!
Remember when reviewing: Same as all the other stories. If you think it's good, say it's good. If you think it's bad, say it's bad. If you think mutant bananas are invading your town... I can't help you there.
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Prologue
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Dr. Eggman cackled as he relaxed on his chair. He had captured Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Cream, and even Shadow and Rouge. There seemed to be no hope for them.
All seven of the captives were in cages designed to protect against high-strength punches, kicks, fire, Spin-Dashes, hammer blows... heck, those cages were practically impenetrable.
"If I just had a Chaos Emerald," Shadow muttered, "I could Chaos Control all of us to safety."
"Sonic," Amy said, ever worried about her boyfriend, "will we be okay?"
"I'm not sure we will, Amy," Tails responded. "Dr. Eggman has awful plans for us. He plans to... well, even I don't know that."
It wouldn't have mattered much. Dr. Eggman walked in and explained everything.
"What do I plan to do? I'll tell you. I'm going to vacuum your spirits right out of you, leaving your bodies lifeless, and trap them in the Chaos Emeralds, which I will scatter all over the island. Then, nothing will stop me from taking over the world!"
"I hate a guy whose ego is larger than his IQ," Rouge commented, as if the insult didn't apply to her as well.
"Well, he's right," Cream interjected. "What are we supposed to do to stop him?"
Sonic agreed. "I hate to admit it, but Dr. Egghead might be the one who wins this time." (Eggman got really steamed when he heard that one.)
Knuckles silenced everyone. "Leave it to me. I can link with the Master Emerald and use it to summon an alternate offensive from another world to the island. Don't worry, it works wonders."
With that, Knuckles bowed in prayer. Sonic, Tails, Amy, Cream, Shadow, and Rouge followed suit. Dr. Eggman snickered at their little last-minute attempt to save themselves. Little did he know that this last-minute attempt wasn't as futile as he thought.
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Well, it's only a prologue. What did you expect, a 10-page essay?