Chapter 1: Messy Upload
This whole thing is definitely some kind of dream, he thought as he wandered along the only visible pathway – a long yellow strip of mystery material floating in this endless abyss - he was able to find at this point. It felt like he'd been stuck here for days, and in that time, several discoveries have made it difficult to believe otherwise; firstly was the fact that he was no longer in his normal human body, instead in that of a cartoon-proportioned, green mouse, with white over his muzzle and grown to match his human facial hair (a scruffy goatee he barely took care of already). So, this had to be some kind of Virtual-Reality-based nightmare that's turned him into a furry trapped inside a hellish computerscape. What fun, he thought as he trudged along, repeating phrases such as "I'm movin' different," and "This shit ain't nothin' to me, man," among other such things that make it sound like he's in control of a situation he absolutely is not in control of.
The first couple of minutes were spent in a panic. How'd he get here? How does he get home? Why is he wearing this poncho? How does this marijuana keep showing up for him to smoke? That last one was pretty important to him, stoner that he was, because it was also the only thing keeping him calm in a situation that he would otherwise not be. Speaking of which, his long, listless walking along this strangely linear pathway has ended with his arrival at a split in the path, going opposite directions, one of the limited few branches he had come across since arriving. More importantly, however, was the strange red line before him that was within arm's reach.
All around him, he had noticed the black "skyline" was decorated with multiple colored lines that constantly appeared to have pulses of light flowing through them. His walkway, on other hand, held no such lights within it, like it was purpose-built for navigation of this "landscape". These thinner lines, however, had remained out of arm's reach until now. So, the little cartoon mouse let his curiosity kick in, and he approached the split in the path to address that red pulsing line. His eyes, set behind a pair of glasses that matched the ones he owned before, tracked each pulse as it wooshed by, before taking a drag from his smoldering joint, and using his free hand to casually grasp the red line.
His eyes were assaulted by holographic windows appearing with each pulse, generating piles of text-based information that, despite how rapid the information was revealing itself visibly was fully absorbing into the mouse's mind as if he were studying it thoroughly. The sensation was almost too much, and he released his grip, gasping as he drops his smoke – which suddenly flickers out of existence. Despite needing time to recover from the sudden ordeal, his walkway – no, everything around him – was flashing red, as the words "UNAUTHORIZED ENTRY" began to appear repeatedly through the airspace around him.
When he looked up, he saw those words start being followed by the appearance of floating hexagons with a menacing, floating presence that closed in on him. Despite the ominous feeling that one would get from them, the mouse simply sighed, and asked "Why is this geometry attacking me?" before turning to face the first group of shapes to approach. He was already trying to un-jumble the information that just injected itself into his brain.
The mouse had learned a few things in his life about fighting, having gotten into a lot of fights throughout his childhood, but he was no martial artist. Instead, however, his confidence came from a few things he had learned during his time stuck here, the first of which was about to be tested; he had learned that through certain thoughts such as focusing on the idea of "vanishing", he can turn himself into a hologram. This test allowed him to see if this hologram state made it possible to hit him in a fight, which, as the geometric assailant's attack sailed through his now-holographic form, was a resounding success!
High on the boost of confidence that well-timed "dodge" – and the myriad joints that he had figured out how to "spawn" into existence thanks to a similar way of thinking about how much he wants a smoke – the mouse used the sudden window of opportunity to jump up, and slam his fist down on the hexagon that attacked him, which knocked it into the ground, shattering it into floating pieces that scattered like dust. A wicked grin was on his face that only widened as he had an idea for test number two; his eyes were on the hexagon behind it as it was glowing brightly.
His thoughts went on to how badly he wished he was over there, and he suddenly flickered out of his position right as the hexagon flashed, a blue beam bursting from the ground the mouse had been above a moment ago. Reappearing in a flicker above the shape, the mouse swung his foot in an arc, sending the geometry to a similar, shattered fate as the last. More of the shapes were closing in from above, however, and the mouse took a drag from his smoke, the slow exhale keeping him from hyperventilating in panic as he realizes the numbers. This was about to get bad. There has to be a way out of this.
Looking around again, his gaze snapped to that red line from before, the one that got the alarms ringing in the first place. The information it put into his head; it had to go somewhere, which meant it had to be coming from somewhere. Looking up at the ominous geometry, then back to the red line, he takes another long drag of his smoke and reaches out, grabbing the electric line which proceeded to assault his existence once again. However, knowing what to expect this time, the mouse focused on the feeling of the "current" of information, and focused on the idea of "following" it. His physical form flickered, and his vision was replaced with that of a tunnel with a light at the end of it. He started running, feeling like he was being pushed against the entire way. He persevered against this resistance, however, with a loud and desperate "LET ME OUT-!" as he reached for the light, blinding himself in it, letting his eyes go in order for his feet to move without hesitation.
His vision remained white for a while; he felt his feet leave the ground, and then the gravitational rush of going way faster than expected, like something was repelling him from behind. Suddenly, he felt his body impact something quite hard, accompanied by the sound of a LOT of metal clanging and banging around as whatever he just hit was now following him to the floor of whatever room he just ended up in. As his senses returned, he heard voices, two of them, in a panicked "NO NO NO" before another impact from above landed on the mouse's back. The weight of an entire metal shelf was on him now, being quickly lifted up by whoever had those voices, not like he could see them; he landed face-down, a position he had decided he's going to maintain awhile longer, until one of the owners of the voice asked "Hey, are you alright down there? I've never seen the Star Posts do that before!" A pair of very large hands picked the mouse up under the shoulders, helping him to his feet.
As he regained his balance and his vision, the mouse evened out his breathing. They weren't panicking about hexagons attacking, so he was safe at least, for now. He opened his eyes, straightening out his glasses to focus a little better – a miracle they weren't broken, considering – he muttered the words "Ain't nothin' to me man…" before looking down at his hands, and adding "but I guess I'm still stuck in VRChat…" Looking up as his helper spoke, the mouse's shock at the sight of him was evident. A quite tall, purple-skinned walrus on two feet, wearing a yellow baseball hat – backwards at this moment – and boasting a toolbelt was looking down at him, answering him with "I don't know anything about a 'VR Chat', but I… think you might have been wandering around our entire network until the Star Posts expelled you." Helping the shocked mouse brush the dust off, the walrus asks "How did you even end up in there?"
"I… Don't know…" the mouse said, looking to his right, now, and spotting another peculiarly familiar sight; a two-legged fox about as tall as he was, carrying a box of tools and boasting a pair of tails behind him. "You two, you're… You're not VRChat avatars, are you?" The mouse asked, looking back up at the walrus who shook his head in the negative, responding "Can't say that we are, no." "Oooh, I don't like the alternative," the mouse said as his gaze leveled into vacant space. The fox then chimed in, asking "Um, should we tell Sally about this? She's had a lot on her plate lately, so…" "No, I think we can figure this one out easy enough," the walrus reassured the young fox, to which the mouse asked "Am I being detained?" "Should we be detaining you?" the walrus asks as he turns his attention back to the mouse.
"Alright, well, since everything I say can and will be used against me," the mouse started up before taking a breath, and bluntly – rather shockingly – blurts out "Rotor fucking Walrus?" Rotor's shock at a complete stranger knowing his name was enough that it stopped him from reprimanding the curse word coming out of the stranger's mouth in front of the young fox, simply responding with "That… Would be my name, yeah." "That makes you," the mouse spins to point at the fox, "Miles Prower, but everybody calls you Tails." Before the fox could answer in the affirmative, however, the mouse continued his downward spiral, starting a slow pace in the room as he speaks, "Guys I just said I don't like the alternative, so please, if this is a bit, you need to say something right now before I have an attack."
As the mouse's pace got closer, Rotor reached out, putting his hands on the pacing stoner's shoulders to calm him down and keep him in place, speaking in as calming a tone as he can manage to say "Woah, woah, it's alright, you're among friends. Just stay calm, okay?" The mouse, looking at the hunching walrus, takes a deep inhale, and says "Then I'mma need you to make a little room, and… Open a vent or something." When Rotor moved away, the mouse lifted a hand to his mouth, revealing a smoke he… Didn't, have a moment ago. "Aw, you have to light that in here? We're underground, you know," Rotor grumbles, though the mouse retorts "You want me calm, or you want me sober? I can assure you I have several diagnoses that state you can only have one." "There's a kid in here." Rotor's retort caused a pause with the strange mouse, who looked at Tails, and then replied "That's what the fan is for." Rotor sighed, and reached upward, opening a large overhead vent that would normally be for venting out smoke from failed projects and sudden detonations.
The mouse lights his smoke, taking a long drag and exhaling upwards towards the vent. His body immediately started to relax again, and he took a deep breath of more 'fresh' air, while Rotor asked him "So, what happened in there?" "Was wandering around for a real long time in a weird cyber-hell. Set off an alarm after… I don't even know," the mouse took a break to drag from his smoke, making sure to angle himself away from the young fox, before continuing with "set off an alarm, and a bunch of hexagons attacked me." A brief moment of thought is followed by Rotor asking "...Hexagons." Tails chimed in with "Maybe he's adjusting to being outside of Cyberspace still." "I'm still in cyberspace apparently, I'm talking to Miles, Tails fucking Prower apparently!" This time, Rotor caught the mouse in his cussing, and spoke "Language!" in a stern, almost fatherly tone. Tails, seemingly unfazed by being sworn at, tells the mouse "Ummm… No, you're here on Mobius. Daylight and everything."
"Bullshit. Where's Sonic, then? He'd know where the plot is."
The mouse's outburst was met with a pair of sullen expressions and averting gazes, which he noted with "That's an awful sullen response to the Blue Blur. What happened?" Though, with the way he said the words "what happened", it sounded more like "wha happuh?". Rotor responded first, saying "He… He's gone. He went out saving us all… It's only been a week, but it still doesn't feel real." The somber tone was met with a rather incredulous expression. "By who?" He asked, to which Tails was able to respond. "He… We were attacked by aliens who planted a doomsday device on the North Pole called the Xorda. They-" Tails' explanation was cut off by the mouse's free hand holding up a palm in a 'stop' motion and a "Hold up. Did you just say 'Xorda'?" Tails, confused by that interjection and his voice stammering a bit against the memory of his loss, answered "Um… Y-Yeah. Why?" The mouse's hand moved to point two fingers at Rotor, asking "And you said it was what, a week ago?" Taking a moment, Rotor nodded, and Glitch took a moment to process like he was confirming something, muttering the words "Xorda, north pole, Mobius, Sally…" and then snapping his fingers, a wide smirk on his face as he says "I know when I am now."
"When?" Rotor asked, noticing the wording, to which the mouse responded "Don't worry about it." "Well, then I think we should go see Sally and get your situation figured out. But we still don't even know your name," Rotor explained, looking at the strange, stoned mouse, who looked down a moment. Do I remember my own name? Of course I do. Should I tell them that, knowing what I know? No, I need a name that fits into this place. A name that's cooler than- "Glitch." The mouse blurted out the word without much else in response, to which Tails took a moment to ask "Is that… Your name, or just… What you are?" From the mouse came a blunt answer; "Yes."
Introductions established, Rotor decided it was time to maybe speak to the leadership, and told Glitch and Tails to follow him out of the building. Walking along, "Glitch" would take in the sights of the underground base, which had clearly seen better days at much in the way of repairs were apparently in the midst of happening; broken sections of tunnel, supports being held up and strapped together with tape as a temporary measure, and lots of signs of a confrontation in scuffs, burns, and so on around the floors and walls. Outside, it was a slightly better condition; several mostly-repaired buildings were in immediate view of the exit, and down the pathway nearby one of the repair sites were two figures; a chipmunk girl that Glitch immediately recognized as Princess Sally Alicia Acorn, leader of the world-famous Freedom Fighters, and a rabbit he didn't immediately recognize.
Sally was in the middle of a conversation with the strange rabbit when she noticed the boys approaching. Glitch could hear the "We'll talk later," from the princess before she'd turned to address the approaching trio. "Hey, fellas," Sally greets her friends, before Glitch exhales a billowing cloud of smoke from behind the other two, which obscured his face. Sally, trying to get a look without getting any closer, mentions "I'm… Sorry, but I don't believe we've met before." "We haven't," Glitch says bluntly, before he points his joint-hand at the strange rabbit behind her. She was cream-colored, but her black attire and long, one-eye-covering bangs and piercings made her stand out like a sore thumb compared to many of the others. The words that followed from the mouse, without missing a beat from his answer to the Princess, were "You're not fucking canon."
The cussing prompted Sally to reflexively plant her hands over the ears of the young fox boy present, while the strange rabbit behind her would start giving Glitch a real stink-eye from behind a book she had somehow produced while he wasn't looking. "Who the fuck're you?" Glitch asked the rabbit, speaking entirely past the Princess, who answered for her with "She is a traveling witch who has volunteered her abilities in helping the Freedom Fighters," before her tone got more stern and her eyes locked onto the stoner in a glare; "and I would advise you watch your language further, at least around Tails."
Glitch vanished from where he was standing, appearing next to the strange rabbit – and prompting a silent conversation between Sally and Rotor about the possibility of brain damage on this one – and stating "You're not the rabbit I expected to see chatting with Sally." The goth rabbit-girl, not looking up from her book now, replied "And I wasn't expecting to meet someone in Knothole that smelled like a back-alley dealer." "Cute," Glitch replied with a smug tone, "but where I'm from, it's legal. How long have you been here?" "Long enough to know you're not supposed to be here." Finally, her eyes looked up from the pages of that book, which Glitch had started peeking at when his eyes moved to meet hers. "So you're real," Glitch states simply, looking at her with a knowing look.
The rabbit snapped her book closed, standing up and, with an urgent tone in her voice, called out "Sally, get Rotor and Tails somewhere safe. I think we've got a live one here." Glitch, noticing the escalating tone, looks over his shoulder at Sally and the other two with an arched brow; Sally did indeed take up a shielding position in front of her friends, but was asking "What did he-" Her voice being interrupted by a purple energy barrier erecting itself between him and Sally. Wheeling his attention around, Glitch looked at the goth rabbit-girl, whose hand was now surrounded with an ominous, purple glow that matched that of the barrier that now surrounded the two of them.
"You have sixty seconds to explain yourself, stoner. Last guy like us I left alone did a whole lot of damage on his way out the door." The goth's tone was much more serious, but still held on to that hostile indifference in it, making it hard to get a read on her current openness. Glitch, despite his lack of confidence in whether she'll actually listen, asks "You okay with a hotbox while I talk?" before taking a drag off his joint, nice and long. As he exhaled, the smoke billowed out and surrounded them thoroughly, which blocked vision in and out of the barrier. The rabbit coughed a few times in response, and groaned.
"Listen," Glitch started, before the rabbit-witch used her magic to take hold of the smoking joint, floating it out of Glitch's hand and dropping it to the ground, stomping the flame out, which got an indignant "Heeey!" out of the mouse. The goth bunny answered "No smoke breaks in your explanation. Clock's ticking." Shit, she's serious was the first thing Glitch could think, but a grumble escapes him, resigning himself to long-winded exposition. "Hear me out, I just kinda woke up in Cyberspace with no idea how I got there. I guess I ended up tripping security somewhere, because I got jumped by local geometry, I… I probably read as malware, honestly, but that's not the point." Glitch waves his hands around as if trying to swat some bothersome flies away, getting himself back onto the track that he wanted to get to, "I don't know how I got here, so I can only assume we're stuck, and if we're where and when that I believe we are? We have something very scary coming our way we need to worry about."
Then, Glitch had a sudden worry, peeking over his shoulder and asking the rabbit "They can't hear us, can they?" "No, I soundproofed my barrier magic," the rabbit plainly explains, keeping her guard up still, "better they don't hear the kinds of conversations we can have about this place. Can't imagine how much information would cause unraveling…" "Oh we want a level of unraveling. Can't be raveling, no sirree," Glitch spoke rapidly as he was starting to think more thoroughly about a future he felt only he could foresee right now. But she's clearly from home, so she can at least understand the danger we're in.
"What do you mean you want unraveling?" the rabbit witch asked him, "I know your high but… Come on." "No no, hear me out," he says, flickering a new joint into his hand – something that startles the rabbit girl. After lighting and taking a drag from said smoke, the mouse exhales, and asks "Do you know what a Genesis Wave is?" The rabbit, after a brief coughing from the smoke, looked down and rubbed her chin in though. "Uuuh… I know Sega made the Genesis. Nothing about a wave. Does this have to do with that 'Fleetway' stuff?" Glitch arched a brow at her answer, "You know Fleetway Sonic?" "Unfortunately." "Cute, but no, not any of that." The rabbit sighed in relief at Glitch's final answer about Fleetway. "We're in Archie Sonic, different publication, consider it a… Different timeline. A dead one." Glitch's explanation wasn't going in a friendly direction with his tone.
"Does that have to do with what a 'Genesis Wave' is?" The rabbit asks, to which Glitch tells her "A Genesis Wave is a technologically-powered phenomenon that allows one to rewrite the current rules of reality, but only for the universe it's activated in." Glitch pauses for effect, and continues, "A Super Genesis Wave, affects all universes tied to the one it's activated within, as well as any open connections that happen to be ongoing at the time." The rabbit's expression didn't shift much, but it was enough for Glitch to know that she was absorbing the information precisely the way he needed her to. "So… How long until that happens?" Her question was somber, but his response was curt and almost humorous in how dismissive of the concern he just built up he was, "Oh we've got lots of time!"
The rabbit blinks, confused by the sudden tone shift, and asks Glitch "What's that supposed to mean?" "Well, judging by the information I know, in the release timeline we're atabout…" Glitch drags out the word 'about' as he thinks a moment, before saying "Issue one-twenty-five, of about two-fifty." He then looks at the rabbit, and asks "You know anything about that part of the comics? It was like, 2003-2004." "Uuuh… I think so." The witch had to think pretty hard to recall that year. "Sonic was in space for a while, wasn't he?" "We," Glitch speaks up, "have a year before he's back from that, and however long after that to figure out what to do about the Genesis Wave. In issues, we have about 100 to go, but we're going to have to like… live out the time. But if the Genesis Wave plot starts?"
"If the Genesis Wave plot starts?" the rabbit asks after a moment of the stoned mouse looking vacantly beside himself. Glitch then speaks up, looking over at the trio they blocked out of the conversation through the smokescreen. "Those three out there? Only one makes it through that timeline. Only one of those three has a future." Glitch's tone was genuine; thinking about these characters as people, knowing how everything goes down the way it does? Only one makes it out of this with any kind of existence. "That's why I gotta do a little unraveling if we're stuck here. You're gonna tell me not to do what I can to help them?" "Would you be thrilled if you found out your existence was just a comic book?" The witch asks Glitch her question with a serious tone.
Glitch's answer was honest. "Personally, I'd be flattered in a way, but I'd hate the attention." "That's not my point," the rabbit states bluntly, "we can't just tell them 'oh, we know everything because you're just a comic-book spin-off of a children's video game'." "Don't forget to add 'that isn't even canon anymore'," Glitch interjected, before taking a quick drag of his smoke. "Exactly my point!" the rabbit replies. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Glitch tells her "But how do we avoid not using that insight? It's hard not to have a god complex when you're standing in a world you've exhaustively read-up on the history and lore of."
"We're no better than an idiot time traveler to them if we don't do anything smart with the insights we have," the witch tells him, "I'm all for helping them, trust me. But we can't treat it like ripping a band-aid off." Glitch takes a moment to think. She had quite a point. But it didn't sit right with him, doing nothing. So he had to ask her one question, along with some clarification.
"So, you're not only not going to try, you're going to stop me from trying?"
The staredown was intense. The rabbit's dark glare piercing towards the incredulous brow of the stoned mouse. However, she finally broke, telling him "We can work to avert the Wave, but not at the cost of these people." "Tchya, duh," Glitch replied with a somewhat mocking tone, though he offered her his smoke once more as a new peace offering, to which she lifted her fingers in polite declination. "We'll do it your way, nice and subtle. I won't even mention the word 'comics' around anyone. Just… One question," Glitch looks back at the others outside the barrier again, before looking up at the witch and asking her "Has Antoine been acting funny lately?"
The rabbit's confusion was evident by her reply with a simple "Huh?" "Lemme clarify," Glitch holds a hand up, taking a drag off his smoke and asking through the smoke he exhales "Has the frenchman been acting particularly french?" "I mean, it's been such a wild ride settling in to this place that I haven't really been paying much attention…" The witch's answer wasn't satisfactory, but the mouse waved it off dismissively, telling her "I'll just have to take a look at him myself. It'll be easy."
Glitch looked at the barrier, his mind focusing on how he would like to be outside, similarly to how he had been operating in Cyberspace. He did indeed flicker, but instead of appearing outside the barrier like he had hoped, he was suddenly appearing against it, being shocked rather loudly before sent flying back towards the other side of the range of the shield, where he hit the wall in his physical form, and landed with a 'flump' face-down on the dirt, the hood of his poncho flopping over his head as a muffled "Owwwwww," escapes him.
A witch-like giggle escaped the rabbit, who raised a hand to lower the barrier, allowing the smoke to escape as she tells him "Let me get that for you, tough guy." Glitch, not feeling so hot about his flickering ability all of a sudden, simply used his hands to lift himself up and get to his feet like a normal person might. "Thank you…" the mouse mutters in response to the courtesy, before he looks up at the trio they had left out of the conversation.
"It's alright," the rabbit spoke up, "he's not so bad." Glitch looks at her, then smirks, pointing at her and looking at the trio, saying "See? Guardian-witch-lady here's cleared me of hostile intent." "You never asked my name, mister," she retorted from behind him, before adding "It's Lily, by the way." "I dunno, 'Guardian Witch' has a nice ring to it, but we can roll with that. Call me Glitch." Glitch holds a hand out to Lily, and his other towards Sally as she was learning his name for the first time. As hands were shaken, Lily asks "Is that just like, the category of cryptid you are, or your actual name?"
"Tails asked me the same thing. Nearest I can tell, I'm living data now. Possibly malware." Glitch explains this as he lets go of the shaking hands, which prompted Tails to ask a new question, "Does that make you come kind of program or something?" "Not one you want installed, but, it seems so, yeah," Glitch answers, before putting his hands together, a new joint appearing between his index and middle on the right, after the last was demolished by that wall-bounce fiasco just now, the word "So!" timed with the clap. It caught the others' attention enough.
"I've promised Lily here," making sure to emphasize his use of her actual name, "not to go into the details of a few factors that affect my decision-making, but she does trust that my decisions will be made with everybody here's best interests at heart." He was speaking with a rather genuine tone, all things considered, as he looked at the canonical trio of fictional characters he had come to meet today. "Can I ask you guys to trust that judgment?"
Rotor raised a hand somewhat as if about to say something, but physically retracted it as his hand was brought to his chin. He needed to assess his feelings. Tails, he looked to the true leader here for a response, as he was looking up at Princess Sally, who had already begun the assessment that Rotor was only now starting. She was the first to speak in the moment of consideration. "While I would prefer more information than you're willing to give us… I suppose we can rely on her judgment of character this time. We've had far too much happen to turn down willing help…" A slight spark in her eye appeared as she looked at the stoned mouse before her, and added "such as an extra pair of hands to fix up our Star Posts."
"Oh, sweet," Glitch lets out in an excited outburst, "I would love to help! Problem, though." "What's that?" Sally asks. "How?" Glitch's response got a small giggle out of Sally, who hid it with the back of her hand before saying "It's nothing too serious. Might just need something to jumpstart it, by Rotor's account, and we've got just the thing for that." "I still have to assess any other damage that could have been done," Rotor interjected, which had Sally nod, and tell him "Take Tails with you for the assessment, then." "Yes, ma'am!" Rotor and Tails saluted, and turned away, Rotor mentioning that it may be a long week of work on it.
"What do you need me to do, Sally?" Lily asked the princess, to which she replied "You and I will go check out the damages to the outskirts. But first, Glitch," she looked to the poncho'd mouse, who asked "Can we talk for a second?" Sally seemed hesitant, at first, but looked at Lily, who gave the closest to a reassuring gesture a goth witch could; a simple, dismissive shrug. "I'll catch up," Sally tells her, to which Lily nods, telling her "Don't take too long now," and turning to leave.
Turning her attention to Glitch, Sally asked "So, what is it?" "Lily mentioned someone else doing a bunch of damage on his way out. Is all this…?" Glitch motions towards Knothole Village, or rather the heavily damaged parts of it. A sigh escapes Sally, and she tells him "Yeah… His name's Axle. He was like you and Lily, no idea how he got here and no idea how to get home." There was a tinge of regret in her tone as she explained what happened, "but then, out of nowhere, he's… Suddenly throwing lightning bolts around. Lily was the first to volunteer to fight back and stop him, and she managed to chase him out of town." Looking over the damaged buildings, she added "If only he'd listened…"
"You like him?" Glitch asks bluntly, to which Sally replies "Well, I just wish I knew what was going through his head. He wasn't like you, telling everyone he comes in peace. He was more quiet… Until he wasn't." "That's why I stay loud," Glitch tells her, before taking a drag from his smoke, and adding "It's more honest, that way," while he exhaled the smoke away from the princess, and asked "So, what'd you need me to get?" This question seemed to bring Sally back from that moment of regret, and she spoke up with "Ah, right! You seem to know a lot, do you know where the Lake of Rings would be?" "You need me to get a Power Ring, right. Point me in a direction, then," Glitch replies.
Sally had one more hitch to add to that. "Well, you see," she starts, "I sent Bunnie to keep an eye on the Lake for the daily Ring, and I haven't heard from her since she went out there. So while you're out there, can you check on her?" "Sure thing," Glitch affirmed, giving her a playful salute before wandering off in a direction, to which Sally called out "Wrong way!" Glitch looked at her as she casually pointed the correct direction for him. A low stoned cackle escaped the mouse, as he said "Heh, heheh, yeah alright, that was my bad."