Sonic Underground: "The Story Of The Past"
Title: "Bullseye's Story Part 2 (Brother What Art Thou?)" Vol.3
Author: BlushBunnyC3
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Author's Note: Finally, our last instalment is up and going! (I apologize for such a long hiatus!) We finally get to see the whole little mystery going on with Buckthorne, and yet ever the antics of the Warthogg brothers and friends in tow! And a few old familiar faces drop by for some close calls! Whoa. So let's get to it! This first page will be updated as more characters are added, and song copyrights, if any. Thank you all for waiting so patiently :) Enjoy folks!
Characters © BlushBunnyC3, except Sonic characters © SEGA, Archie & DiC.
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Cast Of Characters (- - indicates official Sonic character)
Buckthorne Wolfe
Bullseye Warthogg
Nurse Melony
Goresky Warthogg
Chislett Warthogg
Jacque Celaya
Tyler Mullins
Michael Telford
Aaron Cooper
Richard Nenzel
Ian Callaway
Lewis Prower
-Charles Hedgehog-
Sir Marco Celaya
Lady Lorelei Celaya
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Prologue: "It was the year of 3207, the beginning of a new year. After the hectic events of the previous year, mainly the ones occurring to/in the Royal Families, the people were hoping for a more quiet and calm year, to settle down. For some, this wish came easy to. For others... this was not meant to be. This year, a certain number of people would have life altering events and reunions, even, happen to them. On one hand, the events for some would seem like a curse, but eventually be for the better, and the other hand, what seemed better, would turn into a curse. Either way... things were coming their way. And no one could stop them. Either they could accept their fate and learn to breathe again. Or they could bury their fate in denial, and try to hide it. A very important time had come, indeed. As a young wolf and warthog in particular, were about to find out..."
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Chapter 2:
After the events of the previous night, the next morning found quite a role reversal between the wolf and warthog. Buckthorne had managed to push back the thoughts of last night's scare out of mind, and was in a much more normal mood, if not more cheery mood than usual. Bullseye, on the other hand, who'd had a pleasurable night (aside from Goresky's nagging, Jacque's disturbing prank, and their flamboyant antics in general) with his recent female consort, was now this morning rather indisposed, as it were. It was a good thing that Buckthorne had gotten ready before him, otherwise, he'd be waiting for a good fifteen or twenty minutes, for the warthog, who was hogging the bathroom. The wolf didn't think much of it, until he heard what he could swear sounded like someone throwing up. The pale, drained look on Bullseye's face when he finally came out seemed to explain it. Buckthorne looked on inquiringly. "-What side of who's bed did you wake up on?" His friend gave a pained groan, and sat on the edge of his bed. "-Urrg... I think that bitch gave me a bug." The wolf gave a snort. "-Which one?" Bullseye bristled, "-The broad from last night, genius. I remember... she told me she just recently got over a bout of flu... she said she was fine." He scowled at this. "Apparently not enough to NOT pass it onto others..." His comrade grinned, unsympathetically. "-How generous of her." The warthog pulled a face of irritance. "-Some friend you are." Why don't you just give me a trace of salmonella while you're at it?" Buckthorne cocked his head. "-So you gonna stay at home then?" The warthog sighed, "-Dunno... I'd rather not." "-You mean you actually want to go to school, what with you hurling like a cocker spaniel? I mean... last time I checked, getting bed rest was the way to recover-" "-I never said I'd go to school," his friend told him. "I just might go to the flat and relax there." The wolf smirked, "-But then who's going to fuss over and coddle you back to health?" Bullseye flinched. "-Exactly why I want to not be here! To be SPARED of any coddling..." This was not to be, though. Perfect timing - none other than Nurse Melony knocked, then came in. "-You boys almost ready? I thought you'd be gone by now-" "-Well I am," Buckthorne said, with a relish. Bullseye wanted to wipe the smirk off his face to no end. "-What about you-" Melony asked him, then noticed something unusual. "-Wait a minute... Bullseye, hon, are you alright?" The warthog bit his lip. "-Sure I am. What makes you say that?" The female sheepdog was unconvinced. "-Well you sure don't look it," she commented. "You look exhausted, and your face is all flushed." "-What do you mean by-" Bullseye started, but was cut short by Melony's hand on his forehead. She tsked. "-Just as I thought... you're burning up! You get yourself back into bed, hon." The warthog protested, "-Oh come on, it's nothing Mellie! Just a teeny bug; I'll be good as new within the day-" "-Uh huh, and until then, I want you getting some rest," Melony ordered. "I'll go get you some juice and an Aspirin... and you'd better be in your bed before I get back." Bullseye resigned, grudgingly, "-Yes, Aunt Mellie..." His wolf friend observed all of this with glee. Watching Bullseye get emasculated by the sweet Melony was priceless. The minute their female guardian had left, the warthog turned sharply to Buckthorne. "-Shut. Up." he grumbled, before the wolf could say a word. "Just... shuttup!" Buckthorne just shrugged, modestly. Grabbing his bag off the floor, he said, "-Well... have fun staying at home being 'sicky pooh', buddy," referring to what the nurses at the orphanage called any minor illness, to the young orphans, such as a cold, sore throat or upset stomach. Bullseye fumed at this. "-You. SUCK!" he snapped, irritably, and covered his face with a pillow. The wolf blinked calmly. "-One question?" he inquired. His friend gave a disgruntled hiss. "-What?" "-Despite the consequence here, now, was your night before worth it?" There was a slight pause. Bullseye sincerely mused on an answer, since it was a serious question, as opposed to a jest. Finally, he answered, "-Well... considering I feel like shit right now, I'm leaning more towards no. But maybe when I feel better, I'll laugh at this and remember that the girl WAS a good piece of ass, and say it was." "-Hmmm," his comrade nodded. "Makes sense to me." "-Good," the warthog grunted. "Now bugger off, so I can go forth and vomit in peace."
Sometime later, Bullseye was back in bed, as he had been ordered, and Melony was bustling about the room, cleaning up. Usually Bullseye and Buckthorne kept their room relatively tidy, but they still had their lazy days when the floor looked like a laundry hamper. "-I do declare-" the sheepdog tsked, "-what would you boys do without me? Even your domesticated species keep their 'sties' cleaner than this." The warthog muttered drowsily, "-I was going to do it today... when I got home." Melony gave a smile. "-Oh yes... keyword being 'when'ever that is that you came strolling back." Bullseye gave a little snort. "-This how you treat all your sick patients, 'Nurse'?" His guardian laughed, "-I see your flu hasn't touched your wit." The teenage male grinned, "-Nothing ever does." Just then, an odd ringing sound was heard from one of the drawers. Melony reached it before Bullseye could. "-That's my phone-" he told her, "-I can answer it-" "-Not today, hon - you're trying to get some rest," the female insisted. "I'll tell them to leave a message." Bullseye froze. He was praying whoever it was wouldn't say something that would put him in an awkward or troublesome situation with Melony. He was being harassed as it was. "-Hello?" the sheepdog answered. "-Hi... errr... is Bullseye there?" Melony did not recognize the voice, but it was male, so she assumed it was a friend. "-Yes, but he's not feelin' well. Could I take a message for you?" "-Oh... well, okay. Could you tell him Goresky called?" "-Are you a friend of his?" Melony inquired. "-No, I'm his brother, actually." "-Oh!" the sheepdog gave a little gasp of surprise. "Hold on..." She put her hand over the mouthpiece. "I'll be right back," she told Bullseye. "C'mon Mel, who is it?" "-Never you mind," Melony tutted. "-I've got the flu, not laryngitis," the warthog protested. "A phone call's hardly going to exert me to exhaustion!" Nonetheless, his pleas fell upon deaf ears, as his guardian shook her head patronizingly, and walked out with his phone. Bullseye groaned at this. Who was it anyways?
The flu-induced teenager conked out for about three hours after that. He'd tried to get a name out of Melony when she came back with his phone earlier, but she offered no clue. Tired and annoyed, Bullseye'd went back to sleep. He woke up again when the sheepdog returned to give him some food. He ate a portion of it, and his stomach held it down this time, thankfully. He dozed for another half an hour or so, when Melony came back for the fourth time or so. She was smiling almost in a mischievous manner. "-It seems you have some visitors, hon." The warthog lazily opened one eye. "-Mmhm?" he grunted. He would have never guessed who. So when none other than Goresky and Chislett entered, his face fell in shock. "-You've. GOTTA be kiddin' me!" he griped, and pulled his pillow over his face. Goresky grinned. "Morning sunshine!" Chislet scurried over to his brother's bed and plopped on the end of it. "How you doin', little buddy?" he oozed smugly, as he shifted his weight up and down on the mattress. Irritated by Chislett's persistent motion, Bullseye kicked him and snorted, "-Chis, get off my bed!" "-Now, now, your brothers came all this way to visit you, Bullseye hon!" Melony gently chided. The sick warthog forced a smile. "-Yeah, and that's just swell, Aunt Mellie. Now that they've visited; go home, Jeyrome!" "-Ah, take a train, Dwayne!" Chislett cheerfully shot back. ""-Eh, go get a job, Bob!" Goresky added. The sheepdog was all smiles at seeing the triplets 'bond' as it were. "-Well I'll let you three alone then!" she offered and headed out. "-Traitor!" Bullseye hollered to her, in vain. Glancing back to his twins, he muttered, "And you guys wonder why I don't trust women!" Goresky sniffed, "-Maybe now you see why I prefer men over women?" Bullseye gazed over at his brother. "-I never said I trusted guys either. But at least women have something admirable to them!" "-Oh?" the eldest brother inquired. "You mean their honesty? Sense of dignity? Tranquil nature?" His younger brother practically laughed in his face. "-GOD, you're so gay! I was talking about their tits, ass and fucking, Master Gaylord!" Goresky frowned and shook his head. "-I may not like women, but at least I have the sense to respect them for their qualities and personality, for crying out loud! Keep an attitude like THAT your entire life and I can guarantee you'll die alone!" Bullseye shrugged, carelessly. "-Meh... I have my entire life to change. Right now it's at the bottom of the 'to do' list. I have better things to do, currently." "-The other half of the city?" Chislett guessed, cheekily. His brother gave an amused snort. "-That too," he jested back. "Amoung other things." Their older twin glared at them both. "-I certainly hope you have something productive in your list of goals... other than devirginizing the better part of the female youth population." "-Yes Mother," his youngest brother mocked. "I haven't forgotten the beauty pageant's vow of of world peace!" Goresky's expression then turned into a wounded look, more than anything. "-I just wish you'd take your actions more seriously, Bullseye... Do you think Mom would have wanted you to turn out like this?" Bullseye's armour was pierced at this remark. His brothers saw a brief look of pain that had never healed, which was quickly replaced by one of anger. "-Well Mama's not here, now is she?" he demanded, stung. "And we all know who to thank for that, don't we!" This snap was followed by a long uncomfortable silence. The older Warthoggs knew better than to persist the topic. Not to mention, their deceased mother was topic none of them could talk about long, if at all. It didn't matter that it had been eleven years; her passing still hurt. And a five year old Bullseye had seen the worst of it; suffering with her until her last breath. He'd screamed and cried when they took her lifeless form away, refusing to believe the only person who'd ever loved him was gone forever. Nonetheless, either Chislett was desperate to break the silence, or the old habit he had of sticking up for their father just kicked in, for he dared to point out, "-You know, Bullseye... Pa hasn't been with anyone else since she died." Bullseye, who was staring off into space, didn't even blink. "-Good," he said flatly. "He should stay that way." "-He probably will at this rate," Goresky told him. "We tried getting him out once or twice... but he always said no. He still loves Mom as much as he always did." Still, their younger twin showed no emotion. "-Too bad he didn't show her that much when she was still here... when it really MATTERED," he snapped. Suddenly, it appeared that Chislett'd had enough of this. "-You know what, Bullseye..." "-What?" "-Why don't you shut the FUCK up and stop baggin' on Pa for once!" Both his older and younger twin were startled at his outburst. Chislett was not one driven to anger; rarely, if at all. A look of admiration crossed Bullseye's face. "-Hell, for that mouth, I'd buy you a drink or two." With that said, his brother's angry expression disappeared as quickly as it had shown up. "-Dude... sweet!" Rolling his eyes at Chislett's flaky manner, Goresky took advantage of changing the subject. "-So, where'd you get the bug from?" he asked Bullseye. "-Heh... word of advice," their younger brother told them, "-when a girl says she's just gotten over the flu, that's code for 'I've still got the bug, stupid, and I'm giving it to you!'!" This reply caused his older twins to do the immediate disrespectable sibling response of laughing at his misfortune. The youngest Warthogg scowled, "-Oh yeah... you go ahead and laugh it up. But I can assure you, both of yas'll have it by the time you leave... I'll make sure of it!"