AN: Hey look another speedy update. Yah I write these fast because I study for finals for two hours then take a nice 30-45 min brake to write. Hehe I'm such a procrastanator. Don't tell me parents...LOLz
So here is a chapie three... hope you enjoy reading it as much as I do stealing waffles. (To discover the joke about waffles please read all of this chapter...)
I don't own Sonic Underground. Cuz if I did it would have never been cancelled!
"The Mouse Patrol?" Ferral asked after what felt like hours of silence to Manic.
Manic nodded looking down, it almost felt like a mistake to tell them.
"Why would you want to join the mouse patrol?" Wes asked.
Now Wes was a big brother to Manic, he tould him everything. Now Manic couldn't say a word to his "Brother", he just looked at him. Manic knew he would have to tell them, if not the truth something good enough at least. So Manic looked right into Wes's eyes and began the lie, putting his acting skills to the test.
"Yah, 'cause it's better than sitting' round here yah know? I sit around all day practicing, why not see if I really am a good thief?" Manic looked into Wes's eyes, then Ferrals and put on a face neither of them ever could resist.
"Well, I don't know..." Ferral dragged on.
"Why not? He does just sit here while your working, or looking after the other kids. Right?" Wes asked Ferral.
Ah, the other kids. From time to time Manic would forget that Ferral helped run an orphanage. It was filled with kids that's home had been destroyed by robotnik, although Manic knew there were other kids in the Ferral and Wes didn't talk about...
"Give me some time to think about this." Ferral said.
"Oh, come on I knew a patrol group that will be perfect for him." Wes pleaded for Manic, while Manic nodded backing him up.
"Yes, but Manic your only five years old. You do understand this right?" Ferral asked.
Manic nodded in response and looked down, the feeling of defeat starting to take over.
"So why would a five-year old really want to do something so dangerous?" Ferral asked, suspicious of Manics truth intentions.
"Like I s-said," Manic stuttered, "I'm just bord here all day..." Manic dragged off, he knew Ferral and Wes would figure the truth out now.
"Manic..." Wes started but Ferral cut him off.
"Manic, my boy, I'll let you go into the Mouse Patrol." Manic's face lit up, "But," Ferral continued, "You have to promise me one thing, ok?" Ferral asked
"Yah!" Manic agreed excitedly.
"Ok, promise me that you won't over do it?"
"What are you talking' 'bout Ferral? It's me!" Manic said confidently.
A month had passed since Ferral had agreed to let Manic join the Mouse Patrol, and Manic was healing at a fast rate. Wes had guessed he would be ready in a few days even, this excited Manic. Still there was a feeling a nervousness for the boy.
"How yah feeling?" Wes asked in his goofy ol' self.
"Just a little sore, but ready for action!" Manic hopped up full of his old self's energy.
"Woo Hoo! Let's go get some practice in!" Wes yelled, then crouched down to Manic and whispered, "This way you can show off how good you are, yah know before you join the Mouse Patrol."
"Okay!" Manic whispered back to Wes.
In truth he was feeling a lot better, physically, but mentally he was still in turmoil. The past month and a half Wes and Ferral had to take extra care of him, he was continuing to be useless.
"Hey, Mon Voleur, you ok?" Manic heard a voice ask, looking up he saw it was Wes. Manic must have really been spacing out...
"Mhm, lets go!" Manic said, putting in a happy face.
Nodding Wes led Manic out of the sewer and into the upper world, where all the money was. But just because they were thief's, that doesn't all they thought about was money. If they thought about money, it was only to help them or others. They were not bad people.
Of course there were a lot of people that didn't see it that way. Most of the people of Robotropolis see all the thief's as pests, unwanted or un needed people. If a noble of someone very close to Robotnik found a thief, then the thief would be sent straight to the Robotasizer.
"Oooh~," Wes called out dragging Manic from his thoughts, "Looky here Mon Voleur, there's some nice pray here."
Manic looked over to who Wes was talking about, it was a middle-aged noble women. She was in noble dress, had jewelry of all sorts, just what was she doing here? This wasn't her town at all, she should know this is a place where she could get robbed.
"Well go on then." Wes insisted.
Manic nodded and walked forward toward his victim, but this wasn't and ordinary victim, no. This was a test to see if Manic was ready or not for the Mouse Patrol. A week ago Manic over heard Ferral and Wes discuss this.
Manic began to whistle, make himself look innocent and such, and looked at the women. She had a pearl necklace on, and easy grab, and had a hand bag, and easy snatch and run.
Manic walked over to the woman, and put on the face of a small lost child. He tugged on her dress and she jumped up in the air and squealed.
Manic noticed she wasn't actually freighted, it seemed like an act.
"'Excuse me miss..." Manic said weakly.
"Oh my, what's wrong little boy?" She looked down and asked.
"Have you seen my mommy and daddy?" Manic asked, but he was sure quiet enough so the women had to bend down to hear him.
She was on her knees, very un noble like Manic noted, and responded, "No, I'm sorry sweet. Is there anything I can do for you?"
Manic nodded, he lifted his arm up to her shoulder and looked her in the eyes, he was distracting her with his "Child Look" as Wes dubbed it. Slowly he unhooked her necklace, and slipped it into his fanny pack.
"What is it sweet? What can I do?" She asked.
Manic snatched her purse and yelled as he ran "Drop the act, you ain't no noble woman!"
Manic ran back to Wes and asked, "Is that what you call a test?"
Wes smirked and responded, "I told Pop Ferral that be to easy, but does he ever listen?"
Manic laughed and started to walk home when Wes stopped him.
"Hold it," He commanded, "Now you know it was a test you have to give that stuff back."
Manic scoffed, "As if." He said then walked away.
"Great job My Boy!" Ferral called out to Manic when he heard the news.
"Thanks Ferral!" Manic called out.
"So looks like you will be able to join the Mouse Patrol tomorrow." Ferral said with a smile.
For the first time in what felt like years, Manic was feeling happy. Now he could help people! True the Mouse Patrol was small, but it was just a start. In the Mouse Patrol he would steal food and money, but only small things at first. It was set up for the younger thief's to learn at a young age, but most of the time that age was eight not five. Manic knew he could do lots by being in the Mouse Patrol, he just knew he was desisted for something big.
"Congrats Mon Voleur, you can play with the big kids!" Wes teased Manic.
Manic was too happy to throw a fit with Wes, this was a big moment for him. And as soon as he ate dinner Manic rushed to bed, dreaming of his future.
Only the dream quickly became a nightmare...
There was blood, it was everywhere. Only Manic didn't feel as though he was bleeding. Looking around he saw the dead body of a wolf child. The dead wolf's eyes still wide with fear screaming 'RUN'. So Manic got up to run away, but there was someone in his way. Wes.
Gladdnes poured into Manic, then left just as fast. Wes was covered in cuts and burns.
"Go!" Wes yelled at Manic, "Get out while you still can! And don't you dare look back!"
Manic nodded, and ran away.
Leaving Wes alone in the dark.
Manic woke up with a jolt, like electricity had gone through him. He looked around and saw Ferral sleeping like a log.
Wes. Wes. Wes!
Was all that was going through Manic mind as he got up and searched. He left their Home" in the sewer, and walked down in. Just like in the nightmare, he ran into somebody. Wes. He was ok. Looking up he saw Wes had a puzzled look on his face.
"What's wrong Mon Voluer?" Wes asked him, seeing how frightened he was.
"N-nothing." Manic lied. "I was t-taking a walk."
"Liar," Wes pointed out, "you're nervous for the Mouse Patrol. Right?" Wes inquired.
"Yah." Manic relaxed into this lie, knowing it was the only way out of telling the truth.
"Come on, let's go wake that log named Pop Ferral up." Wes said, and began walking back to their "Home".
"Oh come on dude," Manic whined, "You know as well as me that nothing can wake Ferral up."
"Except..." Wes began.
"Stolen Waffles!" Wes and Manic cheered at the same time.
Yah, things were looking better.
AN: Aww... I'm done already? Have no fear, that was only short cuz I wanted to update cuz the next few days I'll be taking final... EW!
So please R&R like always. Also to peeps that want to know a little more bout the Mouse Patrol look up "Sonic Under ground episode 3"
That ep is where Manic talks a little about the Mouse Patrol, and the thief's guild.
But you dont have to watch it, cuz next chappie all will be explained!
Oh screw this... here's a little more of the chappie, cuz i am just so nice.
Just as planned, Ferral woke up to the smell of stolen waffles. Manic guesses that being a thief for so long, he learnt there was a different smell in stolen things and not stolen things...? It didn't make any sense to Manic, Wes was even more baffled. When Ferral took care of him when he was young he would complain that the waffles smelled bad if there weren't stolen.
Ferral was Ferral. And the boys loved their "Pops" not matter how weird he was, or is even.
AN: Ok finally done... Just thought bout that little thing about the waffles would be cute and funny.