CHAPTER 4

FUN

Later at an office building, a grey hippopotamus was sitting at her desk talking with a brown horse which was her boss. "I'm telling you sir, Kayla Parkinson is not dead. She's alive."

The horse crossed his arms, "Nonsense, she was killed by the Street Punks months ago. She couldn't have just rose from her grave and started to walk around like she was living again."

"Believe me sir, I know it sounds crazy but I'm not lying."

He took his hands and placed them on his forehead in frustration, "Look, we'll talk about this later just get back to work." He turned and walked away from her.

She sighed and faced her computer screen with sadness, "I don't understand why people don't believe me. I saw her, she was there. I know she was." She placed her hands on her keyboard and almost began typing again until she heard a low voice near her.

"You're crazy." It spoke.

She quickly looked away from her computer screen and faced the direction where she heard the voice but she didn't see anything. She shook her head a bit and placed her hands on her forehead, "You're starting to lose it, Jenkins." She took her hands away from her head and slowly looked over to the direction where she heard the voice, and saw her mug full of coffee just floating from her desk.

"Crazy bitch", the voice spoke again.

Her eyes widened with fright as she got out of her chair and screamed. Afterwards the mug immediately set back down on the desk.

Soon her boss quickly ran over to her in shock, "What's wrong?"

"The mug was floating and..."

"What the hell are you talking about?" He asked as he rose an eyebrow.

She was silent as she began thinking about how crazy she sounded.

He sighed, "Why don't you go into the bathroom and relax yourself. And when you're done calming yourself down, I want to see your typed documents about that Kayla girl."

"Yes, sir", she muttered. She then went into the bathroom leaving her boss thinking more deeply about her.

He sighed, "I think I made a terrible mistake when I gave her this job", he said in a low tone so no one else could hear him. He then walked away from her desk.

Afterwards the so called talking mug was no other than Shadow, sat in her chair and started to look through her documents. "Where is it", he muttered. He then spotted a folder that read, 'Parkinson, Kayla.' He took it out and glanced through her work. "Lets see what she wrote about her." He began to read a few lines, "Even though Kayla is alive, she seems that she doesn't know about how terrible that black hedgehog is. I recommend for her to be kept in an orphanage so she can remain safe and away from that perverted druggy, Shadow the Hedgehog." He gritted his teeth in anger and frustration, "Oh that fat son of a bitch." He took the papers out of the folder and threw them in a nearby trash can. "I'll show her." He faced her computer and began typing.

Once the grey hippopotamus came out of the bathroom, she was confronted by her boss again.

"Feeling better?" He asked.

She nodded, "A little."

"Okay let me see what information you gathered on the child."

"Oh yeah, Kayla." She walked over to her desk and spotted the folder setting on her desk. She picked it up and gave it to him.

After when he looked in it, he looked up at her with a frown. "Is this your idea of a sick joke?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

He angrily gave the folder back to her so she could read it.

She looked in it and saw every single page filled with the sentence, 'I'm crazy.' She looked away from it with her mouth hung open, "I-I didn't write this. I swear I didn't."

"Oh yeah? Then who did?"

"...The mug."

"What?" Did she actually say the mug did it? He was starting to think that she had completely lost it.

"The mug. It talked to me and said that I was crazy."

"Oh really? Well, I just might agree with the talking mug. Listen to me, I want you to go home and get some rest."

"But what about my job?"

He crossed his arms, "You don't have to worry about your job anymore. Your job as a social worker is over."

She gasped, "I'm...fired?"

He nodded.

"I told you it was the mug damn it! I'm not freaking crazy!"

"I don't care if you're crazy or not. Just get the hell out of my sight!"

As they argued, Shadow happily flung the doors to the office open and walked out scaring the people that were going into the office.

Later on the street across from the museum, Vector walked over to a purple cat that was spray painting everything black with a spray paint can. "Hey Ton, what's with the black?"

She faced Vector with a wide smile, "Oh hi, Vector. I was just trying to figure out what had happened to Shadow."

"And you're doing this by spray painting everything black?"

"I know it sounds stupid but it's not." She pointed to a black trash can, "You see that black trash can over there? That was once invisible."

"It was?" He repeated with disbelief.

"Well yeah. You see, Vector this was the very spot where Shadow first disappeared. So I'm thinking that the trash can was around him when Shadow had gotten shot with that weird gun."

"So you're saying that he's like invisible or something?"

She nodded, "Yeah, pretty much."

"So he still must be alive."

"And out there some where. Who knows where he went."

"I know one thing. He better bring his sorry ass back at the Chaotix instead of playing practical jokes on everyone." As he stepped forward, he hit his right foot on a really hard object. He yelped and held his foot, "What in the hell did I hit?"

Tonya kneeled towards the ground and touched a cold metal object with her hand. She rose an eyebrow, "What the?" She then painted the object with the black spray can until she could figure out what the object was. "It's a fire hydrant."

He looked over to Tonya, "So you're theory must be right. Shadow did turn invisible somehow. Lets just hope that he didn't get himself into too much trouble."

Later at Rouge's house, Rouge was in her bedroom sitting on her bed worried to death about where Shadow was. She stared at her wall across from her in sadness, "I hope you're all right, Shadow."

"Don't worry, Rouge. I'm fine."

Rouge then jumped as she was startled by the voice that had came out of nowhere, but somehow it sounded pretty familiar. She started to look around the room, but she didn't see anyone. "Maybe I was just hearing things", she thought.

"No, Rouge. You did hear a voice."

When she heard the strange voice again, she jumped off her bed and pulled out a small pocket knife. "Whoever you are, show yourself right now before I kill you!"

"Whoa, hold it bat girl. It's me, Shadow."

Her eyes widened with relief, "Shadow? Where are you?"

"In front of you. I could get closer to you if you dropped the knife."

She quickly dropped the knife to the floor and tried her hardest to see Shadow but she couldn't. It was like he was invisible or something. "Shadow, I can't see you."

"I know you can't."

"But how?"

"Remember I got hit with that weird looking gun last night."

She nodded, "Yeah, I remember."

"Well, that gun made me...well invisible somehow."

"It sure sucks that I can't see you."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you can't touch me."

Rouge was then pulled into the unseen hedgehog in an embrace. Even though she couldn't see him, she felt his warm hands on her back and his hot breath reflecting off her neck. She couldn't help but to blush. Just as she was about to say something, Shadow had spoken first.

"Hey, Rouge. I have a question to ask."

"What is it?"

"Have you ever had invisible sex before?"

After that question, her face was as red as a cherry. "Shadow, we can't have sex. What's the point if I can't see you?" She then felt his warm lips touch hers for a short time until he finally took his mouth from hers.

"It's okay. I'll do all the work for both of us."

She smiled with her blush still left on her face, "I guess some time off wouldn't hurt."