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Living Arrangements

And so it was that four became five, well they decided they'd remain four until Shadow returned. He had been blasted away nearly two hours ago and no one cared too much to go looking for him.

As it turned out, Sikes was an even greater Guitar Hero player than Shadow. He played against knuckles and Tails once and only once before declaring they were sucky noobs and didn't want to play them again, and he took on Sonic fourteen times in a row, never losing once.

Upon Sonic's fifteenth lose on Through the Fire and the Flames the blue hedgehog gritted his teeth in fury. "No… way…!!"

"Ha, you suck." Laughed Sikes, putting down the control. "But seriously, let's stop. I'm bored now."

"Fine…" Sonic mumbled, throwing his guitar through the window. "Let's go get some ramen---"

"NO!!" Shouted both Tails and Knuckles. "Are you crazy? We learned from that disaster already!" Tails pointed out.

"Yeah, think of a new one!" Knuckles shouted in agreement.

"Oh, right…." Sonic remembered. Then he chuckled. "Good times… good times…"

"It happened two hours ago!" Knuckles bellowed.

"Those were the days…" It was clear Sonic was going to continue ignoring them at this point. Sikes laughed.

Soon, the jingle of an ice cream truck was heard outside. "I'll take vanilla!" said a familiar voice very joyfully. Soon, the jingling noise faded, and Shadow walked back into the house, licking a vanilla ice cream cone.

The moment he saw Sikes, Shadow tossed the ice cream at his face.

It hit dead on. Sikes screamed. "WHF, man!??!"

"That'll show you. I'm no hedgehog you want to mess around with. Unlike that gay pansy who's been copying my style and pretending to be the fastest hedgehog alive."

"What?!" Came Sonic's infamous Sonic Battle death cry. "I beat you in the Arc, and I'll beat you now, you emo excuse of a hedgehog who can't take a single guitar hero loss without bi—(beep!)ching out!"

Shadow took out a razor blade, cut his arm before tossing it away, then made the hand gesture that spoke out universally, 'come on.'

Sonic and Shadow leapt at each other. Tails tossed a phone at Sonic and knocked him down, and Knuckles tossed the PS2 at Shadow. Both hedgehogs fell down and the PS2 fell and shattered strangely like glass.

Knuckles stared. "Oops."

Sonic had only been hit in the head so all he did was groan, while Shadow was rolling on the floor in pain clutching his stomach yet again. "Damnit! Damn you, Knuckles. Gosh damn you!! You fakin' faker! Mother faker!!" (Owned phrase by the famous Mecha Scorpion.)

It took Sonic two minutes to get up. Everyone else stared in silence. "You bastard! Who threw that!?"

Tails raised his hand.

"Tails!" Sonic cried. "That's not cool! Don't throw phones! You'll put somebody's eye out!"

Tails slowly lowered his hand.

"Anyway, I've got a good question." Sonic began again hotly. "Why are any of you still here? You can go home, you know."

"My workshop's being repaired." Tails answered. "Remember? I told you Mighty crashed a plane into it two days ago."

---

It was an average day for Miles Tails Prower; tinkering with some random invention and realizing half-way through creation it was useless. At noon he stopped for a break, eating much peanut butter and jelly sandwiches while watching Wheel of Fortune.

"It's so simple! It's How's the weather, you fool!" Shouted Tails at the TV screen while trying to eat a bowl of Lucky Charms, too.

"Um…" So far, an Elderly lady had guessed this much of the phrase:

'( )ow's the ( )eather?'

By some miracle she was still in the game.

The other contestants were rubbing their hands together with grins on their faces. Only, and only the old lady seemed to be struggling. "Um… can I buy a vowel?"

"You already did." Said the host. He tried his best to hide his annoyance, but it wasn't good enough.

Finally, a look of enlightenment passed the ladies face. "I'd like to solve. How's the leather?"

A few moments passed. "….And you are right!!"

The lady cheered and for some reason, The Price is Right theme music played.

"Old fashion material that no one really wears anymore of late 1470's!"

Everyone seemed to cheer, even the people who had just lost the game.

Tails threw his bowl at the television and therefore broke it. He was silent for a long moment, before biting angrily into his sandwich. "Impossible… stupid year…. People only get dumber as the years go by…"

Before he could finish contemplating and being furious, a crash was heard from his kitchen. "On no! Knuckles fell off of Angel Island again!" With that Tails grabbed a band-aid off the table and ran into the kitchen. But instead of finding the unconscious echidna he expected, Tails found the front of a first class airliner smashed in through his wall. "HEY!! Who's responsible for this?!?"

Mighty fell out of the windshield and ran over to the side of the plane. "OMG, it's a bomb! Tails, it's a bomb!"

"Holy crap—it's a bomb!!" Tails screamed. "It's another present from the black aliens again! RUN!!"

Before Tails could, Mighty grabbed his arms. "Tails, it's from a terrorist, and you can defuse it, remember? You defused a missile in station Square. Terrance and Philip said so!"

"Oh right."

So Tails opened the wire compartment of the explosive device. In 24: Redemption fashion, a timer ticked down from twenty-four seconds. Tails examined the blue and red wires very closely. "Okay…. I can do this…"

"Then hurry!" shouted Mighty.

Tails punched Mighty.

A pair of scissors hovered from Tails hand shakily, sweat poured down off his brow, and Mighty was nervously finishing the rest of Tails PB&J sandwich. "It has to be the blue wire… no, this red one!"

"TEN seconds left!!"

Tails tightly shut his eyes and cut a red wire. Nothing happened. But the timer continued going down.

Tails and Mighty made a break for it.

No sooner than they had run past the door did the bomb go off, blowing up the entire workshop and blasting Tails and Mighty many feet away. A few passengers were blasted skywards. "Woah!"

Tails was glad he had a big lawn so they didn't fall of the ledge of the hill, but his scrapes made him wish for growing grass on it.

Tails soon got up and stared in horror at his destroyed workshop. Then he whirled on Mighty. "You…!!" But Mighty wasn't there. Tails ran to the edge of the hill and looked down into the Mystic Ruins to see the armadillo fleeing the scene. He stopped and turned to face Tails.

"Just like in Sonic Heroes, you won't find me anywhere."

And just like that he vanished into thin air.

---

"Hmm…" Sonic thought, now eating popcorn, "Sounds insane and unbelievable. All right, you can stay."

Still, Tails groaned and looked at a picture of his workshop in its glory days.

"Anyway," Knuckles interjected. "It's bound to happen, so I guess we should all tell a story of how we can't return home should be allowed to stay here as well---"

"Knuckles can stay, Sikes can stay, Tails can stay." Sonic dismissed, waving his hand and plopping down on the sofa.

Shadow waited in silence. Nothing. He narrowed his eyes and cleared his throat.

"Like hell you're staying, faker." Sonic started playing a PSP, listening to Linkin Park's Shadow of the Day. "You might try to rape me."

"WTH!?!" Shadow screamed. "You'd let an idiot who breaks stuff stay, a loser who makes stupid stuff stay–"

Tails shouted, "That's me!"

"…and a jewel/echidna stay, but not ME?!"

Sonic just nodded, into his song by now. "Yeah." He snapped his fingers a few times. "And the shadow of the day…"

"Haha." Sikes said and pointed at Shadow.

Shadow growled, like hell he'd give up that easy. He walked over to Sonic, took his PSP, and warped it away.

"MY---" Shadow slapped him.

"Listen. If you cast me out and I become a less-featured character because of it, my legions of fangirls will charge your house, tear it down, kill and possibly rape you, and then build me a new one where yours once stood. Just because I said so."

Sonic stared back blankly. What scared him most was the rape part.

"Now… am I allowed to stay?" Shadow asked, with eerie politeness.

Sonic continued staring. "……..Tails, you bunk up with Knuckles."

"But you don't own a bunk-bed," Tails pointed out.

"Deal with it."

Sikes threw a soda he was drinking at Shadow's head. It just so happened to be Mountain Dew, and it got in Shadow's eyes. He started screaming on the floor again.

Sikes snickered. "Anyway, I'm bored. Who wants to go to the mall?"

"Sweet!" Sonic said instantly. "I've wanted to buy Rock Band forever! And using you guys' first rent payment, the dream's finally possible!"

"Yeah, I'll go if I can go to Mechanic's Depo." Tails also agreed. Hoping this store existed.

Knuckles thought of ogling Victoria's Secret stuff and women and soon agreed. "Sounds fun."

All while Shadow was still groaning on the floor, clutching his face once again. "DAMN YOU!! SCREW YOU DAMN FU—(boop!)KTARDS!!"

"That's a yes." Sonic shrugged. "Let's go!!"

"Initiating! JOMAYNOCHIT!!" Shouted Tails in a very anime-ish fashion, holding both fist in the air. Soon, rockets from the bottom of his shoes propelled him through the roof and into the air outside.

Everyone else was forced to duck the falling broken boards of wood.

"I'll use the door, thanks." Knuckles stepped out.

Sikes left without doing anything special.

Sonic was still excited. "Okay, let's---" Something shiny and black was on the ground. "Wha…?" and then he noticed.

This echoed all the way to the ends of England. "HOLY F—(Big beep!)IN' ARIZONA!!! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY PS2?!?!?!!"

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Somewhere in England…

In a cozy, fire lit room, an Englishman with a monocle and white moustache set down his tea in surprise and said to his friend, "I say, what was that?"

His friend shook his head, annoyed, and pulled up a newspaper. "Damn Yankee's again."