sonicthehedgielover2

Shadow presses his palm flat against the cool, clear glass of the front door of the café, and he pushes the door open. The golden bell hanging above the door swings side-to-side as a result, sharply singing his exit into the otherwise mellow air within the café. Shadow takes a step outside and onto the cobblestone street, the usual warm air of Spagonia smacking him gently in the face. He breathes it in, the somewhat comforting scents of the multiple vendors lining the street corners tickling his nose. Shadow leans up against the door, effortlessly holding it open with his back, and he crosses his arms close to his chest. When he looks back inside, he raises an inquisitive brow at Rouge standing at the red front counter of the café. She’s in the midst of chatting animatedly with their waitress – “Sally” if he remembers correctly. Rouge leans her upper body against the top of the counter, her black purse hanging off her shoulder. With her winged back to him – and the calm, overlapping

Shadow sighs, contently, reclining back into the torn red cushions of the small booth he was in. He calmly takes in the 80s-themed coffee shop he rests in, drinking in the vibrant, old-fashioned colors and the large records framing the patterned wallpaper. He briefly looks at the large black-and-white photo hanging on the wall next to his booth, his red eyes roaming over the unknown people smiling as they stare at the camera. Out of the large window beside him, Shadow witnesses people - both Mobian and human - milling around the cobblestone streets in the town he's been touring the last several days. The people slip in and out of shiny shops, chatting and grinning with each other, and ordering exquisite foods from the vendors lining the crowded streets. Shadow sips the tea he's been nursing for the past couple of minutes, a bittersweet taste warming his tongue and a calming herbal scent tickling his nose. A golden bell jingles in front of the coffee shop, announcing the entrance of

“Mao Mao?” Badgerclops began, quietly. “Are you... sick?” The question felt stupid rolling off the edge of Badgerclops’ tongue and, for a second, he considered forgoing the mention of it. Surely, it would’ve been a whole lot more obvious if Mao Mao had been sick. That is until he registered the fact that Mao Mao’s body immediately tensed the instance in which the inquiry left Badgerclops’ mouth, the feline’s green eyes flickering to the floor, and back to Badgerclops’ face. Stiffly, as if the cat was forcing himself to, Mao Mao gave him a crooked smile. “What?” Mao Mao squawked, offensively, waving off Badgerclops’ suggestion. “Of course not.” Badgerclops gave him a blank look, his face slipping into a deadpan. Even someone who didn’t even know Mao Mao well enough could’ve easily been able to tell that the feline was lying through his teeth. “Mao, come on,” Badgerclops continued. “I know something’s up with you.” This time, Mao Mao flinched, as if Badgerclops had slapped

After reviewing some of my older stories, I realized that this story never really got an official ending. So, I'll be doing an epilogue to finish this story out! Don't know when I'll post this next chapter, but I'll try.

Draxum hummed an old melody from when he was young - right before his world crumbled around him, and he was required to grow stronger than everyone else to compensate. He plucked a test tube from the holder resting upon the scarred table beside him and, pinching it between his clawed thumb and forefinger, he swirled it around, the bubbling liquid within sloshing against its sides. The liquid glowed a bright, menacing green, illuminating everything its man-made light touched. It was almost too hard to believe that this ooze - even a tiny drop - could ensure his entire future. Draxum stared at his personal creation, and he lowered his hand, gently replacing the small lab equipment back within its empty slot. His eyes scoured the rest of what was scattered across the table, taking in the various pieces of lab equipment he acquired over many years of hard work. Eventually, his gaze fell onto a large crystal ball-like orb sitting atop a pale brown pedestal, its glossy black surface

Badgerclops' eye widened in shock, and he just registered the familiar small, sharp object shooting from Mao Mao's palm towards him. "Whoa, dude!" He gave an undignified shriek, and he quickly forced his exhausted body into a duck. A light gust of wind brushed against the disheveled fur on top of his head and, somewhere behind him, there was a dull thunk. Badgerclops slowly craned his neck around to look at the source of the sound, his heart beating loudly in his ears. Once his gaze settled upon the mystery item, his eye nearly bugged out of his head and his jaw dropped down slightly. Embedded deep into the thick wooden beam - right where his head originally was, Badgerclops noted - was none other than a large ninja star. The pointy tips of the small, lethal projectile glinted brightly in the lights of the Dojo, and a small orange halo encircled a small black drawing in the middle of it. Badgerclops gradually rose to his feet, the general terror that came with almost being impaled

Badgerclops abruptly snapped into consciousness, his body moving faster than his drowsy mind, and he automatically popped into an upright position. It was an instinctual reaction that he swiftly developed shortly after he began to travel with Mao Mao. For some odd reason, the feline was a literal magnet for trouble; danger constantly licking at Mao Mao's heels. Badgerclops would be fibbing if he said that it wasn't often when he'd end up rolling out of his sleeping bag in the wee hours of the morning just because Mao Mao had somehow managed to get into a tussle with a bad guy. However, instead of feeling the soft fabric of their large camping tent brush against his noggin, Badgerclops' head smacked directly into the wooden ceiling above him with a loud thump. Pain blossomed across his forehead and a cry nearly slipped through his loose lips. The only good thing to come from the accident was that the uncomfortable sensation erased the last dregs of sleep from his mind, and he became