So…Somepersonoutthere and I finally resolved everything and decided it was all a misunderstanding, so now she'll help me edit my chappies! Yay! Also, a little edit. Dash's name is changed to Rush due to certain issues my invisible readers already know about. Anyway, on with the story!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Sonic the Hedgehog! I do, however, own all their kids. Wow…that sounded weird. O.o
Somewhere in the forests near Angel Island, a figure dashed through the trees. She was her father's living copy - or, she would be, if not for the small differences in her slightly lighter shade of ebony fur and the pure white stripes replacing the red. Her eyes were of a golden hue. Shade was something of a goth. She wore a white collared shirt with a red tie and a pleated red and black plaid skirt. Among her accessories were black leather studded bracelets and a black leather studded crossbelt around her waist to match. Her shoes were, in fact, an exact copy of her father's. Her evening run was interrupted by her cell phone's shrill ring. She groaned and picked up, not caring to stop. "What?"
"Ummm…I guess I picked a bad moment?"
Shade sighed, "What do you want, Faker Jr.?"
"Stop calling me that, Miss Bad Attitude!"
"I'll call you whatever I want, Faker Jr.!" She made sure to stress out that last part.
Sam growled, "And here I am, thinking I'd actually invite you over to the party. Silly me! You'd never want to come, anyway!" She immediately hung up. At least she made the effort.
Shade closed her cell, smirking. Now she had something interesting to do tonight.
Sam decided it was time to go. Since her parents undoubtedly knew Caleb's parents were out, they would never willingly let her go over to his place. She arranged some pillows on her bed to look like she was fast asleep in it and headed to the window, ready to jump out. She stopped short when she felt someone pull on her shirt.
"I'M INNOCENT!" She cried, raising her arms up into the air as if she was at gunpoint. Five seconds of silence later she turned around to see her younger brother staring at her. "Oh, it's just you Rush. You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
Rush still looked at her intently, as if he wanted something. "Ohhh…you want to come, too?" Rush nodded. "Did you fix your bed?" He nodded again. Sam smiled, rubbing his head affectionately. "You're learning well, lil' bro. Hop on, let's get going." She picked him up on piggyback, then jumped out the window and sprinted off.
The Eggman Empire remained the same as ever. Cold, metallic, and sinister. Robots worked day in and day out to keep it in shape, though the maintenance of the robots themselves now depended mainly on their creator's young successor.
Ricky Robotnick did not really have a normal birth. He was originally meant to be a clone of Doctor Eggman himself, but ended up being nothing more than a baby in need of being brought up like a regular child. Though most of the bringing up was done by nanny bots, Ricky's education was solely his 'father's' duty.
Even with the Doctor's careful education of his son, Ricky is still a rebellious teenager. He does many things that infuriate his father, but all in all, they are very alike.
On this particular night, Ricky strutted into Eggman's main computer room. He ran his hand through his messy orange hair, which was held back by a pair of dark goggles. His outfit was a more fashionable version of the Doctor's. His offending red jacket that hung loosely over his shoulders was open, showing a white shirt underneath. He wore lightly baggy black pants and a pair of white sneakers.
He walked to the middle of the room, and said, "I'm going out tonight."
"Where exactly do you think you're going?" Came the answer from behind a large swiveling chair that had its back at him.
"It's my business. None of your concern. I do think it might come in handy to our cause, however."
The chair turned to face him. Doctor Ivo "Eggman" Robotnick didn't change much over the years. Perhaps a few more wrinkles had formed on his face and quite a bit of gray hairs had appeared on his huge moustache. "Tell me more."
Ricky put his hands behind his head in a relaxed fashion, "I told you, it's none of your business. But if my theory's right, I can make the blue hedgehog and his whole family disappear as if they never existed." Ricky smirked as he heard his father's trademark evil laugh while he walked away.
This'll be a looooong night.