Unknown Facility

"Uhhggg…" The ghost slurred as he awakened from his unconscious state, "Talk about jet lag, what the hell happed?"

"Ah! You've finally awakened!" a gruff sounding voice rang out from the darkness surrounding the spirit, who would have jumped back in surprise if it wasn't for his head being locked in place by a strange mechanical apparatus.

"HEY! WHAT'S WITH THE HEADBRACE?!" The Ghost shouted in his usual manic volume, "THAT MEANS, GET ME OUT OF THIS THING AND GIMMIE BACK MY RIDE!"

"Of course, where are my manners," the voice continued, "Sage, be a dear and give our guest some light."

With the CA-CHUNK of an industrial lamp activating, the room was flooded with light, revealing the overweight, mustachioed human leering at the ghost from his seat across the room, a menacing blue robot standing guard by its master.

"I'm afraid I can't do anything about your "Ride" though, old boy," Dr. Eggman explained as he twiddled his thumbs, "A certain mutual blue annoyance made quite sure of that, don't you remember?"

With that, a flood of memories came rushing back to the ghost mind, the feeling of humiliation as his expertly crafted sports car was smashed to pieces and his mangled head being used as a shield by Sonic.

"GRAAAH!" The furious Ghost yelled as he thrashed against the machine holding him in place, "I'LL SMASH THAT LITTLE SHIT-STAIN INTO A PUDDLE! HURRY UP AND LET ME OUT OF HERE ALREADY, FATSO!"

"Easy now, my spectral speedster!" the doctor commanded as he rolled his chair to the spirit's pedestal, "Were it not for me and my wonderous machines, you would have been at those 'Angel' creature's mercy!"

"Besides," Eggman said as he leaned in close to the ghost's face, his grin's size only beaten by his moustache, "I have quite the little… proposition for you!"

"ALRIGHT, I'M CURIOUS…" the Ghost grumbled, "THAT MEANS, I'M LISTENING, SO START TALKIN'!"

With his grin (somehow) getting wider, the mad Doctor pressed a button on the pedestal's console, flashing a series of schematics over the Ghost's visor, "You see, that hedgehog has been a thorn in my side for years! You had him on the ropes, but you simply lacked the maneuverability of an actual body…"

As he spoke, the images flashed though the blueprints of different types of speedy looking robots, each taking a part that was successful and coalescing them into one humanoid form, one that the Ghost began to drool over has he imagined the finished product.

"But with this new form, your lethality will increase a dozen fold!" As the Doctor finished, the blueprint was replaced with an image of the machine's finished body, "What do you think? Look fast enough for you?"

"ITS… BEAUTIFUL!" The Ghost growled, his fanged mouth turning into a grin to rival even the doctors, "THAT MEANS, LET ME TAKE IT FOR A SPIN!"

"By all means, be my guest!" Eggman said with a bow, the pedestal receding into the floor as the spirit's manically giggling head was prepared for his new enhancements.

His grin shrinking only slightly, the mad doctor turned to his blue metal servant, "Give him a detachment of Badniks, follow him and record whatever happens."

With a nod, Metal Sonic made his way to the door, only to be stopped by his creator's hand on his shoulder, "But whatever you do, DO NOT engage Sonic or those so called 'Angels', this is an experiment, and we can't have you muddying the results. Understood?"

Clenching his fist, the metal of his palm scraping from his claws, Metal Sonic nodded. It seemed avenging his previous defeat would have to wait…

Garterbelt was a man of many things, he was a man of God, a man of discipline, and a lover of men. But the one thing he never was much of, even after all his time on this earth, was a patient man.

No matter what he tried, he could never keep a firm grip on his temper. He was always a few crude remarks or mild annoyances away from letting his anger take control of his vocal cords, unleashing a torrent of righteous rage at whatever hapless creature drew his ire.

And nothing drew his ire more often than the two angel sisters he was tasked to oversee by heaven. In all his years, no one had more consistently sparked his rage than them, be it Panty's habit of fornicating on holy ground, Stocking's general apathy and laziness towards her situation, Chuck defecating on the floor, or more likely some mix of all three.

But out of all the strange antics that he's seen, this was something more… odd.

He had been in the church's kitchen, cleaning dishes and prepping that night's meal when he heard the building's front doors slam open, a muffled barrage of voices and rapid footsteps breaking his concentration.

Just as he was about to go and greet his heavenly troublemakers, a blurry mess of blue tore through the kitchen, blowing open every cabinet, door, pantry, window as if it were looking for something specific.

Before the priest could even properly register what was happening, the strange blur zoomed out of the kitchen, the miniature sonic boom shattering the glass of a picture of the Virgin Mary as it zipped up the stairs in its wild search.

Instantly knowing that the Angels had something to do with this, Garterbelt stomped through the now wrecked halls of the church towards the main area.

Throwing open the door, Garterbelt quickly noticed the two sisters arguing about something, with Stocking fussily looking over an unconscious, two tailed fox placed haphazardly in a front pew.

"Ya wanna give us some kinda warning next time, asshole!" Panty shouted as she patted dust off her legs as she addressed her sister, "Are you sure we can't just leave em' outside?"

"Do you want him to get an infection, you dipshit?" Stocking snapped as she looked over the creatures body in an attempt to find any wounds, "I know you collect STDs like stamps, but people try and avoid those for a reason!"

"Is there an actual reason why you've suddenly started giving a shit about the thing that was just trying to SHOOT US with a PLANE?" Panty growled as she pointed at the fox, "Or is it just because you wanna turn that one into your personal plush toy?"

Stocking jumped backwards, her face turning a shade of beet red as she flailed, "Of fucking course not!" she lied through her clenched teeth, "W-what makes you think I'd even wanna keep this a-adorable little fluff- FLEA BAG here at all?!"

Before Garterbelt could make his presence known to the sisters, the blue blur rushed back through the door behind him, going between the priest's legs and leaping back onto the pew.

"Ok, I got it," Sonic said as he held up a medkit, "Does he have any damage on him?"

"N-nothing that I can see," Stocking replied, regaining her composure before being interrupted by the hedgehog.

"What about internal wounds?"

"It's not like I can ASK him while he's like this!"

"I swear to fuck, If I gotta clean up this little twerp's blood-"

"WILL ALL Y'ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR FIVE DAMN SECONDS!"

The rumbling, deep sound of Garterbelt's voice cut through the chaotic commotion, instantly silencing the three's bickering as they stared blankly at the priest. Calming himself with a quick sign of the cross, the preacher cleared his throat and addressed the bewildered group.

"Now… Would anyone here like to explain what's going on?" he asked in a thick southern accent as he stuffed bits of his frayed afro back into place.

Stepping up to the preacher and holding out the medkit, Sonic pointed to his unconscious friend. "My lil' buddy here got hurt in a fight, these two were involved and offered to let us stay here until he gets better."

Looking to the sisters for confirmation, Stocking confirmed with a silent nod as Panty rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Well now, that's all I needed to hear," Garterbelt said calmly, snatching the medkit out of Sonic's hands, "Pay attention, Angels. Y'all about to see what proper charity looks like."

A couple hours later…

Sonic impatiently tapped his foot on the floor of the church's kitchen as he waited for the priest to finish whatever examination he was performing. By then, the two angels had begun to wander off of their own volition, Panty had returned to her room while Stocking searched through the refrigerator for something to fill her stomach with.

Trying to alleviate his mix of boredom and anxiety, the hedgehog turned to the scrounging goth, "So… That priest guy called you both 'angels', that some kinda mythology themed codename?"

"Nope." Stocking deadpanned, pulling a cup of pudding out of its container, "Me and my sister are the genuine articles. I mean, we're fallen angels, but we still got all our powers."

Noticing Sonic's lack of any kind of reaction other than a quick 'huh' as she took her first bite, the gothic woman snapped her head to the blue blur, "Seriously?" she asked, almost looking offended, "You see an actual, biblical angel standing right in front of you, and the best you can do is 'huh'?"

Sonic huffed as he shrugged his shoulders, "What can I say?" he chuckled, "After hanging out with Light Gaia for a few weeks and fighting who knows how many deities and magic monsters, supernatural stuff just doesn't really hit like it used to."

Stocking's muffled chuckle was cut off by a sudden realization that nearly caused her to choke on her pudding, "Hold the fuck up, how the hell did you meet Light fucking Gaia?"

Before that line of questioning could continue, the door of the kitchen opened to reveal a tired looking Garterbelt, stuffing bits of medical equipment back into the first aid kit.

"Good news is, your friend's gonna be alright." He explained as he stroked his beard, "Just a bit of smoke inhalation and some whiplash from whatever crash y'all got into, but otherwise fine."

"That's great!" Sonic asked as he got ready to run back to the main hall, "When's he gonna wake up?"

"See for yourself," Garterbelt said has he stepped aside to reveal a haggard, bandaged, but otherwise okay looking Tails as he leaned against the side of the doorframe.

"H-hey Sonic." The fox strained out, "The Father here filled me in on what I missed, but I still wanted to-"

Tails' speech cut off in an instant as Sonic wrapped his arms around his brother in an embrace, a pained croak escaping the fox's mouth as his eyes went wide, "Sore! Still sore! Really, really, sore!"

Pulling away from his best friend, Sonic put his hands in a surrendering position, "Sorry lil' buddy! I'm just glad you're up and moving again."

As the two Mobians continued to speak, Stocking could only stare at the fox creature in front of her, the sight of the various bandages triggering some kind of natural, almost motherly instinct deep within her angelic psyche, the kind of instinct that told her to protect this innocent little thing at all cost.

It wasn't until she had already started to pet the fox's head that she realized her body was moving on autopilot, leaving her to stare at her own hand awkwardly as the entire group's eyes were on her.

"Uhhh…" Stocking groaned in embarrassment as she racked her brain for something, literally anything to break the ice, "Can I keep you?"

Fuck.

Sonic instantly broke out into an uproar of laughter, his leftover anxiety over his friend's well-being giving way to the same joking attitude the Angel had witnessed earlier during the fight.

"HA! Better look out, Tails!" Sonic jokingly warned as he held his gut, "I think she wants to add you to her doll collection!"

Even Garterbelt was struggling to hold back a giggle as even Tails got in on the mockery, "I've seen this in movies, she'll sit me down and brush my hair and even give me… gasp, a makeover!" the fox motioned as if he was going to faint, "What horror!"

The gothic angel to Garterbelt for any kind of mercy, only for the bearded priest to responded with a quip of his own, "She's got at least a dozen other dolls, y'all can have yourselves a big ole' tea party."

Stocking's face turned a shade of beet red as she swore she could even hear Panty's laughter from upstairs, even over the already manic cackling of the group.

"Oh god… just put me out of my misery." She moaned.

"Please don't!" Sonic said with his hands clasped together as if in prayer, "I've got a dozen other jokes, ready to go!"

As the gothic swordswoman let out another groan of mental anguish, Panty chuckled as she finished her business in the upstairs bathroom, drowning out the laughter downstairs with a flick of the toilet lever.

"Oh man…" she giggled as she washed her hands, "I woulda given my left tit to have seen that."

As the blond angel dried off her hands, she managed to catch something in the reflection of the mirror. It was an outline of something sitting outside the window, the darkness outside obscuring it's features, though it very much resembled a bulbous, oversized head.

Spinning on her heel, Panty rushed to the window, the sounds of running water being replaced with a strange, metallic buzzing as she stood on the toilet seat.

"So, some fuckin' perv wants to get a look while I'm on the toilet?" She said through grit teeth while summoning Backlace, "He won't be laughin' when I jam that drone up his ass!"

Throwing open the window, Panty was surprised to see not just any normal kind of drone.

At first glance, she thought it was some kind of Wasp or Bee, but after taking a moment to adjust to the darkness that wasn't the case.

It's fluttering wings almost looked like they were for aesthetic reasons rather than practical as a pair of mini jet engines kept it floating in midair. The same bulbous head was equipped with a set of cartoony bug eyes that glared as it looked down at her.

It looked almost like what would happen if a 5 year old took one of Stocking's stuffed dolls and turned it into a freaky robot.

Panty's confusion was cut off however, when the metallic bug began to move. It's abdomen bending on an axis to point where it's stinger would be straight at the blond angel's position.

Several quick movements caught Panty's eye, as her eyesight adjusted enough to reveal many more of the wasp machines, each of them pointing their now glowing stingers right at where she was standing…

"Oh…. SHIT!"

POW! POW! POW! POW!

BOOM!