After an hour of editing and trying to understand what the hell was going on in the film 'Back To The Future II' I've managed to edit this chapter and upload it :D Fairly long too, and it's kind of giving you a brief about what's happened in the world. Yeah, I'm mixing the Sonic worlds up a lot. Things like Mobius, South Island and the name Robotnik are taken from the games, and then you've got your newer things like Big the cat and Team Chaotix (based from Sonic Heroes). I'm trying to involve all the Sonic characters, after all, Mobius is a big world ;P
Anyway, please enjoy!
"Is he okay!?" bellowed a rather loud child, continuously circling Sonic.
"He'll be fine, Charmy. Just give him some space will you?" Sonic scowled at the young bee. He carefully laid Tails in his bed, covering him with a rather thin blanket. 'We could probably do with more blankets. At this rate we're gonna freeze to death' Sonic mused, sighing sadly.
"Is he cold!?"
"Charmy, can you just-!"
"What's your racket about, Charmy?" asked a gruff voice. Vector, the green and yellow scaled crocodile, leader of Team Chaotix (a group of detectives), stood in the door way of the bedroom. Charmy flew over to his boss excitedly, his wings buzzing frantically.
"Sonic found Tails!" he cheered. Sonic headed to the door, pushing both his friends out of the room, leaving Tails to sleep peacefully. The hedgehog gave Charmy another disapproving look – his voice was one of the most annoying things to ever sound through Sonic's ears. After a brief silence, Vector remembered what he had come to say.
"That's good news, Sonic. But we've got a problem." Sonic folded his arms coolly.
"What's up?"
"Charmy, get out of here, I've got to talk to Sonic," Vector ordered.
"Hey!" Charmy burst out. "Why can't I stay!? I'm part of the gang!" Before Vector could yell back with a more overpowering and frightening brawl, Sonic stepped in.
"Charmy, go see how Cream is doing, okay? She'll want to know about Tails."
"Sure thing, Sonic!" Charmy playfully saluted, cutting through the air and zooming away down the hand made staircase. Sonic and Vector waited intently, until the little bee's presence was surely gone. Vector cleared his throat.
"We got a message from Knuckles. Apparently he's seen some sort of badnik scanning the skies."
"Scanning the skies?"
"Yeah, there's not much to go on, apparently he hasn't seen it since. I've got the group looking into it, but I don't think there's anything to worry about. Robotnik hasn't made a peep in a while, so I'm guessing it's one of his useless, broken down badniks. Not dangerous at all!"
"Everything's dangerous when Robotnik's involved," Sonic murmured, stepping past Vector. The crocodile watched the young hedgehog drag his feet down the stair case, gazing sadly at the dirty flooring. He sighed. Sonic wasn't the same person he used to be.
Down the stairs, Sonic entered what was named 'The Entertainment Room', though that was much of an understatement. The room was bleak, filled with a couple of olive-green, tattered couches and flattened cushions which gathered around a small TV with a pathetic signal.
The group were fairly well off with money, but those coins and notes had no purpose in South Island anymore. Many Mobiun's had fled after the disastrous attack of Robotnik's war machines a couple of months ago. Living on their island was truly a death wish, therefore the remaining citizens had constructed themselves an underground home, which was welcome to anyone in need of help. Once made, the underground home was filled with around twenty-three scared, hurt and homeless people. Unfortunately, after only a few weeks of the underground experience, the people had decided to; either stop this supposedly ridiculous behaviour and face the badniks; go out just to end their worthless lives; and even to try and move to a different island. No one prevailed. And now there was only eight survivors underground, out on their island was a whole other story.
Sonic glanced lazily around the unwelcoming room. Charmy, Cream and Cheese were talking happily amongst themselves whilst sitting on one of the broken couches, avoiding the sharp spring that pierced through the material. Vanilla, Cream's Mum, watched over them, smiling contently as she admired her daughter's beaming smile.
"Sonic," Vanilla began, walking towards the teenager's stubborn posture. "How are you?" she asked caringly.
"I'm fine," he answered shortly. "And you?"
"I'm good, thank you. And how is Tails?"
"He's fine too. He's gonna be okay," Sonic replied rapidly. A hurtful feeling crept around Sonic's mind, as he thought back to the past trauma. He knew deep down inside that his friends didn't trust him anymore, not like they used to when he was a true hero. He knew that everything and everyone was his responsibility, and whatever happened would be his fault, regardless of the situation. In the end, he didn't feel like a hero anymore, and for that reason he didn't want to hold this impeccable dependability. It hurt too much when he failed.
"That's great to hear. Please don't blame yourself for his actions, Sonic. He's just a child, and I'm sure he-"
"Where's Espio?" Sonic interrupted, not wanting to hear the rest of Vanilla's brotherly-love speech.
"Oh," Vanilla paused startlingly. "I think he said he was out to investigate the area," she mused. "I do hope he returns soon, I don't want him to catch a cold."
Sonic sighed irritatingly, folding his arms in thought. Although Espio had the great gift of turning invisible, the hedgehog was certain he'd be caught by something some day.
"Sonic?" a small voice arose from the silence. Cream, the youngest member of the group stood on the couch seat, peering over the back rest to see her hero. "Can we go and see Tails, please?" she asked, remembering her manners. Sonic shook his head.
"I don't want to wake him. You know he doesn't sleep well around winter."
"Oh, okay. I understand," the small rabbit smiled.
"Cream, dear, what have I told you about standing on the couch?" Vanilla questioned softly. Cream looked down at her summer-coloured shoes and squeaked.
"Whoops! Sorry, Mummy," she apologised, sitting back down correctly, hanging her feet off the chair as far as they would go.
'What difference would it make? It's already scruffy' Sonic thought moodily.
Suddenly, there was a rather loud bang from above the entire dwelling. Without thinking twice, Sonic darted out of the room and headed up another staircase, leading him towards the entrance and exit of their home, keeping his cool to whatever he may find and maybe even having to fight. The red trainers skidded to a stop. Sonic looked perplexed as a rather chunky pair of legs and a bushy purple-striped tail stuck through the doorway, also known as the big hole in the ground covered by rocks and shrubs.
"Big, if I've told you once I've told you again, you don't have to keep dropping in to give us food. We're fine on our own!" Sonic reached out and grabbed a tight hold of his friend's leather belt and tugged hard. Big's weighted body shifted around the hole and without warning plunged on top of sonic. The round cat sat for a few seconds, completely dazed on where his small, blue friend could have went.
"Sonic?"
"You're-sitting-on-my-stomach!" the hedgehog breathed. Big rolled off urgently and apologised. His yellow-gloved hand grabbed a hold of Sonic's wrist and shook him off from the filthy floor, before standing him up on his own two feet.
"Thanks …" Sonic said half-heartedly.
"No problem!" Big accepted joyfully. "Sonic, I brought you some more fish!" The striped cat held out a sharp fishing hook holding as least a dozen small fish by their tails. He licked his lips greedily. Sonic knew Big must have been dying to swallow those fish whole, whether he was hungry or not.
"Big, you didn't have to …" the teenage hedgehog said half grateful, taking the hook from the towering feline. "You should be keeping this for yourself and find somewhere safe to stay. Or, like I've mentioned before, you can stay here with us."
"Thank you for the offer, Sonic," Big said in his usual dumb-like voice, "but I'll be okay where I am. And I like helping you all. You've helped me a lot, Sonic!"
"Yeah, I know."
After a short goodbye, Big left through the hole (which took longer to happen than coming through), and Sonic headed into the kitchen, dumping the fish in a bucket. He sure couldn't wait to tell everyone that they'd be having fish for the ninth time this week.
Sounding any good? If so, please review! I want to hear your thoughts! :)