Chapter 6: Breezie:
Dr. Robotnik's POV:
I was watching Sonic and Sally's latest victory over my robots.
"Hey Sal, what do you say we get a chili dog," asks Sonic.
"Sorry, Sonic, but there's still work to do," says Sally.
That's when I realized... "So, while there is something between them, they don't really do anything about it. I could use this."
Sonic's POV:
Tails and I were at the Great River.
"Why don't you tell her how you feel," asks Tails.
"Please, I don't need to talk about feelings," I said, "I know she's into me... the problem is, I don't think she knows it." We then heard a cry for help. "Time to get to work!"
. . .
Tails and I saw a teal hedgehog with blue hair in a red dress and red high-heeled shoes running for her life. She was being chased by Sleet and Dingo.
"Help! Help! Help!"
"Looks like Sleet and Dino are up to something," I said.
"We have ways of making you talk, hedgehog," says Sleet.
"We do? Whaht whys," asks Dingo.
"Stupid," says Sleet.
"Huh? Oh, yayh, roigh'! We gawt stupid whys t' myke yah tohk, sao staht blahbbin, meessy!"
"Tell us where we can find Knothole," says Sleet.
"I don't know where it is," says the girl hedgehog, "I've never been to Knothole!"
"Don't you guys know anything about chivalry," I asked.
"It's Sonic," says Sleet. He then uses his gizmo and Dingo turns into a rhino and charges at me. I had to jump out of the way. I kept running and Dingo kept charging at me. I then tricked him into ramming Sleet. Dingo's back to normal and they're both on the ground.
"That takes care of these two," I said.
"My hero," says the girl hedgehog, "I heard you were speedy, I heard you were brave, I didn't know you'd be so...handsome."
"Handsome? You really think so," I asked.
"And strong! And clever! And daring! How can I ever thank you?" She was... wow! "I know." She then kissed me on the cheek. I think I'm in love.
"Yuck," says Tails.
"Aw, it was nothing. Any heroic, warp-speed hedgehog who wants to help people in trouble could have done it," I said.
"Not so dashingly as you. Not so gallantly. My name is Breezie."
"I'm Tails," says Tails, "Sonic's sidekick."
"He's not my sidekick," I said, "but we should probably take you back to Knothole... for your own safety!"
"Are there chili dogs," asks Breezie, "they're my favorite."
Where has she been all my life.
. . .
We then got back to Knothole.
"They assumed I knew where Knothole was," says Breezie.
"Probably because you're a hedgehog like me and Sonic," says Amy.
"Well, you're welcome to stay here," says Sally.
"Yes, My Lahvely Flowair, I prahmise I will keep you sahfe," says Antoine.
"If you need anything, I could build you something," says Rotor.
The two then start fighting.
"You are all so nice," says Breezie.
Breezie's POV:
I then had to make a quick call. "This is Agent Breezie, calling Dr. Robotnik, I'm in Knothole... but Sonic had me blindfolded, so I can't tell you where it is... yet, but I will find out!"
"Excellent, my Dear Breezie. Don't disappoint me!"
Dr. Robotnik's POV:
"So, Sir, that hedgehog you had Sleet and Dingo go after was..." Snively began.
"A robot designed to seduce that arrogant fool," I said.
"But why did you send us to go after her," asks Sleet.
"That was the brilliantly sneaky part of my devious and underhanded scheme," I said, "how else could I get Sonic to think Breezie is on his side?"
"Oh, naow Oy geh' ih'. She mykes sonic loike hah sao she cahn foind knawthole faw us!"
"For once in your life, Dingo, you are correct," I said, "and once Breezie finds out Knothole's location, you will attack and then the Freedom Fighters will be no more!"
Sonic's POV:
I saw Breezie walking. "Hey, Breezie, where you headed for," I asked.
"Oh, Sonic, I was just wondering where we are," says Breezie, "in case I have to go."
"Well... I guess there's no harm in showing you," I said, "this way."
Sally's POV:
"It's just... there's something about Breezie I don't trust," I said.
"Sure, ya're not just jealous," asks Bunnie, "Aah mean sonic seems pretty fond of her."
"All the guys seem to be," says Amy.
"It's like some sort of mind control," says Stix.
"I guess you're right," I said, "and by that, I mean Bunnie. Stix, you... just don't understand some things."
Espio then appears and we all reacted.
"I hate it when you do that," says Amy.
"Sonic is going to show our guest where Knothole is located," says Espio, "also, there's something you should know. I saw her talking to her hand."
"'n that's weird beh-cuz..."
"It talked back," says Espio.
Sonic's POV:
I'm starting to think Breezie is not what I think she is. I think she's perfect. But she's even better than that! "Hey Breezie," I said, "I wanna give you something." I then got out this gold locket. "I bought you a present."
"A real present," asks Breezie, "for me?"
"And I wrote you a poem," I said.
"A poem," asks Breezie.
"Yeah, so you'll know how I feel," I said.
"No one ever wrote me a poem before," says Breezie.
"Here it is," I said.
She then looks it over. "I can't do this," says Breezie. She then tackles me to the ground.
"How good was it," I asked.
"It was beautiful," says Breezie, "but there's something you should know about me! I'm a robot, Sonic. My job was to trick you. Call Dr. Robotnik and he'll tell you." She then reveals the communicator in her hand.
"I don't believe it," I said.
"If we stepped out, I would've told Dr. Robotnik where Knothole was," says Breezie.
"Okay, but you realize that you could've just decide not to tell him," I said, "you can still see the outside."
"Oh... that would've... yeah, I see it."
"Get off him," says Sally. The others came.
"Easy," I said, "it's all good! She told me everything!"
. . .
"Well, Breezie has sent Dr. Robotnik false directions," says Sally.
"I knew zere wahs sahmetheeng rahtten ahbout zat Breezie," says Antoine.
"Yeah, sure you did," says Rotor, "hey, where is she?"
"I offered her membership into the Freedom Fighters," says Sally, "but she decided to find her own path. Sonic, are you going to be, okay?"
"Sure," I said, "I mean, she was just a robot, right?"
. . .
Truth is... I'm going to miss her.
In the next chapter, Dr. Robotnik meets Wes Weasely.
