To gain, something of equal or greater value must first be lost. This is alchemy's first principal of Equivalent Exchange. It also has nothing to do with this story. Chapter Fourteen?
Chapter Fourteen: Aye, sir?
Engage.
Chapter Fourteen: Aye sir. (Engages)
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They Approach
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Knuckles stood in front of the Master Emerald, guarding it like a good little... guardian. It seemed to be a quiet enough day. He glanced around. Nobody. Knuckles took out the sign that read, "SOURCE OF ALL CHAOS ENERGY. DO NOT TOUCH." And took a nap. No sleep in three weeks really makes you tired.
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Tails woke up. His vision was still red, but he felt better. As if all was well. So, he opened the closet door. He immediately burst into tears of laughter. Sonic lay passed out in the doorway, and an empty coffee mug was on its side next to him. Kefka was also passed out, muttering something like, "Uwee, victory is mine! Uwee hee hee! Take that Edgar, and your stupid drill, too!" Tails just dismissed them as passing out from a coffee high. The coffee mugs next to them were the hint. He walked around the room for a bit before deciding that he was super hungry. He looked around for... something. Eventually a bird landed on the windowsill. It eyed Tails suspiciously. Then hopped toward him. Tails smiled at his good fortune.
"Perfect."
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Site was in his (windowless) room, enjoying a good sleep, when he heard a knock at his door. He opened the door a crack. Cream.
"Mister Site, theres a man in funny purple clothes with long Sephiroth hair at the door." Site stared at Cream for a bit. Then he moved past her to the door. Indeed, the man had odd purple clothes and long, silvery hair. "Um... Can I help you?" Asked Site. The man looked at him questioningly before replying. "Yes. Ye can."
"Okay. How?"
"I seek the one called 'Cream'."
"And you are...?"
"Mine name... is Fo-lou."
"Right... and... why do you talk like that?"
"I dost not know myself..."
"Well... Cream can't play right now. She is collateral at the moment!" Site replied happily before slamming the door in Fo-lou's face.
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Fo-lou stood there in shock for a moment. Well, it wasn't going to be as easy to get the Key as he had originally hoped... He formed an odd... energy... windy... light... sword... thingamahoozit... swordy! Yeah, thats it! Swordy. He formed a swordy in his hand from nowhere, and sliced the door in half. The blonde guy turned to face him. Fo-Lou suddenly remembered the person.
"BOMBERMAN!"
"What?"
"I MISSEDETH YOU, BOMBERMAN!"
"GET BACK!" Bomberman replied, swinging a chair at Fo-Lou. Easily dodged. He ran up to Bomberman. "HOW HAVE YE BEEN, MAN OF BOMBING THINGS?" The blonde stared at him. "You... are on drugs..."
"... Maybe..."
"Definitely."
"No! Possibly. Yea."
"Thought so."
"Well, I canneth quit anytime I wisheth. ETH!"
"Okay. Leave."
"Yea, alright."
And with that, Fo-Lou left the complex.
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Sonic woke up with a splitting headache. He lifted himself to a sitting position. It was night. He saw a small bird laying sprawled on the ground. It was dead, as most headless things are. No blood, though. Sonic, his brain saturated in caffeine once more, just dismissed it as normal. He went to the sink and dipped his face in icy cold water. When he emerged from the cold liquids, he yawned a bit, then turned around and screamed, falling onto the sink counter. "Jesus, Tails! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Tails just stood there, laughing uncontrollably. "I... uh... found this in the area." Tails said, holding up a certain metal arm. Sonic took it, and tried to shove it back into place. Yeah, that was reeeeeal smart of him. He turned to Tails. "Uh... yeah... I... don't know squat about how this thing works..." He told the vampire kitsune, handing the arm back. "I don't get it either. Big is a lot smarter than he lets on..." Tails replied, inspecting the chunk of metal. "So, wheres Amy?" Tails winced, then turned to the blue hedgehog. "I think I killed her." He paused, and then added, "And it was fun." Sonic's eyes widened for a moment. "Well... thats... uh... nice." He replied, taking deep breaths. Tails smiled at Sonic. "Relax, it wasn't that fun." he lied.
"Thanks... I think."
"Heh. So, what should we do with Coco the clown over there?" Tails asked, motioning to Kefka, who was still asleep on the floor. "Be nice to the poor old lady, Tails." Kefka snapped into conciousness, yelled "Not a lady!" to Sonic, and drifted back to sleep. Sonic got an idea, and a mischevious smile spread across his face. Tails noticed it, and stifled laughter. Sonic whispered, very quietly...
"Lady."
"Not a lady!"
"Lady."
"Not a lady."
"Lady."
"ULTIMA!"
"What?" Sonic asked as he was hit with the spell. He survived, with minimal damage. But he was still on fire in some places. Kefka blushed through the gallons of mascera covering his face. "Sorry. The voices in my head tell me to burn things. Things like people. I listen to them." He smiled, and went back to sleep. Sonic stared at Kefka until Tails told him, "Calm down. I can hear your heart beating from over here. And I'm not trying to. That sound is really annoying." Sonic felt his eye twitch. He walked into the bathroom and sat on the toilet for a few hours, in his happy place. When he finally calmed down, he exited. Tails was nowhere in sight. Nor was Kefka. Sonic walked over to the T.V., and was about to turn it on, when he was grabbed from behind. He gasped. The unknown figure put his hand over Sonic's mouth. It was cold. Tails loosened his grip some. "Quiet. Theres somebody outside." Tails dragged Sonic into the closet, and closed the door behind him. He turned to Sonic. "Who is it?" Sonic whispered. Tails grinned. "Nobody. I just needed to get away from Makeup Lad." Sonic snickered. Makeup Lad, that was a good one. He took a memo pad out of one of his nonexistent pockets. "Hey Tails, do you have a pen?" Tails looked around. Sonic noticed that Tails' eyes and fangs all glowed in the dark. Cool. Really, his fangs were more of a gleam. And, from the ease with which Tails was moving, it was obvious that he could see in the dark, as well. Sonic allowed his eyes to adjust to the closet's lighting, or lack thereof. Tails handed him a pen. He wrote "Makeup Lad" and then drew a chibi version of Kefka's head next to the writing. He looked up from the notepad. "Tails, no offense, but..."
"What?"
"You're about three inches away from my face, and... its kinda creeping me out."
"Six."
"Wha?"
"I'm six inches away from your face."
"Well, you're in my bubble. Out of the bubble."
Tails took a step back. "How is this?"
"Yeah, okay."
"Cool. Uh..."
"What?"
"Did you... get a hair cut, or something?"
Sonic felt his head quills. They were, indeed, shorter. Sonic ran out of the closet, knocking Tails down in the process. He dashed in front of the mirror, located beside the sink. He screamed. Amy had, apparently, cut his "hair". And she didn't do a very good job of it, either. He had Mecha Sonic hair! But, it wasn't metal, thankfully. He produced a ring from somehwere and hurled it at the mirror. The ring broke, but so did the mirror. They were chased out of the hotel by the Latin guy from the previous chapter.
"So... what now?" Tails asked. Sonic stopped to consider what exactly they should do. "Lets leave Fiji, first of all." Kefka, now wide awake, suggested, "Lets go to France! They don't wear underpants!" He rhymed, jittering about like a six year old. Tails whispered to Sonic, "Don't ever let him have any coffee. Ever." Sonic nodded and watched the mad clown man dance about as though he had a fire in his undershorts. They kept walking until a cell phone started playing "SONIC CD METALLIC MADNESS PAST" Tails unvieled the phone and started conversing with some guy named Site. Sonic guessed that Site was the one dumb enough to put a cell phone into Tails' hands. After about twenty minutes,Tails put the phone away, and turned to the two of them, grabbing Kefka by the (poofy) collar to keep him from skipping about.
"That was a friend of mine. He says to wait at the airport for him."
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To be continued...
There, its not in bold. Happy now? If not, too bad. I'm not going to reformat all the chapters, but I will do the rest of the fic in this format. Because it seems to hurt your sensitive eyes. Disengage, Chapter Fourteen.
Chapter Fourteen: Aww... Poopy! (Disengages)