Author's note: I hate including myself in stories. I started this a long time ago with myself in it, and I can't see how I can get out. So just don't think I'm that... full of myself, like some other authors... anyway, I'm a modest person, and I'll find a way to insult myself whenever possible.

Another author's note: I OWN NO ONE! EXCEPT PATRICK! WHERE IS MY CAPSLOCK KEY! Oh, there it is. Much better.

Another author's note: Oh, and thanks for the reviews. Much appreciated. As promised, I present to you...

Chapter 4: An unknown visitor

"What a weird mayor here." Tails put down a cardboard box containing his things in the corner of the poorly built excuse for a house. "Did he even know who we were? Who elected him, anyway?"

Knuckles carried more boxes of Tails' belongings. "They probably only keep him for the humor in it." He added. "But you've gotta admit, this place is a lot more... atmospheric than Station Square."

"Wow, Knuckles!" remarked Sonic. "I didn't know you knew that word!"

"Shut up, Sonic."

There was a knock at the door. Sonic's head perked up from his work. "I'll get it. It's probably another fan wanting an autograph."

Tails rolled his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, Sonic."

Sonic opened the door and saw a small little boy sporting a green tye-dye shirt and messy hair grinning ear to ear. Sonic stared at him. "Umm, hello?"

"Hi, umm... my name is Patrick. And... uh, I really like your games."

"Nice to meet you, kid." Sonic said politely. "Want an autograph?" Tails, from within the house, was heard outside groaning. Patrick nodded and handed him a piece of his stationary he never used along with a black ballpoint pen. Sonic took them and wrote his name in the fanciest way he could get it to be, then handed them back.

Patrick stared at the autograph in admiration. "Thank you, Mr. Sonic. I guess... I'll see you tomorrow?"

Sonic shrugged. "Maybe. Thanks for coming!"

As Sonic closed the door, Patrick spun around and headed for home. As he headed back, his friend Hugh, the bluish spotted pig (it's just as weird as it sounds) joined with him. "Dude!" he shouted. "I noticed you leaving Sonic's house. You a fan of his?"

"Oh yeah," replied Patrick. "Dude, he is just as cool in person as he is in all his games. Got his autograph, too!"

Hugh's eyes popped open. "Sweet! I can't believe he's gonna be staying here for the summer!"

Patrick didn't share his excitement. "Well, considering this is a fanfic, this doesn't sound surprising at all."

Hugh caught on. "Oh. Right. That would explain why you're in this."

"Yeah... long story. Say, wanna stay for dinner?"

"Well, I was going to find that rock with the bells in it and hit it with my shov-"

"Dude!" Patrick interrupted. "You can't say that! That's a spoiler! This is a fanfic, remember?"

Hugh rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'll come to your house, then. How 'bout six?"

Later that day...

Patrick paced up and down in the main living room, glancing at the blue clock occasionally. Eddie the Coelacanth, from the center of the room in his 1x2 fish tank,watched this owner, bored as glue.

"He said six, didn't he?" Patrick finally said.

Eddie blew a couple bubbles.

"Yes, I know there could be something keeping him! It's just not like him to be late!"

Eddie bubbled.

Patrick sighed. "You're right. I should just chill. Not like it was much of a dinner, anyway... a couple fish and some apples. This is all the food-like items given in Animal Crossing." He got on his knees. "Curse you, game developers!"

As if his screaming were the command, a knock on the door sounded. "Hey dude! Sorry I'm late!" It was Hugh, of course. As he stepped inside, he looked around. "Seriously, Patrick. This place is missing... something. From me, you get an official rating of .

Patrick glared. "I didn't ask you."

Eddie bubbled.

Meanwhile... :P

A taxi pulled into the town square area. The clouds above began to sprinkle a little. As the backseat door opened, the taxi driver could be heard from the outside. "Well, I hope you enjoy this town. Heard good things about it, I have. That'll be 450."

A large, rounded, shadowy figure emerged from the backseat, carrying an abnormally large suitcase. "450 dollars?" his surprised voice was raspy, and somewhat familiar (that said, you probably know who it is).

The cabbie stared. "Umm, no... I meant bells. You're not from around here, are ya, stranger?"

"No, I'm not. Look, I'm in a hurry here. Can I pay you back some other time? I've spent nearly all my money on this death machine here."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I've spent all my money on this fancy new cell phone here."

"Oh, okay." The door closed, and the taxi drove off screen.

The man laughed evilly. "Fool!" He uncloaked himself from the large, dark jacket. He wore a red coat, tight, black pants, and goggles on his head for reasons unknown. "This town will soon bow down to me: Dr. Eggman!"

He continued into a fit of evil laughter as lighting crashed in the background (probably striking down an old lady) as thunder roared. The man's dark, cold eyes looked to the skies, his arms raised, and acted like the powerful man he was.

Finally, he brought his arms back to the ground. "What a stupid ending for a chapter..." He then swore to kill off the author after killing Sonic. That jerk.