Here's chapter 4
To say that Tails's room was very neat would be an understatement - everything was nice and orderly. Several painted model biplanes lined the shelves of one wall, and there was a small television mounted on the wall across from the light blue bed.
The bed was neatly made before I jumped into it. It was soft, but not nearly as I was used to. Despite that, it was oddly comfortable. I removed the new-looking shoes, socks, and gloves and climbed under the covers. Only minutes passed before I decided to be productive. I climbed out of bed, not bothering to make it up, and began to wander around the house.
Tails's room had a bathroom of its own and a closet. The upper floor was a hallway that led to Tails's room and two guest bedrooms connected by a bathroom. The stairs led into the living room. On one side of the living room was the kitchen. On the other was a metal door, which intrigued me. Sonic had left, so there was nothing stopping me from entering.
I pushed open the heavy metal door to find something that I had not seen in a very long time. I found a workshop. There were engine parts strewn across a workdesk in one corner, a large computer in another, and a magnificent, blue and orange biplane in the middle. The sight brought back memories of my childhood…
My father had no interest in science and engineering, but he didn't try to stop me from persuing my dream. I would often visit my grandfather, Gerald, and he would allow me to use his workshop. Those were the happiest days off my life… Then he went up to Space Colony Arc. I never felt half as happy since. Seeing Tails's workshop, though, brought feelings that were long overdue. For the first time in a long time, I felt a tear tickle my cheek, then another. Several more followed. I only stood there for a moment, though. I dried my face and worked to my heart's content.
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Eggman did not have a workshop. I probably should have guessed that, but I was still disappointed. The next thing I was to do, of course, was to make a workshop. This wasn't hard at all. There was a small spare room under his base. The only problem was that I had no workdesks. I would have to go out and buy some.
No problem, I thought. I just have to take the eggmobile, some money, and… I've no idea where either of those are…
I checked Eggman's main computer. There, I found everything that I may need. There were several files. I clicked one labeled 'finances.' I was surprised to find that Eggman owned multiple casinos, several steel factories, and an oil field.
Oil Ocean Zone… Casino Night Zone… Oh, boy… Should've guessed that he owned those…
I could not find any way to withdraw any money. Eggman did not have a credit card or anything, so I knew he had to have cash somewhere. That place, I assumed, was the bedroom. I ran to find it. Under his bed was a large safe. Using a large hammer that I found on a builder robot, I busted open the safe. I took double of what I thought I'd need, found the Eggmobile in the hangar, and began to fly it.
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I stopped at a hardware store - my favorite, in fact. I parked in front of the store and entered. I was met with immediate silence. Everyone looked on fearfully as I browsed the store's fine selection of glossed mahogany workdesks. It wasn't long before my best friend showed up.
"Hey, Sonic!" I immediately choked on my words.
"Eggman… What're you doing here?" Sonic used a stern tone that he hadn't had to use on me in years. I was a little unnerved by it. How did Eggman ever get used to this…
"Oh, I was just buying a workdesk or two… Problem?" I tried my hardest to sound like Eggman. Sonic gave me a nasty look.
"Tails… Tails?" He spoke into the communicator that I gave to him for his birthday.
"Oh, uh… Yeah?" I heard my voice through the device.
"You up for some action?"
"Uh, yeah! Where are you?"
"Doesn't matter. I need you to keep an eye on the city from above. I have a feeling he's distracting me from whatever he's planning elsewhere."
"Okay…"
My plane… He… He better not touch my plane… That's my child!
Sure enough, I heard the familiar - beautiful - sound of my v15 radial engine starting. Needless to say, I was infuriated! I contained myself and calmly payed for the workdesk I had chosen. I had the servicemen tether it to the Eggmobile.
"Wouldn't you normally just steal something if you needed it," Sonic asked.
"Perhaps," I answered, "but I have plenty of money, so why not spend it?" He glared suspiciously.
"You're weird, Egghead. Keep it up." He watched as I flew off.
Before I returned to the base, I spotted a small, orange fox flying my precious biplane. Seeing my own body from an outside perspective felt surreal. I approached him anyway.
"NEVER TOUCH MY BABY AGAIN!"
"I don't intend to!"
"Fly by tail next time! Tell Sonic you're repairing her or something if he asks!"
"Her?"
"THE PLANE!"
"Fine!"
With that, I returned to the base. That wasn't how I had expected our first encounter to go, but it was satisfactory. Eggman would never touch my plane again. Except… I promised Cream that I'd fly her around tomorrow for her birthday. I used one of Eggman's computers to send an email.
To: Tails . Prower (a) pmail . com
Subject: Tornado 3
Message: I know I said not to fly my plane, but I promised Cream that I'd fly her around for a while. She'll be there pretty early in the morning, so make sure you're awake by five. In my workshop, in the top drawer below the engine in the far corner, there is an earpiece. Set the earpiece's frequency to 140 GHz. I'll be supervising and giving you instructions the entire time. If you don't follow my instructions, I will exercise.
Tails
I sent the email. Sooner than I expected, I got a reply.
To: Mustachioman (a) email . com
Subject: h
Message: yeah, yeah, i set it. ill fly your girlfriend around tomorrow
I really wanted to reply, but I refrained. Instead, I busied myself with installing the workdesk into my new workshop.
FFN just gets rid of any sort of email/web address or anything like that, so I spaced out the email addresses here. Also, it refuses to put the at symbol, so I made do, as you can see...
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