I'll probably be shot for this. I still can't believe I even wrote this but the idea was just so damn funny at the time. Besides, this is something Sojourner would probably do. This is also known as Sojourner's revenge (sort of). I do not own Dimitri, Knuckles, or the Brotherhood. I'm sure they're all quite thankful.


Sojourner chuckled to himself as he settled into his chair, supplies ready. He had been planning this for a week now and wasn't about to allow anyone or anything to ruin his moment. He quickly set up his equipment and turned on some music in the background. It was soft, and mellow, filled with the sounds of nature. How very soothing. He then pulled out a small chaos emerald and lay it on the bed. That should work wonders. I'll have my revenge Spectre. I swear to you, by the time I'm finished with you, you'll be sorry you attempted to scare me with that trick.


The air outside was so clean for a change, everything so peaceful. Spectre the echidna took in a deep breath, enjoying the scent of the forest as he walked along the forest path. Normally he wasn't out and about often, especially enjoying Mother Nature, but he needed some time away from Haven, away from his sons. Besides, he liked the night, the darkness; it suited him perfectly. Out here, he could do as he wished and not be bothered.

He continued down his path, allowing the melody of the crickets chirping to wash over him. He hadn't felt this peaceful in a long time. The sounds of the forest was like music to his ears, so much so he could swear he heard instruments. Spectre chuckled. I'm enjoying this far more than I realized.

Unfortunately the peace wasn't going to last him for long. He could sense chaos energy nearby and knew immediately that it wasn't one of his own. On guard, Spectre scanned the area before finally locating the direction from which the power came. Spectre approached warily, ready for anything. He could hear water flowing in the distance, and the sounds of someone playing in the water. As silently as possible, Spectre approached, keeping himself cloaked in the shadows until he could see who or what was in the water. Once close enough, he peeked around the bushes and nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.

Dimitri was swimming in the river, completely naked, enjoying himself thoroughly. Spectre sputtered for a few seconds, firmly believing his eyes to be playing tricks on him. Perhaps the medicine he took earlier was affecting him in some way. Maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him. Perhaps he needed to get out of Haven more often. He was so caught up in his thoughts, so busy trying to make sense of the situation that he hadn't even noticed that Dimitri had left the water and was now standing a few feet from him. It wasn't until the other cleared his throat that Spectre's senses returned to him.

"I knew the Brotherhood possessed voyeuristic tendencies, but never did I imagine any of you capable of this." Dimitri's gaze was stern, but his voice gentle.

Spectre colored immediately. "We don't… I mean… I was just…"

Dimitri smirked. "Well, well, well. The great and powerful Spectre at a loss for words? How positively adorable."

Spectre flushed even more furiously. Dimitri's attitude, as well as soft tone, threw him for a loop. This wasn't how the powerful and dangerous leader of the Dark Legion behaved. For that matter, what was he doing naked in the middle of a river on the island?

"Come now, say something. I'm beginning to worry about you." Dimitri reached forward and just brushed Spectre's cheek when the other male pulled back, teeth bared, his fighting instincts kicked into high gear.

"What kind of sick trap is this?" Spectre snarled. "Swimming out here alone, behaving in such a manner? And not a single Legionnaire around to protect you? I could take you out here and now and no one would even notice."

"True, you could do that," Dimitri conceded. "Or, you can join me for a swim."

"Ex-excuse me?" Spectre took a couple steps back, not believing his ears.

"Surely you must be interested. After all, you came out here for me, didn't you?"

"I came out here to enjoy some peace and quiet," Spectre snarled, not at all appreciating Dimitri's insinuations. "I wasn't expecting to find you nor do I have any interest in joining you, you sick bastard."

Dimitri put on a hurt look. "Such a pity. And we have so much in common."

"Such as?" Spectre queried.

Dimitri turned and began walking back to the river. "Well, we both head powerful organizations. We have insufferable families which drive us to our wits end, we both have lived a long time, endured humiliation for the actions of our own. I could go on and on."

Spectre found himself following the other male down to the water for reasons he could not yet discern. He knew better, this was his enemy. But something inside him yearned to follow after Dimitri, to be close to him. What was it?


"Oh yes, I love you," Sojourner moaned as he flipped through one of his many magazines. "I never realized until now just how much but I want you. I must have you."

He flipped the music over, turning to a CD with various songs of love and longing on them. He moaned the words softly, trying to make them as meaningful as possible.

"You know you want me too. Admit it. Stop hiding your feelings away and give yourself to pleasure."

Another small moan. "Yes… I want you…"

Sojourner chuckled. This was perfect, just so perfect.


"And you call me a strange one," Dimitri mused, casting a glance at Spectre, who stood a distance away.

Spectre had kept his eyes upon Dimitri as he redressed, not sure why he didn't just hit him with a blast of chaos energy on the spot and be done with it. He remembered Dimitri mentioning that they had much in common and Spectre could not deny that he was correct. It always seemed that Dimitri went through much of the same that he did, especially when it came to family. Dimitri's grandchildren drove him as insane as his own sons did.

"So, what now? Do we go our separate ways, pretending never to have seen one another? Do we fight to the death? Or are you up for a third option?" Dimitri crossed his arms casually, waiting patiently for Spectre's reply.

The dark furred male pondered his options. His fighting spirit waned, he had no interest in battle. He had none when he came out here. Returning home seemed like a viable option but his curiosity was peaked.

"What is option number three?" Spectre asked.

"Accompany me back to my palace," Dimitri said with a grin. "I can tell you're tired and I would like a chance to get to know my nephew a little better. Besides, you shouldn't be out here so late by yourself."

Spectre huffed. "I am capable of taking care of myself."

"I have no doubt of that. But you seem a little off. I can sense it. You aren't on any kind of medication are you?"

Spectre stiffened. "I took something to calm my nerves, nothing more. Why?" He backed up a few steps.

"Relax," Dimitri said, holding up one hand. "All I'm saying is that your mind isn't quite… awake, for lack of a better word, and that it might be better if you were some place where you weren't vulnerable. I offer you a chance to come home with me. I only mean well, I am your uncle after all. I truly believe we could both benefit from getting to know one another better."

Dimitri held out a hand, beckoning Spectre to take it. Spectre watched him warily, not sure how to respond. His mind screamed at him; this was wrong, he knew it. He shouldn't be going with Dimitri of all echidnas, and yet, the invitation was so enticing.


"Has anyone seen Spectre?" Thunderhawk asked. The rest of the Brotherhood, minus Sojourner, was sitting around the conference table, discussing who only knew what.

"Not since he took those pills Locke gave him," Sabre replied.

"Really?" Thunderhawk replied, a little surprised. "What exactly did you give him again?"

"Valiums actually. Spectre said he wanted a good nights rest and I figured I might as well give him the strongest stuff I could find." Locke continued playing absent mindedly with the magazine in front of him as he spoke to Thunderhawk. "I warned him not to take too many but I think he did anyway."

"I take it then he's out for the rest of the night?" Thunderhawk asked, hoping for an affirmative, which Locke gave. "Good, maybe we can relax for a night."

"That depends upon what Sojourner is doing," Sabre said.

"Sojourner went to bed early, we don't have to worry about him." Thunderhawk leaned back in his chair, thoroughly enjoying the idea of some peace quiet for a change.

"Only as long as he doesn't sleepwalk again," Athair said, giving a slight shudder. "After what I saw last time, I think we should chain him to his bed when he sleeps." Sabre sighed and Thunderhawk buried his face in his hands.

"Don't remind me Athair," said Thunderhawk. "Don't remind me."

"It's bad enough that he sleepwalks, but the fact that he has the kind of dreams he does…" Sabre couldn't even finish his sentence. After Sojourner's last little sleepwalking episode, the Brotherhood felt they had seen far more than any of them ever wanted to see again.

"Maybe if he stopped looking at his porn before going to bed things would be more… pleasant," Locke said.

"I figured my son probably dreams about those centerfolds, but I never thought I'd see the day where he'd try to make out with an imaginary one against the walls."

"Believe me Grandfather Thunderhawk," Sabre said. "We all ended up getting more of a show than we wanted."

"Could we please change the subject?" Athair pleaded, looking a little green. "I really would like to forget about that night."

"At least Spectre gave him a well deserved lecture for it later," Locke said.

"My Father's going to have to find a better way of getting through to my son. Sojourner's just too damn stubborn for his own good."

"Well, I think I'm going to go work on my machine again before going to bed," Locke said as he stood up.

"I'd prefer it if you just went straight to bed," Sabre said, giving Locke a frown. "You always end up working for hours on your inventions and you need your sleep."

"Yes Father," Locke replied, a mild hint of sarcasm in his voice. Sabre's frown deepened slightly and Thunderhawk shook his head. Thunderhawk watched Locke leave the room and after the younger male was gone, he turned to speak with Sabre.

"I think you need to be a lot harder on him. The boy needs some discipline. He has no respect for you."

"He respects me quite well Grandfather," Sabre said, huffing a little. "He just doesn't always listen to my advice. Besides, it's not like your son is much better." Thunderhawk grumbled. He couldn't deny that, no matter how badly he wanted to. "My son is just stubborn and he's young still. He doesn't understand a lot of things yet."

"Stop making excuses for your son and just admit that he runs away from his problems," Thunderhawk rumbled.

Sabre sighed and was about to give Thunderhawk a piece of his mind when a scream was heard down the halls, followed by a wave of anguish. The three men looked at one another in surprise and concern. Locke! The three got up and quickly ran down the hall towards Locke's lab, wondering what could have happened. They arrived and found Locke searching frantically through his lab, panic written all over his face.

"Locke, what's wrong?" Sabre asked. The answer was obvious, and while it was no major deal to everyone else, it was a matter of concern simply because Locke could be so unpredictable in these matters.

"Isn't it obvious Sabre?" Thunderhawk responded with a growl. "Locke's lost another one of his precious inventions again. I swear boy, why must this always be a matter of life and death for you. Just build a new one!"

"But my dream maker was one of a kind!" Locke cried. "I worked so hard on it. It was special!"

"Only because you wanted to use it to dream about your ex-wife," Thunderhawk snorted. Locke pouted and gave his grandfather a look. Sabre smirked and lowered his head. Thunderhawk had him on that one.

"Well, I invented it so everyone else can use it too," Locke insisted lamely.

"I remember looking forward to using it," Athair said. "I remember Sojourner being very interested in it as well."

"Like he needs any help with his dreams," Locke grumbled.

Thunderhawk froze, running over everything in his mind. A dream maker, now missing. Sojourner to bed early. Spectre dead to the world on valium.

"Oh no," Thunderhawk moaned. If he knew his son half as well as he believed he did, he knew an angry Spectre was going to be thrashing about Haven in a furious rage by the morning.

"What's wrong Grandfather?" Athair asked. "Do you need some medicine too?"

"No you moron," the lavender male snapped, knocking away the hand that was approaching his forehead. "Locke, how long has the dream maker been left alone?"

"Not long. Just before dinner. I was going to come back afterwards but someone-" Locke gave his father a look. "-insisted that I visit with the family for a while."

"It'd do you some good to talk with us once in a while you know," Sabre replied, returning his son's look.

"And both Spectre and Sojourner disappeared not too long after that, correct?" Thunderhawk asked. Locke nodded. No one was sure where Thunderhawk was going with his line of reasoning. "My son hasn't been bugging you about finer workings of your machine, has he?"

"Actually, he has," Locke said. He knew his grandfather was on to something but he couldn't place what yet. "He kept asking about what kinds of dreams it can influence and about subliminal messaging. A person is very susceptible during their sleep, especially under the right circumstances. The dream maker leaves one particularly open to outside influences, like repeated messages, music. Why do you ask?"

"Because I think my dear son is up to no good."


"I really don't think this is necessary," Spectre said as his glass was filled again.

He accepted Dimitri's invitation and was now laying in an opulent room, relaxing in a large chair as he was constantly given food and drink. Maybe it was the medicine, but Spectre was feeling pretty good by now. He knew he wasn't drinking alcohol, he would have been out long ago if he had, and as far as he could detect the food wasn't drugged either.

Maybe I shouldn't have taken those pills from Locke. He couldn't shake the sensation that he was hearing music all around him even though nothing was playing inside the room. Maybe I should tell Locke to get rid of those pills.

"Please, you're my guest. This is perfectly necessary and besides, I'm enjoying your company." Dimitri raised his glass before taking another sip. He kept his eyes on Spectre, in fact, he had been watching the male the entire time he had been in Dimitri's company. Spectre nodded politely before taking a sip of his own drink.

They had spent the past several hours just chatting, about family, about life, the power of chaos emeralds and controlling it. Spectre realized that the two did have a lot in common and now that Dimitri was no longer insane from chaos energy overload as Enerjak, he was actually quite pleasant to be around. A small voice in the back of his mind screamed at him. This is your enemy. He'd kill you if he had the chance! Spectre ignored it. Something else was on his mind and it was far stronger. He felt something regarding Dimitri. It was strong, enticing, hypnotizing. What was it?

Dimitri got up and approached him, removing his robe in the process. Spectre never thought about it before, but he had to admit that Dimitri was a handsome man. Dimitri smiled seductively and he straddled Spectre's lap before leaning for a kiss.

"Dimitri, I don't think-" Spectre started before being cut off by the other's lips. Spectre wasn't sure what to do at first but he felt the desire to give in and was soon returning Dimitri's kiss.

"You know you want me," Dimitri purred into his ear after the two broke apart. "Admit it. Stop hiding your feelings away and give yourself to pleasure."

"Oh yes, I love you," Spectre whispered, gazing into Dimitri's eyes. "I never realized until now just how much but I want you. I must have you."

Dimitri attacked his lips again kissing him fiercely. Spectre returned each kiss with equal fervor before Dimitri moved his lips to kiss Spectre's neck, eliciting a moan from the dark furred male.


Sojourner held back a laugh as he continued to move the feather. Why oh why didn't he think to bring a camera? He was tempted to leave quickly to fetch one when suddenly the door opened and the rest of the Brotherhood appeared in the doorway, Thunderhawk in the lead.

"I knew it," Thunderhawk hissed. "I knew you weren't up to any good."

Sojourner gulped and stared at his father wide-eyed, not believing that he had just been caught. Athair, Sabre, and Locke were behind Thunderhawk, who was giving his son the sternest look, gawking at the scene before them. Sojourner was standing over a sleeping Spectre with a feather just touching the elder's neck. Soft music was playing in the background and there were several magazines laying about. Locke's dream maker was on Spectre's head and suddenly they realized just what Sojourner was up to.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Thunderhawk growled, shaking his fist.

"It's called revenge Father," Sojourner replied. "Spectre deserves it, not only for all the times he's threatened me, but for lying to me as well. Scaring me with that whole castration lie. I intend to pay him back for that!"

"You had that coming Grandfather," Sabre said calmly. He couldn't believe what he was seeing but he kept his mind calm. He knew that if he lost his composure, everyone else was bound to follow suit. "We're still trying to find a way to earn back all the money you lost."

"Well if Dimitri would have just come to me," Sojourner mumbled.

"Would you quit whining about that," Thunderhawk snapped. "Now quit this foolishness. Do you have any idea what Spectre's going to do to you when he wakes up and realizes what you've done?"

"He won't know. First, he's too heavily drugged and second, he'll be so in shock over this little dream to even think of hurting me." Sojourner smiled, feeling confident in his brilliance.

"That's never stopped Spectre before," Athair said.

"I know what I'm doing," Sojourner snapped. "Now get lost, you're ruining my fun! And consider yourself lucky Father, I could be doing this to you. I still owe you for taking advantage of my gratitude."

"Like you wouldn't have done the same," Thunderhawk mumbled, rolling his eyes.


"Don't stop," Spectre moaned. "Please don't stop."

"Patience. I'm just getting started," Dimitri replied. He removed Spectre's robes and helmet, running his eyes hungrily over his body. "You're quite a catch if I do say so myself. Such lovely fur."

"You're not so bad yourself," Spectre purred as he pulled Dimitri towards him. Just before their lips met, the door slammed open and in stormed Lien-Da, Kragok, and Moritori.

"Doesn't anyone here know to respect my privacy?" Dimitri roared.

"We can't allow you to do this!" Lien-Da screeched. "This is sick, disgusting! You have women to please you Grandfather if you so wish."

"Who I take my pleasure with is my own business," Dimitri growled. Spectre closed his eyes and fought back a growl of his own. Dimitri's brood was just as rude as his own.

"But with a Guardian?" Kragok's arms flailed around wildly. "He's the enemy. You should be torturing him. Killing him!"

"He has no place here," Moritori growled. "Get rid of him Grandfather or we will do it for you."

"How dare you!" Dimitri bellowed. He was up in an instant, chaos power crackling around him. Spectre was caught off guard by the sheer strength of it momentarily but his sudden surprise quickly faded. After all, this wasn't directed against him. Dimitri loved him and would do him no harm.

"How dare you," Dimitri repeated. "I command this Legion and I do as I will. I'll take whomever I wish as my lover and there's nothing you can say or do about it. Not when all of you are so wild and reckless with your own passions. How many women have you claimed in your quest for pleasure Moritori? And you Lien-Da? You've taken as many women as Moritori no less and Kragok is just as lascivious."

Spectre watched on, clearly amused by the verbal lashing his dear Dimitri was giving to his insolent children. He would have done no less. They're just going to have to accept this, whether they like it or not.

"Grandfather, please, we beg you to reconsider," Lien-Da begged. "Think of what this will do to our reputations."

"For that matter, do you think we want to be beholden to a Guardian, even if he's your little whore?" Moritori shouted.

At those words Dimitri lost it. With a sudden wave of his hands, all three of his grandchildren were against the wall, writhing in pain.

"I have heard enough!" he said, his powerful voice echoing off the walls. It sent shivers down Spectre's spine. "My authority will not be questioned, nor will my personal choices. My choice of companions is far more reasonable than what any of you have had lately. I suggest the pots not be so smug with the kettle."

He released them, sending all to the floor in a heap. None of them looked happy, but none would dare defy Dimitri. Never would they defy his wishes, no matter how absurd they seemed. They stood up, all looking a bit shaken. With quick nods they left, all of them casting Spectre a suspicious glance upon departure.

Dimitri let out a theatrical sigh before turning around. "What ever did I do to deserve such descendants?"

Spectre chuckled. "I often wonder that myself." He opened his arms and beckoned Dimitri back to him. The other obliged, wrapping his arms around Spectre before returning to ravishing him.


"This is your last warning," Thunderhawk growled, his voice low.

"Oh come on, you'd do this too if you could get away with it," Sojourner growled back. "How many times have you wanted revenge against Spectre for something? This is perfect. I'm just giving him a very… sweet dream." Sojourner smiled wickedly and Thunderhawk drew back slightly. He had serious concerns for his son's mental health and what he was witnessing now wasn't helping matters.

"Exactly what kind of dream are we talking about?" Sabre asked, feeling a little uncomfortable himself.

"Something that's sure to give him nightmares for years to come," Sojourner replied sweetly.

"You need professional help, you know that," Locke replied.

"You're one to talk," Sojourner muttered. Locke caught it however and favored his grandfather with a glare.

Sojourner leaned down and grabbed a massager from his pile of supplies, earning him more wide eyed stares of concern. Sojourner glared back at them and a staring contest commenced. It endured for several minutes before Sojourner sighed and slumped forward.

"Look, I'm not stopping. Either go away, shut up and watch, or help me, but don't interfere." Sojourner turned on the massager and began to run it lightly over Spectre's body.

Everyone else exchanged glances. The whole idea was ludicrous but at the same time it was rather amusing. All of them had wanted revenge on Spectre in some manner for something but getting away with any kind of scheme was near impossible and one always had to worry about Spectre coming after him in a furious rage. None could argue that Sojourner's little plan was brilliant and sheer curiosity kept them hanging around, waiting to see what Sojourner would do next.

"You're so soft, so beautiful. I could love you forever," Sojourner said softly, his voice ripe with lust. Several eyebrows were raised in response.

"You're getting Spectre back by having him dream he's making love to someone?" Locke squeaked.

"Good one Sojourner," Sabre said, rolling his eyes. "Real brilliant."

"Oh Dimitri," Spectre moaned. Sojourner snickered while the others almost fell over from shock. Spectre, dreaming about making love to Dimitri? Aurora help Sojourner if Spectre ever found out about this.

After several minutes Thunderhawk managed to close his jaw after having it hang in shock. "You're one sick bastard, you know that?"

Sojourner grinned.


"Oh Dimitri," Spectre moaned.

He was lying on Dimitri's bed now, moaning in pleasure as Dimitri caressed and fondled him. He tried to return the favor but Dimitri shook his head and motioned for him to lie back down. Spectre knew what he meant. He was taking over tonight.

"So magnificent," Dimitri murmured. "So perfect. Taking you will be wonderful."

"Take me now," Spectre said, panting slightly.

Dimitri chuckled and he moved himself into position. Spectre wrapped his arms around him, holding his body close as Dimitri…


Spectre awoke with a bloodcurdling scream, causing everyone in the room to cover their ears in pain. Spectre breathed quickly, heavily, his eyes wide with fear. Did he just..?

"Son of a," a voice muttered. "And here I was hoping they'd go all the way too."

Spectre's attention was caught immediately. With a quick flick of his wrist, his light was on. After several seconds his eyes adjusted, as well as everyone else's, and he looked to his left to see Sojourner standing next to his bed, with a… massager in his hand? What in the hells was going on?

"So much for thinking he was getting away with this one," Locke muttered under his breath.

"Hush," Sabre scolded, keeping his voice low. "Move back and out of here now, before Spectre sees us."

"Too late," Athair said meekly.

Spectre looked around the room, disbelief written on his face. Sojourner was still holding the massager, looking at his grandfather fearfully, while the others were by the door, looking just as frightened. They were all going to die any second now, they knew it.

Spectre closed his eyes, taking in a couple deep breathes before opening them again. He then folded his hands in his lap before pleasantly speaking. "All right, now I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this. I'd like to hear it."

"You're dreaming," Sojourner said quickly. "This is all a crazy dream and it's not real. You're going to go back to sleep and wake up to realize this never happened."

"I'd like to believe that," Spectre said calmly, which only further frightened everyone. "I'd love nothing more than to believe I was having a nightmare. However, I share the same space as you and something insane is always happening around here, especially to me. So, allow me to get right to the point." Spectre smiled for a brief second before his face contorted in rage. "Who's responsible for this?"

Everyone jumped and fingers went flying in every which direction. Spectre arched an eyebrow. He should have known better than to expect that to work. It was then he noticed he had something on his head. Something metallic. I never sleep with my helmet on. Spectre removed the item promptly and upon seeing it, his eyes widened. This wasn't his helmet, it was Locke's dream machine.

Memories came rushing back to him as he recalled Locke's demonstration of the machine, explaining how it worked. He looked to his left again and saw that Sojourner was still holding the massager in his hands. He also saw some porn magazines, a couple of which were opened to what had to be erotic stories, and he then heard romantic music playing softly in the background. Right then, it all came together.

"Um, Sojourner, it might help if you didn't hang on to the evidence," Athair offered helpfully. Thunderhawk, Locke, and Sabre all shot him annoyed looks. Sojourner however, responded by immediately dropping it. He was so afraid that he had forgotten he was holding on to it. Sojourner turned to face his father and grandchildren.

"You're going to help me out, right?" Sojourner asked. His request was immediately met with several pronounced objections as the four men backed their way out of the room.

"Um son," Thunderhawk said nervously. He was pointing with his finger towards something to Sojourner's right.

Sojourner blinked at him blankly for a couple seconds before his ears registered the sound a furious growl. Sojourner winced and turned his head, coming face to face with an infuriated Spectre. The younger male gulped and gave a couple of short nervous laughs as the elder continued to growl, his eyes burning with rage.

Sojourner immediately pointed off into the far corner, wearing a look of surprise as he exclaimed, "Oh look, it's Dimitri!"

Spectre started and turned instantly, searching the room frantically. Sojourner was on his feet and out the door in seconds, the rest of the Brotherhood barely having time to move out of his way. After a couple more seconds Spectre realized he had been tricked. With a roar of primal fury he was out of his bed and after his troublemaking grandchild. The remainder watched as the two echidnas disappeared. They exchanged glances and quickly scrambled to the surveillance room. Locke had the cameras on in a second and found no sign of either within the complex.

"Well, it seems Sojourner has run out of Haven, with Grandfather Spectre right on his heels," Athair said. Locke switched to the satellites and quickly found them running through the nearby forest.

"How long before he catches him?" Sabre asked.

"Given how frightened Sojourner looks, I'd say Grandfather Spectre's going to be running for quite a while."


Knuckles the echidna awoke with a start. He could hear screaming in the distance and his protective instincts kicked in. As Guardian of Angel island, he had to protect those in trouble. He was at his window in a flash, ready to jump out and glide to the screamer's rescue when he heard six little words that explained everything.

"Please don't kill me Grandfather Spectre!"

Knuckles blinked a couple times before slowly closing his window. He was not getting involved in that. He stuffed in a couple earplugs and went back to bed, wondering if he'd be one relative short come morning.