I'm back with another chapter of this you all. Please let me know what you think. Haven't too much traffic yet, but that's understandable. It might take some time. I really like this concept so far. I'll talk to you guys again in the next one!
The tall, purple feline whistled an upbeat tune, his sunhat rustling in the salty air and the threat of his wheat in his mouth swinging along his sharp teeth, "Sorry, but I don't know – we are simply natural. Okay, all ya gotta do is sit up, look left, right, up and dooooown!" The cat threw his fishing pole into the air and caught it with his opposite hand, "Woo-wee, it's gonna be a good day today, I reckon!"
He stopped and lifted his sunhat, spotting a short, amphibian creature running towards him. His blue bucket hat flew into the air, and the fisherman watched as it floated towards him. The frog quickly skid to a stop, calling out to the cat, "Hey big guy, ribbit!"
The fisherman smiled and caught the bucket hat, setting it back down onto the frog's head, "Hey, little guy! You almost lost this. Good thing my reach is second to none in Soleanna."
The frog hopped happily in the air, "Thanks Big! You're always looking out for me! Oh, but that reminds me! I ran all the way over here to show you something cool, ribbit!"
Big tilted his head, "Lemme guess, Tiny. You caught another yellow tail? Or maybe got bit by a chopper and need me to come bust it up for you?"
"Oh come on, give me some credit, big guy! I can handle a chopper, ribbit!" Tiny shook his head, "No, someone got washed up towards the shore! I'm not strong enough to carry him!"
Big's eyes widened, "I reckon you better not be yankin' my lure, little guy!"
"I wouldn't be yanking your anything, ribbit," The frog kid began hopping back towards the beach, "Come on, I'll show ya!"
The feline placed his fishing pole on his back and pulled at his brown and gold belt, "I reckon this could be fun! Wait for me, Tiny!" He quickly dashed off behind his best friend towards the water.
The constant screaming rung through the blue hedgehog's mind. Blood splattered across his consciousness. Day in and day out, the muscles in his legs would beg for release, to no avail. The metal walls around him slowly drove him to madness. A man dressed in red and black held a hand out towards him and ordered him to continue running. To never stop. To send the serum through his blood faster and farther along it's cycle. Until he became the untouchable weapon the sadist longed for him to be.
He ran alright. Boy did he run.
For days. Weeks, Months? Who knew.
The boy ran until he became too much for the testing chamber to handle and the system came crashing down on top of the tyrant. Sirens surged. There had been a prison break. It didn't matter, though. The blue one couldn't control his speed and continued through the corridors until his brain shut off. Though his legs were their own entity.
Running through the Final Zone. Running past a suspicious man who seemed all too familiar, though his clothes were inverted. Running into a beast of blue and crimson with spiked armbands. The collision so strong that the beast had lost his own bearings much like himself.
He remembered little. But what he did recall leeched onto his mind like the musk of a skunk.
Where was he now?
Where did he run to?
Was he dead? How he longed for an answer.
"Hey… Blue… Wake…" His mind was an ocean, much like the water that licked at his bloody feet. His eyes slowly opened, the sunlight shining into them. He didn't have to shield them though, as two blotches shaded his vision. They slowly came into focus, one larger than the other. A purple cat on the right, a green amphibian on the left. Was he still out of it?
"Who…what…?" The blue hedgehog slowly rose, hold his head in agony, "Crap, my head feels like an elephant sat on it. And then stepped on it for good measure."
The purple cat stood to his feet, "Hey, blue dude. Are you alright? Where did you come from?"
The frog shook his head, his white t-shirt flowing in the warm air, "I doubt he remembers. He looks as if he just got done sprinting through a stack of needles, ribbit!"
The hedgehog slowly turned and looked back at them, "W…Where am I?"
The cat nodded, "I reckon you're in Soleanna, kid! The happiest Constitutional Monarchy this side of the Free World!"
The frog hopped up and down, "This place is full of awesome stops, ribbit! We've got beaches, and ski resorts, and even an ancient desert!"
The hedgehog shook his body a big, trying to dry himself off, "Really? This place sounds epic, then…Way better than where I was before…But…"
The feline folded his arms, "I think I get why you're feelin' down. You seem like you came from a rough place, but now that you're here, you're kinda on your own."
The drifter smirked, "It kinda sucks, but honestly, I'd rather be homeless in some nice country like this rather than trapped in the Final Zone."
The frog jumped onto the cat's back, "Hey big guy! Maybe he should go see the Princess! Then he might be able to stay in the Resort as well!"
The hedgehog slowly stood, his muscles protesting, "Princess? You mean I could get a place to stay?"
The feline nodded his head, "If you pull your weight, I'm sure you could get a suite here all to yourself little, blue self! Let's go see her!"
The hedgehog smiled, hope filling his heart, "Aww yeah! This is happenin'!" He paused, "Wait, I want to thank you two, even if this doesn't work out. What's your names?"
The feline tipped his hat at the wanderer, "The name's Big the Cat! Professional fisherman and couch potato! If you ever enjoy any of the sushi or fillets here at the resort, you can thank yours truly!"
The frog hopped up and down on Big's shoulders, "And I'm Tiny, Big's little brother, ribbit!"
The hedgehog lifted an eyebrow, "Tiny?"
"Trust me, ribbit – this guy was gonna give me a name ten times worse than that."
Big rolled his eyes, "I was tired at the time, okay? I reckon I just suggested the first thing to come to mind!"
Tiny protested, "Bullcrap, ribbit! You see a frog, and you suggest "Froggy?" You didn't even try!"
The fisherman ignored his friend and pointed towards the blue hedgehog, "What about you, partner? What's y'all name?"
The wanderer sighed, looking down at his bare feet, the ripped jacket along his shoulders floating like a cape, "Subject #14…" He looked up at the two friends, his green eyes filled with sadness, "I…I don't have a name…"
