Take a Moment – A TranceKing123 Fanfiction
A/N: Updated. When you proofread your stuff after a long break, you realize that you suck hard. ;D
Disclaimer: All characters, places, and event associated with the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise belongs to SEGA. Other OC's, places, and events belong to me or their respective owner.
This fic is M. You've been warned.
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Chapter 3: Twitter is So Cool
Welcome home, bitch.
People forget that famous people aren't necessarily rich. Some are. If they do get loaded, they spend it on shit they don't need.
Of course, at this point and time, Sonic wasn't a celebrity. Not even close. He just crashed at one of his friend's house. Everyone thought they were enemies, but truth was, they weren't. Sonic and Knuckles actually had a good roommate situation going on. They each pitched in their payments, and after that, it was solid.
Sonic didn't know any fucking thing about electronic music until Knuckles came along. He was into the electro house and techno scene, in which Sonic got carried on to dubstep. Knuckles wasn't the biggest fan of the music. Yet, when there was heavy electro or techno influence, he could be counting to angling his arm like a chicken wing and moving his forearm up and down. Also, Knuckles gave the occasional finger pistol shooting motions to the modulating basslines. Since the "dubstep wobble bass" was being heavily incorporated into other genres of EDM, he could actually stand it.
Sonic walked into the average sized house. It would probably sell for $200,000 USD if it were here on Earth. The walls were still white. There was a central hallway, living room at the end of it. Sonic sometimes would mistake it for an old person's house. Nobody in the place gave a fuck. Plus, the blaring music proved wrong otherwise.
"Hey Grim3r, what's up?" Knuckles called out.
"Nothing much, Rav3r. How's shit going?"
Sonic decided to take a small hike up the mountain behind their neighborhood to get shit off his mind. He didn't care about the drug overdose he has the other night; there was a heavy chance that Knuckles was a drug addict as well. It was the events at Tails' studio.
He wasn't gonna blow that shit off. He knew that it wasn't something to learn off of. His mouth was still a little salty. But hey, that shit tasted fucking good. Eating pussy should've been a side job for him. But what money would that make? You'd have to pay the fucking bitch, she didn't pay you.
What bullshit.
"Hey, Sonic. I want to ask you a question."
"What's up, Knucks?"
"I've been thinking... We've been giga-normous fans of the club scene. Just a few nights ago, we were at the Solar Storm concert. And I was thinking something, that whole time."
"Was it 'This dude is a fucking badass?'"
"Well, that too. But, one of the crazy things I was thinking was 'What if that was me? What if that was Sonic? What if that was both of us?'"
Sonic went deep into thought. Well, he has some point.
Knuckles continued. "I was thinking that we need to save up for Ableton Live. It'd be fucking awesome to have. I know that you've been working on a side project-"
"We just disbanded."
"Oh. What went down?"
Sonic didn't want Knuckles to know about what happened. Then again, he didn't want anybody to know. He hoped that nobody ever learned about this. Sonic was just begging that the others kept it down about what happened. Since the studio was soundproof... Wait, was it?
"We, uhhh, got bored."
"Ah. See, I told you FL Studio is bullshit."
"Knucks, shut the fuck up. It fucking rocks! Why the fuck is everybody so fucking mean to FL?"
"Well, I don't know. It's because noobs use it?"
"So fucking what? I don't give a fuck. Fucking K.C.I.D. uses that shit."
"Yeah, I get that. But, FL Studio doesn't have a fucking awesome and fully customizable DJ platform inside of it?"
"Neither does Pro Tools. Oh, and Logic doesn't have it either."
"Alright, Sonic. You got me. But still, it'd be cool if we learned the science of sound and became legends!"
"Dude, fuck the science of sound. You throw shit together. If it sounds good, you master it. Done. The currency loads in your pockets afterwards."
Sonic quickly pulled out his portable internet browser. He didn't know how much Ableton Live would cost, but he hoped it was under an affordable range. The external and internal add-ons could be added later.
Knuckles didn't notice what Sonic was doing, so he continued on. "Come on, Sonic. You can just throw shit together. There's EQ, modulation, cleaning, ducking... I could go on."
Sonic had almost made it to the pricing page to see how much Ableton would cost. He guessed there would be a few different versions to choose from.
"Which version were you looking at?" Sonic asked.
Knuckles hastily responded, "Ableton Live Suite 8."
Sonic looked at the pricing. "Oh God. Knuckles, really? Where are we gonna find all these coins? No way am I going on a stupid fucking 2D side scrolling trek into the unknown."
"Look, it's not that hard. I'm sure we could earn or collect that many coins in no time and save it away."
"Knuckles, it's eight hundred coins. Where the fuck can we find eight hundred of those... of those... those fucking gold donuts?"
Knuckles paused for a moment. "Well, I guess you are right. We need to earn it somehow. I just don't know how. You wonder where Trololol, Ranch That Bitch, and Ionize all got those 800 coins."
Sonic thought the feat of collecting all those coins would be a fucking nightmare. The most they could try for was Abelton's regular version.
"Well, Knuckles. We could save up for the five hundred coins and get the standard. Then, we could upgrade later."
"It's mandatory that you always get the best of the best with computer programing."
"You say that to a guy who only has iTunes, Google Chrome, and Minecraft on a 64 bit Quad core spaceship-launching computer."
Sonic looked back at the Ableton website. Now... Why the fuck is it so much more expensive?
Knuckles didn't say another word as he stormed straight back into his bedroom. He was really put down at the fact that he probably wasn't going to get Ableton anytime soon. They'd each just have to work really hard at earning those coins, put the money together, and start off.
After all, that's what roommates do, right? Sonic wondered if the Goryella act of Michael Verwest and Ferry Corsten were ever roommates. They probably were. Whatever, people didn't ever care.
Sonic was about to head over to his bedroom when he heard Solar Storm music blasting out of the bedroom of Knuckles. Okay, alright.
Sonic grabbed some Oreo Fudge Creams out of the pantry in the kitchen and brought it back to his room. Not a very impressive room, it was painted the same blue color as Sonic. It had a standard wood frame bed, a closet with closet doors, a bedside table with different things scattered all over it, and his technologic corner. It had a computer hard drive, PS2, and PS3 all hooked up to a 30 inch TV with a footrest and game shelve hybrid under it. There was also a standard blue bean bag on front of it all.
And that was basically it.
Sander decided to turn on the TV and boot up his hard drive. He didn't know what the fuck he would do, but he decided he would try something useful.
He wondered if he should look up music mastering. He then thought about playing Minecraft. Some blasting Windows Media Player tunes would be fucking awesome as well.
Sonic typed in his credentials.
Username: Grim3r
Password: *********************
After Sonic was logged in, he quickly opened up his media player and scrolled down his tremendous list of music. He did have some prog house, but his library was mostly dedicated to the "step of dub," as he sometimes referred it to. Maybe it was lame, but that shit worked for him.
He went down to "StarGFS" and played his tracks. StarGFS was a dubstep group; hell knows who the fuck was in it. Their basses weren't necessarily heavy or grimy, but more spacy and sweepy, hence the name.
He put all their stuff on shuffle and looked around on his computer to see what he could do. He decided Minecraft would be a good pastime activity to go forth with.
He had a free cracked version of Minecraft. He wasn't gonna pay 33 coins for it. Sure, the game was fun as hell, but who the fuck would pay a 33 coin fee for a pixelated and super basic game? You could get extremely fun and detailed PS2 games for only 4 coins nowadays.
He wanted to play with other people, so he checked all of his friend's IP servers. None were up.
He could always work on his own world. He was busy building a crazy house, although he had the difficulty on peaceful and the "Too Many Items" mod installed. It occasionally lagged, sending Sonic into a mouse clicking frenzy before he gave his computer the blue screen of death and a Minecraft corruption, in which he had to fish out the cracked ware again. That wasn't fun, considering how his main search engine "Spectation LLC" was a piece of shit.
But he decided today would be a lucky day for him, and that the mod wouldn't crash.
He opened up the EXE. It brought him to the main menu.
He clicked play, but he got distracted.
Something came up in the bottom right of the computer screen, on the toolbar. It was some sort of message, sent from Skype. Sonic didn't even know if he had a Skype.
He clicked on the logo. He then looked for his pen name somewhere, but couldn't find it.
He then looked at other stuff that was on the screen. It was an anonymous message sent to an IP address that was from hell knows where. Sonic was almost scared to read the message. What if it was some WS Reputation or Trojan Horse? Sonic knew anonymous messages were often links to supposedly "illegal underage pornography," which even he thought was disgusting.
But hey, as long as Sonic just didn't click the links...
He opened the message and quickly went for his anti-virus software icon on his desktop.
While it was booting up, he saw the message. At the top was a weird looking square, the type of square you see when TrueType fonts were either unsupported or completely glitched out. What was under the square was possibly even scarier than Sonic had imagined.
"I can't let you go on any further."
The reason this freaked out Sonic was because he and Knuckles just talked about starting a group. Plus, Sonic was going out all he could to make sure that nobody heard about the incident.
Did someone leak it out?
No, it couldn't be. Who, of anyone, would leak out that information? Rouge was probably dead, Amy was a pussy, (and a shitty ex) and Tails was very secretive. There was no way it was leaked.
Finally, the anti-virus software opened, and after 5 seconds, Skype quickly shut down.
A message from the software began as what Sonic expected. "Threat detected:" was the beginning of the message.
But what Sonic saw afterwards shit his pants.
"Threat detected: location detector."
Sonic got really nervous. He had moved in with Knuckles very recently, he had to since he broke up with Amy. Now that he was in a different house, he thought nobody knew where he lived.
That just occurred to be true, since Sonic was just tracked.
But, why? What was the big deal about this? Why was Sonic, of all critters here, being tracked for no apparent reason?
Maybe it wasn't that bad. After all, at least the other computer, whoever the fuck was controlling it, wasn't phishing or putting shit on his computer. His computer was safe.
But why did this person write "I can't let you go on any further," and send it with a location detector? It gave the impression that somebody was trying to kill Sonic. There were no reasons to do so, though. Maybe it was an old enemy. You never know this kind of stuff.
Sonic soon stooped worrying about it. A crazy bass drop was just given by one of StarGFS's tracks.
There was a knock on the door shortly after. He knew it was Knuckles. Sonic turned down the volume since it was blasting. Knuckles was probably going to complain about the loudness of the music over his electro.
"What's up, Knucks?"
"Sonic! Dude, I just found a monster track on iTunes, and the charts are showing otherwise! You have to check this out!"
"Uhhh, can you explain it to me really quickly?"
"Fuck yeah I can! Okay, first of all, it's not the step, or the no of tech. It's an uplifting trance track. I actually think that shit is cheesy, but this track fucking kills!"
"Where'd you hear about the track?"
"It was on the 'Just Released' section of the dance page on iTunes. I decided to check it out since 2 people had already given it 5 stars within the first couple minutes."
Sonic got up and walked over to Knuckles room. Knuckles had a room that was very similar to Sonic's room. The walls were the color of his quills as well. His bed had an orange metal frame. There was a large space and a Nintendo Wii in the back. The wireless internet router was in this room, and Knuckles also had a 64-bit computer, but it was more of a media playing computer, only being Tri-Core and having a really crazy soundcard and a very adequate graphics card.
The song was up on the computer. Sonic immediately looked at the album artwork to see what type of release it was.
The song happened to be a single. The title of the single was Too Much for This (feat. Aruna), and it was by some guy named Therapeutication. The record label was KickShot Records, with the logo being the background image for the single.
"Well, it's definitely a track you have to hear," Knuckles explained to a much questioned face of Sonic. With the name of Therapeutication, Sonic had to question the song choice. But, he guessed the vocalist would take the cake and bake it.
The 1 minute 30 second snippit of the track demonstrated an aggressive, almost rap-style lyrics that gritted through a saw pad and a not very heavy sine wave bass. What stood out to Sonic was the line, "Bitch, it's too much for this, I can't take the load." The line showed a destructive style that only hinted the forceful following line.
"Love isn't fists, screams, and what I wasn't told."
This particular lyrical demonstration was very interestingly backed behind a dreamy yet creepy saw-type lead that was pretty detuned. Another creepy subtle lead was in the background. Gated cowbells and tambourines were ducked, compressed, and shifted to the left speaker with a very dark, deep reverb. The preview finally ended, and it was a crazy surprise. The track was pretty badass.
But for Sonic, the vocals really stood out. Such an aggravated and gritty vocal recording made no sense to put inside of a dream trance track.
"I was wondering... Did these two maybe just create a new subgenre?" Knuckles asked.
Sonic paused, so Knuckles cut him off and continued. "Even the strings and piano were very eerie. It had all the characteristics of a dream trance track, but was more of a... Well, it seemed like a nightmare trance track."
"You know, you do have a point."
Sonic strolled out of the room afterwards. Aruna's vocals were very different. He'd have to learn more about her. Her vocals were made for dubstep, and Sonic was sure she had come from the dubstep community.
When Sonic made it back to his computer, he opened up his internet browser, Chrome. He quickly typed "Aruna – Vocalist" in the search engine bar at his homepage. Up came a link to a Facebook page and a Twitter account. He clicked on the Twitter link, and it brought him to the page.
Aruna had only 27 followers, which came as a crazy shock to him. Maybe that was her debut track.
He scrolled down a few posts to see what she wrote. Sonic flew down 5 posts, and read them from oldest to newest.
2 days ago: enjoying some old dubstep, flux pavilion 4 lyf ;)
As much as Sonic got bothered by the grammatical errors, he was happy that he had predicted the fact that she was a dubstep fan.
But, who was Flux Pavilion? Sonic had never heard of him^.
He looked at the next Twitter post.
Yesterday: omg, i had a phazer put on my voice wowowowow!
What a toolbag, Sonic thought. Everybody knew what a phaser was, and it was not spelled with a Z.
Yesterday: bitcrush time!
Bitcrushers were very common in the vocal trance business. But they were even bigger in dubstep music. Sonic wondered which she was referring to.
16 hours ago: hahaha monster dj living literally in a hotel by me, love his vibe, he loves music
Now who the fuck would this be? Sonic came to the conclusion that it was Therapeutication, and that the next tweet would say exactly what Sonic thought it would.
35 minutes ago: VoiceNation Update: Vocals by Aruna on track "Too Much for This," by Therapeutication. Check it out by clicking here.
Since Sonic had already listened to the track, he didn't need to worry. He scrolled back up to get a closer look at Aruna.
Not a bad profile picture at all, Sonic pondered. It was a picture of her in a soundbox with a bottle of Absolut Citrus in her right hand, and her left in the air with the index and pinky finder up. The pigment of her was some sort of florescent green that glowed inside of the soundbox. She looked like she knew what she was doing while being wasted at the same time. That was the first time Sonic had ever seen that. Especially for a fox.
He enlarged the photo on her profile to look for a possible piece of paper with lyrics on it. After it enlarged, he looked around and finally found a piece of paper taped to the back right of the wall. It wasn't fully shown in the picture. All Sonic could make out was "Mother fucking ba-," which was a little interesting, especially with the alcohol. This was probably just a small little piece that she had to record. Plus, he could only guess it said, "Mother fucking bass, bitch!" This would make perfect sense.
Sonic closed out of the window, and then out of Twitter.
As soon as he did, the doorbell rang. "I got it!" exclaimed Sonic as he ran over to the door.
Sonic opened the door to see the face of a perplexed Shadow. He was the first to speak.
"Sonic? You visiting Knuckles?"
It was almost like the truth just couldn't be spoken. Sonic had to lie. "Yeah, just visiting."
"Say, Sonic. I need to ask you a question."
"Shoot." Sonic knew Shadow very well. No way was Shadow gonna throw a curve ball.
He finally spoke up.
"I was wondering, do you maybe know where Rouge is?"
*****:)(:*****
"Oh my God. Wow, what happened?"
Aruna had caught Tails, who had started to tip over like a lamp.
Tails had to breath deep for a second. He needed to recover his thoughts and just relax. Every now and then, Tails' mind would overload and send Tails into blackness as soon as he hit the floor.
Collapsing in front of Aruna was even more embarrassing than Tails had imagined.
But, soft paws had caught his fall. Tails caught a mouthful of fur as he was pushed upwards back on his feet.
"I'm sorry..."
"Oh no need, I black out quite a bit as well. Mind overloads are crazy, aren't they?"
Tails was trying to figure out why it had been more awkward than it should have. As he fell, he in fact did go straight into her arms. But he got a face full of fur... He hoped that it was on her neck.
"I, uhhh, didn't make that awkward, did I?"
"Oh no, Tails. You just blacked out. I could see it in your eyes. Here, get to your couch and sit down. I need to make a phone call anyways."
Aruna helped Tails over to his bedroom where he got into the bed. Aruna walked away, and Tails started to notice that he had a grueling headache. He just stayed still, lying on his bed for a few seconds when Aruna came back with an ice pack and some Advil.
She put it on the bedside table.
"Look, Tails. Just recover for a bit. And don't say you feel awkward. I've been in much worse situations before, so it's all good. Mommy's gotcha! Hehehe!"
Even with the headache, Tails could still think. And her thought about something for sure. The tone in which Aruna had said "Mommy's gotcha" was throwing him way off. He also wondered how she had found that Advil and Ice Pack so fast. Maybe she lived in the complex...
He quickly got the Advil, opened up the container, and popped two inside of his mouth. Since a glass of water was already on the table, he washed the medication down with that.
His phone was also on the side of the bed. He quickly picked it up and opened up his e-mail.
He put in his credentials and logged in. His inbox had zero unread messages, to his dismay.
Suddenly, Albion's Air (Ferry Corsten Open Air Remix) started playing out of nowhere. This was his ringtone, so he looked at the screen.
It was Cosmo. And if this just couldn't get more awkward...
"Hey!"
"Mmmm?" Tails mumbled.
"What? Your dick hurt from last week still?"
"You bit it really fucking hard."
"Whatever. Egg Nog or whatever still good."
"Ummm, A: Verkeer Nög, and B: No."
"Oh yeah. That stupid fucking O with the fucking shit on top. What? Those two tits on the O are fucking lame. Fucking hate that thing. When's this shit happening? Your cock's got shit planned tonight."
"Yeah, about that..."
Tails didn't have time to think of a response.
"Ummm, WHAT?" She raged.
Tails hung up the cell phone.
That probably wasn't a good idea. Anything to get him away from that bitch was good for him though. Tails was enjoying his Tuesdays, especially the free part of it. That was just something to do, since he didn't have a job, or a life.
Too bad he has one now. Tails knew his newfound project would make a lot of other mad. He could name a big list.
But Tails didn't feel like doing that. He just knew he would be pissing off a lot of people.
Now, Tails was stuck in bed for a while. He opened up his Twitter and updated it.
After putting a new post, he reread the tweet to himself.
Just Posted: Almost blacked out. Mind overload. Interesting story behind it.
Tails decided that it was fine. He closed Twitter only to see something immediately updated.
Tails' Twitter account was mentioned by somebody named "Rav3WithKnuck135," which probably stood for "Rave with Knuckles." The red dude had somehow got access to his Twitter account. He decided he'd be followed by him real quick.
Anywho, the Tweet interested Tails.
Just Posted: milesmusic officialaruna da 2 got together? Hot shit right there! :) Congrats
Tails decided to check out Aruna's Twitter, he thought he could find out about Knuckles knowing about the collab.
Once got into the officialaruna account, he looked over at the followers and recognized Knuckles right away.
He'd check his mischief later.
Tails looked at the lasted Tweet, just posted.
3 min ago: hangin wit milesmusic and we got dreamz and dirt in the database comin ;)
Dreams and dirt... Trance and dubstep... That made sense for sure.
Tails scrolled down, only to see the other posts were irrelevant to the first, at least that what it seemed. After getting bored, he completely closed Twitter. He put the phone down and decided to take a small rest.
He shut his eyes, and immediately went into a short slumber.
***)(***
When he woke up, he looked at the clock. It was 1:30 when he had taken the small nap. It now said 1:50.
Twenty minutes... That wasn't too bad.
He tried to listen to Aruna. It sounded like she was on the phone, but he couldn't make out what exactly she was saying.
No matter how much Tails attempted to think, his mind just drifted. That's never good.
He decided that pounding heavy bass into his eardrums would help.
Now, Tails was a little different than most. He liked ALL kinds of electronic music. If it was made on a computer, he liked it. At least, that was the case about 40% of the time, since Tails assumed that the other 60% of electronic noise sucked gonads.
Tails put on one of his favorite tracks, Dubba Jonny's A Brief Tutorial on Dubstep Production, the heaviest song he had, or, at least he thought.
He murmured the lyrics to himself, no way would somebody not.
"Welcome to today's tutorial on dubstep production. Typically, a tempo of 140 beats per minute is selected. First, we begin with a simple kick and snare pattern, like so."
The beat came in with the kick and snare. After more vocal pieces and other stuff faded in, the real big kicker came in, and Tails this time vocalized the sample much clearly, since he knew his head would soon be rearranged.
"And now you are ready for the most important part of any filthy dubstep anyway..."
"The drop."
Tails made sure his volume was high, and he got what he deserved. The super heavy basslines did rearrange him. Suddenly, he was full focus, just like that Armin van Buuren track. And then, Aruna walked into the room.
Tails tried to pick up Aruna talking, but he couldn't hear her. So he just said the first thing that came to his mind.
"I'm feeling 100% again, I know it."
Tails listened for footsteps, but didn't hear any. He sighed as he laid back down and put his iPod back on the table.
"Oh, are you just?"
Aruna hadn't left yet, she was just recollecting her thoughts or something.
"Well, in case you aren't-"
"No, Aruna. I'm actually fine. Got some sense into me, I had to get the gears working."
"Right, right. With the dubstep and that brutal phone call-"
Tails panicked. "YOU... YOU... UUUUUUH..."
Aruna did her stupid trademark giggle that Tails was starting to get used to. "Hehehe, I wasn't paying attention."
Tails slumped out of the bed and went to go get a protein shake. He needed one; he always needed one after a nap.
Without much struggle but lots of lag, Tails made it to his fridge as he took out an Ensure and chugged down the whole thing. After throwing it away, Tails immediately went back into his studio and booted up his computer.
"Already?" Aruna chimed. "We just finished a track..."
Tails looked at the computer screen. Turns out that his computer was in fact on, and Aruna's e-mail, Twitter, and Soundcloud were all up.
"Sorry, checking stuff."
"No worries, we need to get working."
"Actually, we have a few errands we need to run."
"How so?"
"It's a secret, hehehe."
Oh, beautiful, rape time, Tails thought.
Tails looked for his house keys and found them on top of his Kaosillator. He supposed they were just there since he was in the studio all the time. But, who knows?
Without much hesitation, the duo walked out of the apartment. Tails shut and locked the door behind him. As they were walking down the hallway towards the elevator, Tails got really excited. A big floating feeling overcame him, and his eyes lit up. He even jumped up a little. This was due to the fact that Tails had realized that he was on the path to doing what he had always dreamed about. This, of course, was releasing a song.
After thinking about that for a moment, he remembered that Aruna was on the phone and was sounding rather excited.
"Hey, Aruna. I heard you talking on the phone as well, what's up?"
"Oh, that was the record company. I was taking about my last release. Just a basic, happy song. Did it with some dude, yeah."
The look on Aruna's face didn't look promising for Tails, but he just went with it.
When they reached the elevator, Tails slammed the lobby button. It didn't register how hard Tails had hit the button, but Aruna picked up right away.
"Excited, aren't you? Hehehe."
Tails sighed. No way would he get used to that stupid laugh.
The elevator reached the lobby, and they advanced slowly. Not much was going on, but everybody who was in the complex seemed to be missing.
"Wha-? Where the fuck did everybody go?" Aruna asked.
Tails looked around for everybody. He heard the TV a little louder than normal, and...
"There's an important local news story. It has to be aired ASAP."
The two of them walked over to the breakfast buffet. On some type of pillar that connected to the ceiling, they got in the back of the possibly 40 different critters sitting in tables, sitting right in front of the TV, or leaning against the walls.
Nobody was in the back wall, which was where all the food was. This left lot of wiggle room.
Tails stood so that he was flush with the giant TV. Aruna stood right next to him, on his left. This made it a little awkward, especially considering the fact that there was a ton of room.
Suddenly, the black screen rolling that had white text that read Local News Alert disappeared, and the local news reporter came on. The reporter was a dark brown hedgehog with navy blue eyes. He was in a navy blue room, with his headset on.
After no time, he started talking.
"This just in, pandemonium at the St. Martin's hospital has taken place. One nurse and two policemen were brutally murdered today, leaving tons of people confused. Not much solid information has reached us yet; our only possible suspects are dead or have run away. Due to all the utter chaos, we were wondering what happened. This is what we have so far.
"Apparently, the nurse ad a knife stuck in her belly, and the killer had dragged it upwards to her neck before pulling off a final execution. After that, 2 policemen had arrived. We don't know much about what actually happened, but both are questionably in bits, in ways we aren't allowed to say on television. We can tell you both of their guns weren't found on them, which brings us to conclusion that the killer had stolen them.
"The clean-up wasn't fun; at least it doesn't look that clean. But, we have to tell you this. We must tell you a madman killer is roaming around Station Square, so be careful. Policemen are in every possible place we could put them, so that takes a lot off of the public. But that doesn't mean you are safe, hell, I'm not.
"Anyways, I'm now signing off. We will return to your regular programing."
Everybody was silent. Something like this hadn't ever happened in Station Square. When somebody died, it was a bloodless & strategic kill, like a jump to the head or some shit. Nothing so brutally disturbing has occurred.
The news reporter also took it like a fucking pro, and kept a mono tone the whole time, which really impressed Tails. It took some a level of badass-ness to pull that off.
"Oh... Wow..." murmured Aruna.
Tails and Aruna were the first ones to leave, not even staying for the discussion of what had happened at the hospital. They didn't need anything negative to bring them down.
As soon as the two walked out the rotating doors, Tails' phone rang.
It was Knuckles. Tails picked up.
"Yo Knucks!"
"Did you see that news? It was a live broadcast on just about every local website and TV Station. Holy shit! Brutal murder at the hospital! Who the fuck would be that crazy and fucking do that? I'm scared as fuck, mother fucker!"
"Yes Knuckles, I completely understood that."
"Fuck you, retard."
Tails had to let out a small chuckle.
"Anyways," Knuckles continued, "I decided to call the next Solar Storm! Dude, fuck yes!"
"Eeeh, I don't know, I'm not number one quality yet."
"You will be! Especially with that hot ass mother fucker you're working with. Fuck Cosmo, man, if Aruna blew you, it'd feel like fucking time traveling in your fucking Tornado. I know I hooked you up with that bitch, but maaaaaaaaaan! This bitch is a fucking lime colored mother fucker. Sex is just oozing out of her, and it's making every other chick roll over in their grave."
"That's a pretty strong statement there that you said about Cosmo."
"Right, right. Oh, and Cosmo called me, but it's completely irrelevant what she's gonna be doing to me tonight! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH YEAH BITCHES!"
Tails sighed. He looked over to Aruna, who was engulfed in her Twitter, paying no attention to Tails' phone call.
"So, uhhh, you and oral queen gonna be throwing down nasty ass basslines grinding through pumping four-on-the-floor beats?"
"That's a good idea, but that's not what we came up with for a start. We tried for cleaner shit. It turned out good."
"Speaking about good shit, did you hear Aruna's debut performance? She did this really dark trance piece with some mother fucker named Therapeutication, and that shit turned out so fucking sick ass. Her vocals took Kass Khasim to shame."
Kass Khasim had worked with just about every trance artist Tails could think of. Everyone called her "Kassic," but the alias was never used in any of her performances.
"Ah, I see. Haven't checked that shit out yet, no doubt I will."
"A'ight, mother fucker! Peace the fuck out. We be kickin' ass and chewin' bubble gum, bitches!"
"And we all outta bubblegum... Yawn."
"YEEEEEEEEAH Tails! See ya!"
"Peace!"
Tails hung up the call and turned to Aruna, who was still busy doing whatever. Tails was just trudging alongside her, hoping that she knew where she was going.
Aruna put her phone in her left glove and failed terribly. Her phones and some other unregisterable item fell out onto the ground.
Tails bend down in order to pick the stuff up. After getting both items, he inspected each for damage.
After looking a little bit at the weird looking navy blue container, he gave up and returned the items to Aruna. This time, she put the peculiar container in one glove, and her phone in another.
"That'll do, thanks," Aruna vocalized.
As they were strolling down to Station Square, which wasn't too far away, they chatted about the latest news in their careers, which of course was nothing at all.
By the time they reached Station Square, Aruna got excited.
"Almost there! It's kind of in a weird spot."
Tails tried to respond to what Aruna had said, but something else had entered his mind.
"Where the fuck are you taking me?"
"Oh, not my place. It'd, ummm, you'll see. But that's my only clue. Hehehe."
Do you like lemonade? Tails thought to himself.^^ After shaking that off, Aruna led him to a small business place. It looked like one of those city plaza's your town has with the few fast food restaurants, small businesses, and occasionally a big store. You know that place, right?
There was a door with a generic CLOSED sign on it. Aruna opened that door, and it led to a small room with a ladder going down.
"So, this is a secret location you are taking me?" Tails chimed in.
"Yeah, not opened to the public. Until the land owner comes and figures the shit out, we'll keep it like this."
Aruna climbed down the ladder, and Tails followed. It led to a second glass door. When Tails looked inside, it looked like the reception room for a doctor's office, mostly relatable to a dental office or something.
When Tails walked in, the first thing he looked for was a sign. He found one with what looked like direction. An arrow on the sign pointed towards a left door. Next to it, text spelled out Lounge Room. To the arrow pointing towards the right door, it said Business right next to it.
A charcoal gray hedgehog walked out. "What's up, Aruna? Is this that 'Miles Music' dude?"
"Yup."
"We're mastering all of our shit right now; we'll be with you in about 40 minutes."
This made Tails cringe. What the fuck were they gonna do for 40 minutes?
"You got it."
Aruna wandered into the lounge room, and Tails did the same. After Aruna closed the door, he looked around. There was a TV screen that was turned off. There were a few couches that looked like they had springs on them.
"Take a seat, Tails. Trust me, hehehe."
That fucking laugh.
Tails laid down on one of the couches, and it left just enough space for Aruna to sit at his feet. He would take a nap while Aruna watched TV or something.
He couldn't get comfortable, so he sat up and reclined the maroon mattress-like couch.
After reclining, Tails found a great way to get cozy and stayed there.
He closed his eyes. To his left, he heard shuffling, but it didn't wake him up.
Then, something obscure started to unfold.
There was a large clinging to Tails' groin area as a hand clenched onto the stop.
Tails opened his eyes and looked down.
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A/N: Yeah! Done. Not as long as I thought it would be, but all that hard work came together nicely, so rate, review, favorite, alert, whatever. But show your support if ya made it this far!
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Notes:
^ - But I know who Flux Pavilion is. He's a dubstep producer. And he's good at it. A great combo! ;D
^^ - I'm guessing you guys know the sexual term "lemon" now don't you?