(((do forgive me for my curtness before. Just think of this as the rest of the chapter previous. I had an appointment to go to, nyan. But enough about work. GAWD I LOVE SONIC HEROES! Almost as good as sonic adventures 2. that has to always be my fave. Ok, well, we left our poor echidna depressed and without a home and no one left to love. Awww. Sounds like some old crappy blues song. Time to get drunk noh dah. PASS THE SAKE!))))

Knux: fuck sake. Gimme my tequila, damnit. -guzzles-

A: stop giving away my plot.

K: or what?

A:... I'll force you to wear a leash again.

K:spits tequila, coughs: nevah:flees with tequila:

&& I'm so strange. Sega/Nintendo owns sonic & co. not me. ;-; sniff aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh -cries on Vector for little or no apparent reason.-

V: oO;; eh... -patpats her head-

Chapter 1.5- Drop Dead

"Three shots of tequila. And none of that Suezo shit. I want 1800." The crimson echidna demanded as he plunked himself onto a barstool.

The rat barkeep did as he was told, a little fearfully. Knuckles downed each consecutively with little pause, slamming his fist on the metal surface of the bar and causing a dent.

"Oh, yeah, that's it...NNNh! Three more.!"

The bartender hesitated.

"NOW!"

(AN- poor barkeep)

After his sixth shot, he sighed deeply to stifle the rising sob in his throat.

"Well, fuck me freddy, aint it a wonderful world." He mused staring blankly at his empty shotglass.

"What happened to you, son?" the barkeep (what the hell, let's call him Tony) asked a little cautiously.

"Damn woman." was all he could reply.

Tony sighed, nodding as he dried a glass. "It's always a woman."

Knuckles' eyes twitched as he felt them begin to water. He wiped his face with the back of his arm, then held out one of the shotglasses.

"Keep 'em comin'."

"Yes, sir."

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Sonic sighed and tapped his foot as he waited in front of the motel room door. He then rapped on it again, more forcefully.

"Knux, open up. It's me for Christ's sake."

All that resounded from behind the door was the ear-splitting sound of Limp Bizkit's "Drop Dead" which had been playing over and over since precisely 4 AM last night.

The click of a lock was heard as Kuckles had undoubtedly unlocked the door, but neglected to open it. Sonic let himself in.

"Oh, lordy. Look at you!" he shouted over the blare.

Knuckles was splayed out in a corner, half-consumed bottle in ungloved hand, eyes half masted and bloodshot. Sonic angrily shut off the boombox.

"Waddayou want?"

"I want you to get off your ass and stop sulking. It's been a week, man! Move on!"

Knuckles sniffed indifferently, rubbing his face and letting his hand drop heavily. "Wow. A whole ff-uckin' week. Felt like a decade..."

Sonic looked around at the drastically cluttered room. "and where are your gloves?"

"Aww, my glovesssh? I dunn need'em annnymore. I'm just a worthessssh piesha ssshit now." He laughed tiredly, letting his head fall back against the wall with a hollow thud.

"This is sad." Sonic frowned at the room for a minute, chin in hand. "Listen, I know this chick named Molley who lives about ten minutes from here, in Monotreme City. She can hook you up with a new place. You can start over."

"Fuck it." Knuckles stated with a grim finality. "I'm done. I quit. Ffffuck it." He leaned forward tossing the bottle into a wall angrily and lying back again, turning his head to the side and stifling another sob.

Sonic dropped his hand from his face and sighed. "I'll be back in an hour. You better be cleaned up. You're not done yet, not if I have any say in it."

"You don't."

"Yes I do. Whether you like it or not, I'm still your friend. So clean up. You're movin' out."

And with that, he turned and left. He cringed as he heard the loud music begin to blare again, and as he began to walk away, the loud cry of Knux resounded, shouting with the chorus "so just DROP DEAD!".

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"It's about $500 a month. Not bad. I mean it has all the appliances and a bed, and it's even already decorated!" Molley the calico stated quite gleefully to the completely apathetic Knuckles.

"Great."

"What? You don't like olive green?" Sonic asked, somewhat sarcastically.

"No, I don't like blue." He said, giving the hedgehog a sidelong glare.

"Aww, cheer up! I think this place is perfect! He'll take it!" he said, shaking Molley's hand.

"$500 a month is perfect?"

"Actually it's $700 up front for starters." Molley mentioned. "You know, inflation and all."

"Gawdamn Bush..." Knuckles swore, digging through his wallet.

And so, the echidna began his new life in the big city!

((please review -- I have so many ideas now I cant stand to stop but alas I must. More later, I hope. Luhv you, kisses, bye,)))