Tails was finally awake now, so Stylus had nobody to rudely wake up while working to find a way to store the spare parts. Well, the robot assumed the fox was awake. The X Tornado was gone, leaving the garage surprisingly roomy.
He could replicate the same box as the first ones, but that would take too much effort and time. A few days at-most. Unfortunately, with the presence of Doctor Eggman and the government, he didn't really have a few free days.
Stylus instead carried a few loads of the spare parts upstairs, putting it behind his self-proclaimed "prison-table." After a few minutes of back-and-forth, Stylus eventually cleared out the workbench.
That would work for the time being. Stylus decided he could make a custom sack. under Lorem's advice and last words, he had tried out many things. Sewing was not the best subjects he tried out, but in this case, he's just making a sack. Two pieces sewn together. What was so hard about that?
Oh wait, getting the material. That meant he needed to find a shop that sells a good material... That meant going out into the organic city again... Well, strength in numbers, or he could get someone more familiar with the city to go get it. Stylus exited the garage via the side door.
The glass panes of the walkway "tunnel" had been replaced by now. He wasn't sure by whom. Hell, he never really saw who did it.
Stylus entered the side door into the mansion, marking the first time he had been in the building to begin with. It was... big... to say the least. Even the token rich guy back in Fearless Winds didn't have a house as big and decorated as this. Said rich guy's been dead for about two decades...
Thinking about it, the robot had been to a lot of funerals in his time.
His thought process ceased when he spotted a fire place. Stylus took the liberty to produce the business card from his pocket and tossed it in...
Stylus was about to turn away when he noticed that it didn't go in. Rather, it seemed to bounce off of something and land on the floor. Stylus picked up the card and took a closer look at the fire place. This didn't look like any fire place he had seen. It was a transparent pane with many nozzles hidden amongst the all-black background.
What the hell was this? Stylus asked as he attempted to find a way to throw it in.
"That's the gas fireplace," said the butler. Stylus spun around, startled.
"Don't do that, please." Stylus said.
The butler smirked. It was kind of disturbing. "If you want, I can dispose of it for you."
Stylus slowly nodded, and handed said card to the butler. "By the way, where's everyone else?"
"Master Chris is off to school. Tails and Sonic are off to find chaos emeralds. Amy and Cream are getting ready to go shopping with-
"Shopping?" Stylus asked before the butler could finish the sentence. It wasn't because the writer couldn't remember the maid's name if it had been beaten into his dumb head. It was because this was a perfect opportunity. "Permission to join the shopping trip?" Stylus asked.
It was responded with a strange look by the butler. "You'll need to ask them, not me," he finally replied verbally.
Stylus nodded, followed with a "Thanks" before he started walking through assorted rooms in the mansion. He didn't find them until he returned to the lobby- where they were about to leave.
"Could I tag along?" Stylus asked, "I need to get some materials."
He figured that rich cats like these people would be relatively honored to lend a few of whatever currency they've adopted over the years Stylus was gone.
"I don't see why not," replied the... Was that the maid? Was it A maid? It was difficult to determine.
Several minutes later, Stylus found himself strolling next to the pink one, (he assumed she was Amy) Cream, and the maid. Along the way, Stylus formally introduced himself. He then found out the maid's name was Ella.
It unnerved him that Ella could sound like that Doctor Eggman fellow if she really really tried. Irrelevant, however. Stylus walked with the trio to a clothes shop.
As they entered, Stylus removed his hat to examine. It was an old hat... Very old. Burn marks, dirt, dust, grime, salt stains. It was a damn ugly hat.
He found it beautiful in its complexity. Still, a new hat, trousers, and backpack wouldn't be uncalled-for. Amy, Cream, and Ella moved on for their own shopping. Stylus started his browsing down the aisles.
In a section labeled "SPORTS" by the giant sign hanging from the high ceilings via chains, Stylus spotted a few large duffel bags. Each were perfect to fit all of the spare parts and more. He picked one up. It wasn't that heavy either. Material felt incredibly durable.
Perhaps the technology of these organics aren't so primitive after all... Or maybe he just wasn't used to seeing this kind of thing anymore, what with spending-
Stella was fifty-two when Patrick entered their lives... Wait, what the hell? Where did that memory fragment come from?
Regardless, Stylus crunched the numbers at incredible speed. He then finally figured out how long he had been gone: Seventy-three years.
That was it? Stylus knew that Doctor Robotnik could get robots to build a city of this scale within that time span, but this city- by organics? The city itself even looked to be older than seventy-three. Something was wrong with the presence of this city. Something unusual, maybe even ethereal, probably worked to make sure this city was here. It would explain how Stylus had never seen these types of organics before.