IF I CAN'T TRUST THEM, WHO CAN I TRUST?! Tails woke up with a head splitting headache.
"ugh, my head, and a weird dream… trust, who trust? The fuck? Whatever."
The first thing I thought of, was you…..
"why was this in his head? He paused and thought… must have been a cheesy romance he saw, tv show, movie, who knows. He went to the bathroom and found a stain on his carpet, he was drunk last night, "what the fuck happened last- i threw up ans Fiona tried cleaning it, duh, what else could have happened?"
He brushed his teeth trying to get the nasty taste from his mouth. It didnt do anything. He took another shower- after puking in the toilet- and went down for breakfast, he found a note on his counter.
Tails, you got drunk last night, i helped you into bed and cleaned the puked spots, you'll know where when you see it trust me. I had a good time last night, hope you did too despite the wine, sorry for pressuring you into drinking btw. You won't see me as much, i've got a third job now, hope you miss me lots. But not too much. P.s. anything you think you remember, it actually happened….
"Huh?"
My therapist….apartment...dick…..trust issues….
"Uh…. I'm a little concerned right now, he said nervously."
Tails didn't go anywhere that day, he watched the news, apparently Shadow's had opened a new store. And it also had taken some of the KCF's out. Knuckles was on screen talking to reporters.
"I just spent over one hundred million on advertising five minutes ago, I think the tables will turn soon."
"What about the master emerald?"
"It powers my fryers! Come eat at KFC today kids!"
Tails changed the channel, he didn't like it, Knuckles had changed since taking his father's business, he even changed the name, grew a mustache and wore fake glasses. He wasn't friends with Tails anymore. Or sonic. Just his fried chicken. He turned it to the spanish channel for a little while, he knew spanish and was able to understand them, but he got bored again and changed the channel again.
Swiss cheese….
He suddenly had a craving for some swiss cheese, he went into the fridge, and there was nothing. "Damn it Fiona ate all my food!" In reality he didn't know if she ate it or not, but she was an easy and plausible scapegoat. He grabbed his phone and called Door Dash and ordered groceries. He then went back and sat down, relaxing, he would work tomorrow.
