RIP...RIP...RIP

That's the sound of me ripping up the rights to Sonic and Clue

DISOWNED!

I DON'T OWN MUCH, just the idea of the story

Now for the story

[Chapter Three: Dinner is served]

"Sit where you find your name," Shadow says as the seven of them file into the Dinning room.

"Shadow, this isn't your house right," Knuckles asks Shadow while everyone is sitting down.

"No, it belongs to a friend of mine. I asked if I could borrow it for tonight. But, I have to "buttle" the house," Shadow says in a sort of laughing tone.

"Which means what exactly," knuckles asks like he was some kind of idiot.

"I need to keep the kitchen and dinning room as clean as possible."

"I have a question too," Sonic interjects as Knuckles is sitting down.

"Who cares" Shadow angrily says as Blaze walks in with bowls of soup.

"Flicky Wing Soup" Blaze says as she starts giving them to the guests. They all start eating their soup when they hear a slurping sound. Everyone looks across the table to see Sonic Slurping the soup, and Amy follows by a just as annoying slurp.

"Is the seventh chair for our host, the Mr. Fuchsia from my letter?" Silver asks Shadow, pulling out the grayish piece of paper from his pocket.

"No, he's the seventh guest," Shadow says still standing in the same spot from when they started eating.

"I thought he was he was our host," Sonic said, and then everyone else agreed with him simultaneously.

"What will he eat?" Sally says, as she's always thinking of other people.

"I will keep something warm for him," Blaze says as she's leaving.

-5 Minutes Later-

Blaze comes out with an unappetizing Blob on each plate.

"I love this dish, it's my favorite!" says Sally as it's placed in front of her.

"I know" Shadow quickly answers.

Just as Silver is about to take a bite, a lighting strike scares him and he sends it flying. "Sorry, I'm accident prone" he says to Rouge. Then a dinging sound goes through the whole house. 'There he is' Shadow says to himself.

In the distance, there is some conversation heard, but only 5 lines are heard,

'Ah, Shadow it's...wait why are you locking us in?'

'Aren't we going to ever leave?'

'Over my dead body, I'll take it those are the "Gifts" the letter spoke of.'

'You'll have to find out later.'

Shadow walks into the room followed by none other then Nack the Weasel.

"What the Hell is he doing here?" Knuckles jumps up from the table.

"A better question is: Why are all of you here," A long silence, "Well I'm here because of this," He pulls out a white piece of paper, "As I'm aware, mine is slightly altered from your own."

"I also received one," Shadow hastily says, pulling a lightly soaked black paper, "It says, that Mr. Fuchsia has agreed on a date to meet you all on this date to come to end a 'long standing and painful transaction,' and then some eating arrangements and a recipe for the soup," They each look at the two of them, "Will you all follow me to the Lounge, we have these matters to discuss."

[End of Chapter Three]

Oh, almost forgot Clue [Not mine] and Sonic the Hedgehog [Also Not Mine] are not mine Did I mention that they aren't mine?