Chapter 1~ A Lonely Fux
A story by The Emu Brothers
*Ten years after the events of Sonic Hedgehog
It was a dismal morning in Seattle City, with a light drizzle falling. Tails notices a blonde chick next to him on the bed. "Ah, a prostitute." Tails woke up in a startle, the bed wet again. "Ah crap." He moves a vodka bottle to the side of his night stand as he snatches her clothes to clean the… substance. Down below you could hear the horns wailing as traffic accumulates in the morning's thunder. Tails drunkenly smashes the empty bottle onto the wooden floor as he reaches for a second vodka. Tails walks over to the Keurig in the kitchen where he pours the vodka into the machine. "Such a nice house" as he gazes around. He glances at the microwave and realizes how late he woke up. "Oh no, I'm late to my job!" Tails staggered downstairs, seized his winter coat off the floor, and pushed on the pull door. He winced as the sunlight blared into his eyes. His vision was blurred, the vodka last night did not help. "Er, huh. 22nd street that's reght" Tails crawled over the cars in the traffic as he noticed the Auto Repair Zone, his job. "Guys, guys I'm here. No late" exclaimed Tails out of breath. "Wowza should have seen this prastitute." A door to the left side of the repair zone slammed open. A burly wolf in a midnight striped suit barked "What in the actual hell are you doing here Tails? I have multiple restraining orders on you. So get the hell out before I call the cops." "But boss, I swear I am nut drank. I am fyne. But boss you should have seen her, long tails, and they were super har-" "I don't care Tails. I fired you 6 days ago. You terrorized my customers and insulted my Amy, the regional manager's secretar-." "Boss plez, I will not do it agai-" "OUT. Now!" The wolf pointed to the open garage, his other fist clenched behind his cufflinked shirt. His tails drooped low as he sulked out of the garage into Seattle City, a trail of wet slime and tears oozing behind him. Tails pulled out a metal flask from the right pocket of his winter coat. A single drip fell from the flask onto his tongue. "Holey frack, I literally have nothing in here." He nonchalantly tossed the flask onto the street and squatted down on the curb. An hour passed and his horrible headache had not subsided. A voice had appeared out of no wear all of the sudden "Tails, is that you?" Tails was massively confused. "Prostitute, is that you? I knew you were heavenly" "No Tails. It's the president. What the actual hell bro. We haven't talked in years and you are dating prostitutes and drunk out of your mind? That's no good." "Okay who are you, I can't see crap" "It's Sonic!" "Okay okay, sounds familiar. Are you..like...hot? because if not, then I don't want to talk to your ugly ass" "Tails, remember, we fought Dr. Eggman and stuff" "Oh Sonic. What's up broski. Living the best life ever. So happy. So happy" "Hey, you got a place to stay or something?" "Not really. Just kind of living off prostitutes." "I got a big place, because I made the majority of the money from our video games" "Yeah sure whatever, bet it's in green hills. I still live in loopy links. Anyways I call top bunk!" Tails gropes his drippy tails and follows Sonic home. Tails trips on the curb and catches Sonic's muscular hand by his girthy fingers. "You alright, Tails?" "Yeah sorry, still a little hung over." "Wow, you've grown a lot, Tails." "Thanks, your hands are really hard." They stroll off down the boulevard.