(This is the old legal stuff from the original copy, skip through this if you just want to read it once, it's only hear to make sure I don't get sued if I forget to say something. Here is the legal stuff. I don't own Sonic, but I do own Delta, Ephidel, and every other character you maybe not familiar with. The names for most of my characters I didn't get myself. Names like Ephidel, and Zephier came from Fire Emblem. I also don't own Pizza the Hut, or Matt Prower (he was created by a friend of mine). Also Bomber the fox is part mine, he was based on Bomberman, but I do own his personality and basic purpose. He's what I call a re-color for a reason, for he and Tails look alike and Bomber thinks Tails is his bro. Also I don't own the HIGE HIGE bandits or Link from Legend of Zelda and Dark World. Everything else I do own, any similarities is coinsedencial, unless it was something I forgot to say I don't own and if you think so ask me and I'll tell you.)
I don't own Sonic, don't own Mujoe of the HIGE HIGE bandits, or any of his crew. I don't own Pizza the Hut, and I'll just tell you the other characters I don't own as we go along. Most importantly, I don't own Mattimeo Prower, whom is owned by another person.
I'm hoping that this is my greatest fic yet. It has my best character idea's, a load of conspiracies and twists, and a few guest appearances from other vid game characters. If your not interested in long stories, you shouldn't get interested in Delta then. This story is going to be novel size when it's done. But either way, enjoy Delta!
Delta
Fog covers a cottage on a hill outside a small town. A small family made up of a wolf, ferret, and a fox stand around two graves. The parents are dead. A unnamed disease as separated the family. The remaining family walks back inside the cottage. The cottage was of Japanese design. The architects were from a family that was friends with the departed parents. The children begin to reminisce about their past.
The town was not influenced by the culture of Japan. You would think everyone was American. One respected fox family moved into the village not to long ago. A mother and father, a daughter and two sons. One of the sons stuck out from the rest of the family. He was a black fox instead of yellowish-orange. He also had two tails. He had sky blue eyes and three strands of black hair that touched his feet. The parents were friends with a white wolf from the artic and a brown ferret who's origin is unknown. They married and there separate children became brothers. The son of the female wolf was called Artico a white wolf male. The father ferret named his son Sly a brown male. The son of the fox family named their son Toketaro. The last name was Yamato. One day the Yamato's disappeared mysteriously one day when Toketaro was two. Else where at the same time another two tailed fox was born who was named Miles and eventually adopted the nickname Tails. The other family adopted young Toketaro. They knew Toketaro would get along fine with the other kids as they were the same age. They decided not to change Toketaro's last name in respect for the Yamato's.
Toketaro was very smart when he became four. He was starting to build machines and robots which were very sophisticated. The family decided to visit a fair one day where Toketaro fell in love. His love was both beautiful and powerful. It was fireworks. He began to become obsessed with bombs. He merged them with technology to invent bombs for pranks, both effective and safe. Toketaro was regularly illogical but he made sure his pranks were safe. Artico and Sly also became interested in pranks. Artico was very serene, just, and conscious. He made sure they played jokes that wouldn't get them into big trouble, which was hard since Sly was very dangerous. He was more like a badger. At age five Sly got two chao for pets. He named them Pillage and Plunder. At eight, Toketaro began to be called Bomber as a nickname. At that same age he built a suit of armor which held many bombs and missiles compacted in wristbands. The bombs would expand to full size (about the size of a basketball for bombs) when dispatched. The armor went down to his waste and was blue with a white upside down triangle in the middle. There were wings on the back. Not wing shaped though, they were more like sticks that stuck out at the top and bottom, four in all. Each had a blue strobe on the end. This was a special propulsion unit that made Bomber very fast. His speed surpassed Sonic the Hedgehog's. Even though it was effective in defense, speed, and offense, it's speed and flight capabilities only lasted as long as there was energy. The suit created energy from nitrogen in the very air and transferred it to oxygen. This was effective in re-charging the suit but it didn't have the ability to maintain it for very long. Sonic was still better so long as the race would take ten minutes, the limit of energy in the suit of Bomber's.
The family of Artico, Bomber, and Sly finish remembering there past. They were now an even-split twelve years old. They didn't act their age. They weren't interested in females yet. They were thieves. They stole to survive but only took what they needed. Bombers bombs were not only effective but cheap to make, including the ones which were dangerous and were meant for battle. They stole money, food, candle, spices, and cooking utensils. The bombs of Bomber were not made from gunpowder. Their recipe was his secret. He had fire bombs, little bombs which looked like candy (One of Bombers favorites), water bombs (The king of water balloons), wind bombs (a portable gust), and many other bombs. Bomber had blue wrist bands which held the bombs in a compact form. When Bomber held a bomb he could increase it's strength and size with the energy of his suit. He'd transfer energy from the suit to his bomb with his mind, a marvel in technology that suit. His most powerful and favorite bomb was a red bomb with a transparent shell. A small skull symbol on the side and a mysterious red liquid that was suspended in the middle of the bomb. The liquid would expand and contract. This was the Sacred Bomb.
"…Now that it's been a week," began Bomber. "How about we finally go on an adventure guys." The others looked at Bomber. They smiled. "And what exactly would we do on this adventure," said Artico. "Will it be a quest for something?" "I was thinking about looking for my family." "Me thinks that stupid stupid yes I do, yes yes" said Sly. Lets just travel and raid villages, start a cult of robbers." "I think it's a splendid idea to look for his family," said Artico. "Besides, we don't need to do anything unnecessary." "Yes we do, we need to conquer and ravish," replied Sly. Artico did his trade mark punishment, he took his index finger and middle finger and held them together. He then hit Sly over the head in this manner. They all referred to this discipline as a thwack. The only thing Bomber knew about his family was that they were friends with his foster parents and that they all were yellowish-orange. "Well whether you guys want to go or not I'm leaving, I'll steal to survive and quest for my folks." "I'm coming don't you worry Bomber," said Artico. "I'll go, I don't want to be alone," said Sly. "I might get attacked by ghosts! I'll take care of the stealing, you do the rest of what ever we'll have to do." They went to there rooms to pack. They brought a few swords of various types. They brought food and dry ice. They brought spices and cooking gear. Then they left.
