"...Man, I hate being sick!" A young Anti Sonic said as he sniffled.
"Tch. Did you hear anything, Jules?" Anti-Bernadette scoffed as she turned her head away from her 'son'.
"You know, it sounds like the suffering of our greatest financial expense." Anti-Jules bluntly said.
Anti Sonic frowned. He let out a sneeze as he walked past them and went out the front door, Anti Jules nor Anti Bernadette seemed to care as their son shut the door behind him.
The streets of Anti-Mobius were littered with nice houses. Anti Sonic waddled down the streets with his tiny feet as he had only had a blanket on. It was his favorite blanket. It had cool dragons with flames on it. He saw an Anti Amy with her parents, she was out on the yard playing with her dolls.
"Uhh... hi!" Anti Sonic said with a friendly grin.
Anti Amy got up from where she stood and walked up to the blue hedgehog. Anti Sonic had no clue what she was gonna do, so it took him by surprise when she had slapped him across the face.
"You're ugly and a loser!" Anti Amy said as she blew a raspberry. She then went inside her house and slammed the door shut.
Anti Sonic was stunned, he had tears in his eyes as he continued walking with his blanket. He saw a school and a playground. Children were either playing tag or hide and seek. "That looks like fun," He said with a small frown, but he just continued walking. Eventually, Anti Sonic reached a drug store to get his medicine. He took some cough drops, a thermometer, nasal spray... you name it. It didn't fit much in his hands, but he still got it. He walked up to the counter with everything. The cashier was a frail old cat who was reading the newspaper. The cashier and Anti Sonic made eye contact.
"...Are you a bit young to be getting medication all by yourself?" The cashier inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"...Yes. Yes I am." Anti Sonic said hesitantly.
"Hmmm... well ok then. You feeling under the weather?" He asked. Anti Sonic nodded. The cashier was satisfied with his answer and rang up all of what the little blue hedgehog got. As Anti Sonic was about to leave, however, he heard the old man call out.
"Next time come with your parents, ok?" The old man asked gently. That question had stung Anti Sonic as he gripped onto his shopping bag tightly.
"Ok," Anti Sonic squeaked out.
And so, Anti Sonic had trekked home again. The bag was quite heavy, but he needed to get home. However, as he was walking home, he felt a spitball being thrown at him. Anti Sonic turned to see three teens, one wolf, one bear, and one Siberian tiger. They looked to be physically bigger than him, as they loomed over him.
"Heh, look at that stupid kid boys!" A wolf teen with a scary looking scar over his left eye taunted.
"Just look at that baby's blanket!" The bear pointed out with a mean grin.
"Yeah... let's steal it from him!" The tiger cackled.
Anti Sonic booked it out of there as he dashed away from the bullies. No one was going to take his blanket away from him! Soon Anti Sonic reached home. The lights were out as Anti Jules was watching TV and Anti Bernadette was dusting, appearing nonchalant and apathetic.
"Oh Bernadette, isn't it nice to have such peace and quiet?" Anti Jules nonchalantly inquired, only earning a nod from the dark blue female hedgehog.
"...Hey Mom and Dad... I went to the store today!" Anti Sonic said with slight enthusiasm in the end.
"Well that peace and quiet is gone now." Anti-Bernadette scowled as she brushed past the young hedgehog.
"...I stocked up on medicines!" He squeaked out.
"That's nice son." Anti Jules said quickly and nonchalantly. "Now go to your room and do whatever you want, as long as you're away from me." Anti Jules vehemently said as he slammed the bedroom door on Anti Sonic's face. Anti Sonic just stood there.
"...Wait. Give your dad a light." Anti Jules, taking out two cigarettes. Anti Sonic went to the kitchen to get a lighter and handed it to him gently. Anti Jules lit them up, and blew a puff into the ill hedgehog's face, causing Anti Sonic to hack out a lung. Then Anti Jules slammed the door on his face.
Anti Sonic rushed into the bathroom, choking on the smoke as he quickly went up to the mirror. He took out the cough medication and carefully read the instructions. He took it, and then he was breathing heavily afterwards, as if he was gasping for air. Anti Sonic looked at himself and cried. He cried so much, he went inside his room and cried. He plopped face first onto his bed. There was nothing special about his room. Just a bed, sheets and some pillows. There were no toys, no plushies, not even neat posters of his favorite things on the walls. Then there was his nightstand, which had a still glass of water and a picture frame. The picture frame consisted of Anti Jules, Anti Bernadette and Anti Sonic. Anti Sonic looked the most happy and cheerful in the picture, having an extremely toothy grin on his face. He was sitting on the lap of Anti Jules and Anti Bernadette, who just had blank stares. Anti Sonic sniffled as he held the frame in his tiny little hands. He gripped it tightly as tears came down his face, and then he hugged it. He gave the picture frame a big hug as he let out a sob. He seemed to be ugly sobbing, as snot was running down his nose and face.
"Goodnight Mom and Dad..." Anti Sonic said, still sniffling as he put the frame back where it belonged. He turned off the lights in his room, and looked up at his ceiling. "I love you..." He said quietly, as he drifted off to sleep.
"I love you..." Scourge repeated in a whisper as he was reminiscing of the past. His eyes were closed and there were tears streaming down his face. He opened his eyes and was half expecting to see the emptiness of his room. He was relieved as that wasn't the case. The green hedgehog was still sick in bed. So much for Amy's medication or her soup. He frowned.
"This is the worst day ever. I'm sick in bed, and I'M STUCK WITH THE WORST PERSON IN THE WORLD!" Scourge shouted out that last part, in hopes that the pink hedgehog would have heard him.
Scourge coughed out a lot again. He held onto his blanket, but his sickness caused him to be a bit weak. He gripped it tightly, his nose runny as he laid down in bed.
"Tch. What really is love if everyone betrays and abandons you." Scourge asked himself out loud. He really did question that ever since Fiona had thrown him out. The green hedgehog closed his eyes again.
A young Anti Sonic held out two bowls of chicken noodle soup. His parents were coming down with a really high fever, so he decided to take care of them. After all, Anti Sonic wanted their love and affection. He opened their door. Anti Bernadette was sleeping while Anti Jules was awake and sitting up from the bed.
"Hi Dad," Anti Sonic greeted with a smile. "I brought you and Mom some soup," He said gently.
"Whatever, just leave us alone!" Anti Jules exclaimed. Anti Sonic set the bowls down. Anti Jules took a sip of the soup. "Shit! That's hot!" He said with a grumble. Anti Sonic looked horrified, he didn't mean for it to be so hot! He would make the soup to the right temperature.
"Oh...I'm sor-" Anti Sonic was cut off as Anti Jules was coughing up a storm, startling him a bit.
"What are you still doing here?!" Anti Jules said in annoyance. "Get out! You'll make us worse!"
Anti Sonic frowned as he got out, but not before he said-
"...Get Well So-"
The door slammed on his face.
"...You're welcome," He said with a slight sniffle.
And so, Anti Sonic went to his room again. He sulked as he crawled to his bed. He had his favorite blanket wrapped around him. He was about to sleep, but before he had heard-
"Ya know Bernadette, the night is the best time of the day, finally getting some peace and quiet from that mistake." Anti Sonic heard Anti Jules say. Anti Sonic gripped on his blanket. He cried himself to sleep that night.
Scourge's face was tear stained as he woke up. He wiped the tears off of his face and stared off into the ceiling.
Unknown to him however, Amy had been close by his door the whole time. She knew it was wrong to peek in, but she grew concerned after she had heard Scourge's comment about love. She didn't care if he had insulted her then, she was more concerned about his wellbeing.
"...Why did he say that?" Amy asked herself quietly. She went into the kitchen to fix him a hot bowl of soup. Amy quietly knocked on the door. She was expecting to hear some sort of insult from Scourge, but he drifted off to sleep again. When she was about to set down the bowl, Scourge jolted awake. Amy screamed, and so did Scourge. They exchanged screams for a bit.
"THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" Scourge screamed out.
"I HAVE SOUP FOR YOU!" Amy screamed back, still having it in her hands.
"...Oh," Scourge said, laying down in bed again.
"Here. You let the other go to waste," Amy said gently, sitting down on a chair.
Scourge sat up from the bed and took it. However upon taking a spoonful, he screamed. "THAT'S HOT!"
"Of course it's hot, it's supposed to be scalding! How else will you feel better?!" Amy exclaimed. Scourge only looked at her with a frown. Amy sighed as she slumped back from the chair.
"I'm bored." Scourge said out loud. "Don't you have anything fun?" He asked.
"Scourge," Amy started gently. "You're sick. You need rest!"
"Please, I'm the King of Moebius! I don't rest!" Scourge sneered. Amy gave him a glare.
"You're so stubborn..." Amy muttered.
"What was that?!" Scourge exclaimed.
"Nothing." Amy replied. She approached Scourge and tugged at his hands.
"What are you doing?!" He asked in a demanding tone.
'Well, you were bored," Amy started out gently. "So I figured you wanted to see my house."
"Oh joy, what fun." Scourge said in a deadpan tone. "I'm so excited."
Amy shot him a glare, but took him to her kitchen.
"This is all of my baking equipment!" She said with a smile, motioning to her equipment.
"...Lame." Scourge blurted out with a scowl. Amy shot him another glare as she took him to the next room.
"In my living room, this is where I do my tarot card readings!" Amy smiled, motioning to them again. "I should probably do my reading right now..." She mumbled to herself as she began to use them. Scourge watched her closely as she shuffled the cards around in her hands. Amy had a smile plastered on her face as she placed the cards face down on the table. After a while, she picked one up that had her fortune. Her smile had faltered as she saw the card.
"Huh? Why the long face, Pinky?" Scourge retorted with a raised eyebrow ridge.
"Huh... my fortune reads Death..." Amy said in a sort of frightened tone. She showed the green hedgehog the card, there was a long pause as Scourge looked at it.
"Meh, it doesn't affect me, so why should I care?" Scourge asked with a shrug. Amy gave him a glare.
"Well, let's read YOUR fortune!" Amy said with a huff. She shuffled the cards in her hands as she turned away from him. After a while, she finally got his fortune card.
"Here, your card is... The Tower." Amy explained, showing it to him.
"The Tower? What the fuck does that mean?" Scourge exclaimed.
"It means a big change is coming for you," Amy began, until she had a smirk. "Maybe you'll become nice!"
"EW!" Scourge cringed as he physically recoiled back. "That's a shit fortune! Is there one where a lot of bitches love me?" He said with a grin on his face.
"NO!" Amy exclaimed angrily. She took him to the next room, where she showed him a desk.
"I also make comic books!" Amy said with a smile.
"Here's one!" Amy said as she picked it up. The comic book appeared to have a panel of Scourge and Amy, who had them looking at the same page of the comic.
"Hey look, it's us!" She said, pointing to the comic page. The comic then had Amy's dialogue on the page. Scourge blinked in confusion as Amy giggled.
"Huh, that was weird..." Scourge started. "Just like you!" He snickered. Amy glared at him for what felt like the umpteenth time.
"You know Scourge, I also boxercise!" Amy said with a cheeky grin.
"Boxercise? What's th-" Scourge was cut off as Amy socked him in the face. She magically had a pair of boxing gloves on. The green hedgehog had the wind knocked out of him, as stars circled around him.
Amy then showed him her backyard, it was a gigantic rose garden.
"Here's my pride and joy, the rose garden!" Amy said with a smile.
Scourge looked around the garden. He held an ice pack to his face as he saw the bushes of her garden. There were roses of practically every color! Red, yellow, orange, pink, you name it! Scourge had to admit; this was probably the most beautiful thing in her house so far. He was practically in awe. Scourge looked at the pink hedgehog, who was busy arranging the flowers. He almost felt a compliment slip out, but then saw how happy she looked. Scourge bit his lip, and an angry aura emitted from him instead. He wanted to admit so badly that the rose garden was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen.
But he couldn't.
"So, what do you think?" Amy asked with a smile as she was all up in Scourge's face, who snapped out his anger for a second and was instead startled.
"GAH!" Scourge yelped. "WHAT THE HELL?!"
"I asked, what do you think!" Amy repeated with hands on her hips.
"...It is pretty..." Scourge started. Amy's face turned from a smile to a look of shock as she looked at him almost excitedly.
"But I've seen better!" He stated with a huff. Amy's spirit had deflated. Oh well, at least he admitted it was at least pretty, so that was a start, she thought to herself.
"I'm getting even more bored, Pinky." Scourge said with a yawn as they headed back inside her home. "That was awful! How do you live with yourself?!" He asked incredulously.
"Oh, be quiet!" Amy growled at him. She went to her music player and turned it on. Then she plopped on her couch.
"...What the hell are you playing?!" Scourge asked in annoyance.
"It's called "Can't Take My Eyes off of You" by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons." Amy simply replied.
"Well turn that shit off! It's too cheesy for my liking!" Scourge said with a growl. Amy didn't listen to him as she fell asleep on the couch.
"Hey! I said, turn that off!" Scourge repeated, trying to get her attention, but again, to no avail.
"FINE! BE THAT WAY YOU STUPID BITCH!" Scourge yelled, and then immediately sneezed as he stormed off to his room. He was grumbling as he was getting toasty in his bed, until he heard a noise outside. He decided to ignore it. However, the noise got louder as Scourge grew irritable. He got from his bed as he threw his pillow on the ground and went straight to his window.
"HEY WISE GUY! SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I- huh?" Scourge roared before he saw what had actually made the noise.
It was a hot pink Flicky. She had looked at him with sweetness in her eyes as she let out a happy chirp.
"Oh. It's just a stupid bird." Scourge said nonchalantly. "Shoo! Get out of here!" He said, shooing the Flicky away. However, the little pink Flicky did not listen to him as she still was chirping as pecking at the bottom of the window.
"I SAID GO AWAY YOU STUPID BIRD!" Scourge growled as he made a scary face. The hot pink Flicky then flew away, not because she was scared, but because she was just mildly uncomfortable. She went to a nearby tree.
"Yeah that's right! And don't come back here!" Scourge said angrily as he slammed the window shut and went back to bed.
Though, some time later, Amy woke up. She saw it was night already. She heard that things were quiet. Scourge probably went to bed, she thought to herself with a shrug. She got up from the couch and was getting ready to sleep. She finished, but as she was heading to her room, she had seen that Scourge's door was open by just a crack again. She went to check up on him. Amy thought nothing was up, until she had seen Scourge was shivering. Amy frowned as concern took over her. It really was chilly there. Amy briefly left his room, and then came back. In her hands was a blanket. She quietly put it on him. Amy thought she was crazy because she saw for a split second that Scourge had a small smile.
"The next time you're cold, Scourge, just tell me please." She whispered quietly as she left his room and went to bed.