Chuck couldn't bring himself to answer, he tried to look anywhere but the hedgehog. It was no use, the teen was ready to stare him down all night till he got what he wanted.

"Hey look, Gramps. I ain't waiting on your approval to check on my lil' bro, I know where he is, I'll just run down myself."

He turned back to face everyone, more precisely Chuck. "Don't try following me, if you're gonna stop me." With that being said, he sped off leaving the room in silence.

Everyone was confused, it wasn't that they didn't believe Chuck, they just found the situation so jarring.

"I'm going too! Tails is our friend, we shouldn't be sitting here moping!" Amy declared as if directly speaking to Ella and Tanaka. The people downplaying the incident.

Chuck didn't see any reason to stop her, she was right, no matter how upsetting it was. He was their friend and they deserved to see him. Even at his worst.

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Sonic didn't know if Chuck was speaking the truth. In the end he was considerably old, and old people aren't the most reliable. Besides what he said was crazy, old people say crazy things at crazy hours.

Come on 3:00 am? The hedgehog didn't know what he was so worried about and why he had an anxious feeling in his stomach. Tails is okay he's okay, when this elevator ride finishes, he'll see him, tired, but in good condition nevertheless.

A ding, he had arrived at the ground level, the doors of the elevator begin to open. It's dark, he can't see a thing. Sadly, the hedgehog isn't too familiar with the underground lab. He barely entered and on the few occasions he did it was mostly to get ready to ride in the Tornado.

He patted his hand against the wall hopelessly, wanting to find a way to lighten up the room. Sonic came across something that resembled a light-switch, he flicked it on with a little too much might.

Eyes closed, he didn't want to see anything just yet. The hedgehog relied on the instinct of smell, he knows the stench of death a little too well. Sonic allows his nose to lead him.

Its only till he realises he can smell the rotting scent of flesh and blood perfectly, he stops dead in his tracks. He's stepped in something, something sticky, something like...

He opens his eyes to be met with seemingly dry blood, no he could feel the substance seeping through to his socks. This is not old blood, Sonic looks up from his shoes

His heart is beating faster than usual, he doesn't know why, a surge of panic washes over him as the stench becomes stronger which each passing step. A squish, he steps on something squishy.

Sonic stops, it takes him two seconds to de-code the problem. He peers down at the squishy, in utter disbelief, to see a disfigured version of his friend.

The hedgehog steps back, fumbling over his feet, trying to form thoughts. He can't, he looks again, trying to understand.

Tails... is here, his head feels light, Tails is on the floor, blood is rushing to his head, he's on the verge of vomiting. Sonic had never felt this before, the feeling of despair, pure utter despair.

He can't even bare to examine the body, without feeling sick. His sidekick, his friend, his little brother is gone. Such a wreck of bones, this couldn't be happening.

It's too much to process, truly too much, he's trying to turn around, find Tails. Find Tails... He peeks from his squabble of fuzziness, no no, he sees the corpse again.

So he can't help but scream in agony, throat burning hot as if someone had branded him. He slams his fist in the pool of half-dry blood, splashing it onto his distraught wake. He holds his head, trying to ascend from his fetal position, he feels the drops of tears falling from his eyes as he yells again, louder than ever.

And he doesn't care who hears him, possibly someone is hovering over him now. Someone else, there's more crying added on top of his own, he doesn't care who's in here. The whole household could be here for all he cares.

The blood on his fur is disheartening, he's never experienced such a empty, nauseous, desperate, angry, hateful, seething, wrathful affair.

Every part of him is dying, yet relishing in something else. Something purely based on hatred, the need to avenge the one before him. Revenge.

Sonic gets up, blood still dripping from parts of his quills, he's no longer crying, instead his eyes are filled with a dull grey. His body radiates a darker much immense hue of blue, as he struggles to crack a smile.

Oh yes, revenge.

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If you thought Chuck was angry, you clearly haven't seen Sonic. Eggman is fucking dead guys. I hope I met your expectations with this chapter.