#-rudely shoves robotnik out of the way-

[junkydrawr]

3rd Season Sniv fic stuff.

Two scenes. The first is from the oldest of my rewritten stuff. Living in Knothole, Snively has been given shelter in Bunnie's hut, where he usually hides and avoids everyone. Sally finally gets him on a work schedule doing random chores and goes to retrieve him.

2nd scene: wrote this very recently. Snively goes to the weekly bonfire.

(Most scenes in this fic are from Sniv's POV but not all.)

Sally knocked on the door. Three brisk raps. She waited, swinging a cloth bag in one hand.

There was no answer.

Again, the three knocks. There was no movement from inside. Perhaps he was sleeping or simply ignoring her. Either was unacceptable.

Despite her inclination that this was rude, she shoved open the door and strode in. It was Bunnie's house, not Snively's.

She surveyed the front room. It was neater than she'd ever seen it. Spotless, really. The couch was empty, the thick striped blanket draped neatly over its back.

She thought perhaps Snively had gone out, but then she heard a soft -swish-swish- sound from the bedroom.

She set the bag on the couch and headed towards the noise.

Standing in the doorway, she silently beheld him, sweeping the floor with his back to her. He was humming tunelessly, which mutated into a shriek when he turned and saw her.

“Oh shit,” He gasped, eyes wide. “What are you doing in here?”

“You read my mind, Snively,” she said dryly. “What are you doing in here?”

He hefted the broom in one hand, giving it a pointed look, and then resumed his sweeping.

“Floor looks clean to me.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “It's time for you to come out.”

He bit his lip, his breath coming in heavier. His eyes had gone round again, anxious and child-like. “You need me to come to Robotropolis...?”

“Not yet.”

“Oh.” He expelled a nervous breath, his face acquiring its usual blasé manner. “Well...goodbye then. Thanks for the chat.” And he turned his back on her again.

Sally didn't leave. He didn't turn around, sweeping stubbornly over the same spot, trying to wait her out. The left sleeve of his uniform was starting to fray and a loose thread floated back and forth with his motions. She wondered if he ever took it off. Bunnie had joked that he probably bathed in it.

“Are you glad that the people voted for you to live?”

Silence.

“They chose to let you live here. To be one of us.”

Dead air.

“Answer me, Snively.” Her voice was a growl. His shoulders stiffened.

“I don't get your point,” he hissed. “And it's a joke, to think they want me 'to be one of them'.”

“Nevertheless, you're going to be integrated into this village. Like it or not. Everyone in Knothole contributes and that includes you.”

He pivoted around on his heel, his face stormy. “They don't want me around. My company isn't going to make anyone happy, neither me or them! Why can't you just leave me in peace?”

“I just told you.” Her hands went to her hips. “You need to pitch in. And sweeping Bunnie's floor a hundred times doesn't count.”

A whiny sort of groan escaped him. He was used to obeying commands, and Sally knew she'd break him down eventually. She wasn't done yet. “Another thing, Snively. You're going to get rid of that uniform.”

“...What?” He shot her an incredulous look. “I don't think so.”

“It's not a request.”

“No.” His knuckles turned white; he was clutching the broom more like a club now. She didn't like this hostile posture. “I refuse!”

“Snively...” The name was imbued with every ounce of malice she could muster. Pretty good. Not quite Robotnik level...but...

He shook his head vigorously. “I-I can't! There's no way...” The broom dropped with a clatter and he clenched his arms across his chest. “I'm not a Mobian. I can't just-”

Sally's infuriation rose. “Honestly, Snively! Do you seriously think I'm asking you to walk around without clothes? Come here!”

He followed her into the main room. She threw the cloth bag and he awkwardly caught it, juggling it like it was afire. Upon opening it, he found several pairs of shirts, pants, socks and a pair of work gloves.

“Rosie gathered together some spare clothes. She sewed them to fit you.” Sally sniffed indignantly. “Maybe you can thank her one of these days, if you even know what the phrase means.”

“Tank tops...? I don't wear things like that. I'm going to look absurd.”

“You already do.” She smirked and a hard scowl touched his lips. He dropped the bundle on the floor and kicked it away.

“Thanks, but no thanks, Princess. I'm good with what I have.”

“You seem to think you have a choice.” She spoke flatly, her eyes boring into his. “You wear the clothes provided or you go naked. Bunnie is going to collect your uniform this evening. And it's going to go on the bonfire.”

Snively looked down at the clothes and rolled his eyes upwards with a large sigh.

“Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” He muttered.

“Good boy.” She smirked and nodded sharply. “Now, come along. We're going to see what your duties for this week are.”

She opened the door. Trees rustled; sunlight and shade swayed over the ground. The air was soft, warm, alive. On such a day, she was even looking forward to fishing.

Snively, from that world of inorganic metal, balked at the doorway. He looked almost sick. Seeing him shrink back, in his ratty uniform, and those pale eyes wide... Sally felt a strange, sudden pang of sadness.

She couldn't imagine such a fear – being afraid of the outdoors, afraid of the company of living creatures. The want to burrow away and never be seen again, never breathe the freshness of spring.

But that was his choice, she thought fiercely. She shoved the sadness aside, reached out, grabbed his sleeve. Roughly she pulled him, dragging the creature of dark into the burning light.

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SCENE TWO

(Bunnie's hut, evening. Snively looks through his new clothes.)

Snively pawed through the pile again. He wasn't mistaken. "Bloody hell."

Bunnie looked over from her book. "What's wrong, Sugah?"

"There's no underwear!" He burst out.

"What's an underwear?"

Snively's eyebrow twitched. "What's a..." He let out a long angry breath. "They're clothes you wear...um...under your clothes..."

Bunnie brushed her ear aside. He could see it now on her face - the bemusment. The Overlanders are so strange smirks and giggles from his Mobian school days. And she confirmed , smiling as she said: "Why would you wear clothes under yer clothes? Is it like back-up in case yer top set gets ruined?"

"Yes, laugh it up, Mobian. You don't understand."

She frowned. "No, Ah don't understand, Snively. That's why Ah'm asking."

"Nevermind," he snapped, not eager to discuss the details with her.

She chuckled softly. "It's gonna be alright. If these underwears are real important to you, Ah'm sure Rosie can make you some."

Oh, that would be fun. Getting measured for that? He grit his teeth. The Princess had confiscated all the possessions he'd taken from the city, including his extra clothes. Maybe she'd let him have them back.

Bunnie tapped her metal fingers on the table. "Gettin' close to bonfire time. You'd better hand over that uniform."

He stiffened. "The Princess was serious about that?"

"Of course."

He mumbled under his breath. His eyes were burning suddenly, as he clutched his chest. The feel of the heavy fabric, long-sleeved and high-collared, fitting like a glove...it was the only familiarity he had left. He glared at the array of tanktops and light tees. "Punishment. Eternal fucking punishment." He hissed.

"Ya know, there's plenty of folks who ain't too happy about seeing you walkin' about like this. Wearing that like yer waving a flag of Robotropolis in their face. It's insulting."

"That's ridiculous!" His voice rose. "What am I supposed to do?! Walk around bloody bare-assed like they do?"

She chuckled, pointed at the pile. "Why do you think Sally got clothes for you? Sugah, you are so overdramatic. It's like you like gettin' mad."

He jumped up, ready to kick that mass of clothes, scream, anything...when there was a knock on the door. Sally entered, casting her eye to him where he stood seething, his fists quivering at his sides.

"Snively, I told you to give that over to Bunnie."

"No!" He screamed.

Sally blinked, taken aback. "Excuse me?" She looked him over as he took a step back, his fists rising closer to his chest, his teeth bared. "Silly me. I was expecting cooperation and instead you're behaving like a baby." She shook her head with a large sigh. "Don't be difficult."

"I never agreed to this," he hissed. "All these rules, all this punishment."

"Nobody's punishing you. We're trying to help you adapt, Snively. You can't do that when you're clinging to your old life. Now come on, go change."

And in the face of that, Snively wilted. If he continued to resist, he'd look a fool. They didn't need to bend his fingers back to make him submit. Just present their faux caring, throw him under the burning gaslights.

He grabbed one of the tees and headed for the bathroom.

"You can keep your boots," Sally called as he slammed the door shut.

Once he was changed, he reluctantly dropped his tailcoat into Sally's waiting hands.

"Good. Thank you. Now come on, let's go."

"You're going to make me watch?"

"You're going to put it in. It'll be a nice gesture. Show people you want to change." She gave him a severe look. "You know, like you promised to do at your trial?"

The blows just kept coming.

He grumbled and followed them out. Already he could see the flames from the pit in the middle of the village. The girls walked ahead of him, and he heard Bunnie giggle, caught the words 'sucha little drama king.'

There were less furballs at the fire than he'd expected, but still too many. He sat wedged between Bunnie and (to his dismay) Tails. He huddled on his seat, glad for the roaring flames. The evening chill wafted through his t-shirt. The animals laughed and joked, shooting the shit. Tails began roasting marshmallows.

"Want one, Snerdly? I make 'em the best!" The child boasted, as in the meantime, his marshmallow went up in flames.

He shook his head. He'd never had one before.

"They're so good!" The kid scarfed down the charred treat. "Especially when they're a little burnt! I can make you one, no prob."

"I said no, you-" Sally was watching him across the fire. He sweetened his tone. "-you...just keep them for yourself," he finished lamely.

Tails giggled. He leaned in and whispered. "You're afraid of my Aunt Sally, aren't you?"

"I wasn't aware you were related," Snively intoned dryly. "I would've thought your relatives were also vulpines."

"Oh, we're not," Tails said, and he was quiet as he loaded his next marshmallow. He sniffed a little as he put it into the flames.

Snively knew the kid was contemplating his absent parents. I could really dig in, make him cry. Wouldn't that dampen the festivities? He was nearly unaware of the smirk curving his lips, until he caught sight of Sally's eyes, narrowed and furious.

...And I haven't even done a thing. He widened his eyes and sent her an innocent smile.

She stood up amid a lull in the conversation. "Guys, Snively has something he'd like to do."

Fuck.

"Get a nose reduction?" Sonic. Laughter followed.

Sally stood by the roaring flames, beckoning Snively to stand. He quivered, fighting the mounting rage.

If I break down in front of them...she's got me right where she wants me. He plastered on his poker face.

She held up his uniform for a moment. Then she turned, depositing it into his arms. "Here you are, sir."

He sighed, gazing down at his coat. The thick soft fabric, the short tails lined in red silk. Fire gleaming off the polished buttons, his Robotropolis brassard like a blot of blood. He could see his t-shirt past the bundle in his arms - common and lowbrow.

All the eyes were on him.

"I...don't have another coat," he said lowly to Sally. "Can't I just...?"

"Burn it!" Sonic yelled.

"We'll get you a coat, Snively."

"Burn it!" The kid joined in with his idol. "Yeah!"

Sally gave him an encouraging nod.

One day, I'll be back in my uniform again. When Naugus and Robotnik are dead. And these twits will regret this.

He heaved the coat into the fire and returned to his seat amidst a few cheers and claps. Sally said 'here's to a new Snively.' More claps. Underneath it, he could feel the whispers and resentment, as pervasive as the chill in the air.

The flames roared high, feeding off their fresh offering. Bright sparks flew upwards, died quickly. He sat, rigid, watching it burn.

Just remember. One day.

#snively #Junkysnivfic #SatAM

[teamxdark]

More Dark Boom lore? If you're okay with that.

Alright. Alright this one is going into full DB Shadow backstory spoiler territory.

Aside from the obvious (I wanted Boom Rouge), DB was almost entirely inspired by the Sonic Boom episode Mech Suits Me. Because they find a mech suit in the shape of a hedgehog??? It turns red and black and makes you angry, paranoid, rude, violent, you get red eyes, super strength, skates on your feet...

Yeah. Yeah I'm 100% convinced that the mech suit was Shadow's and he comes from the time of the Ancients.

Also, the reason why the suit took over Sonic was due to a symbiote chip that takes over the host. So what if that chip copied Shadow's personality at the final time he used it? And also, more importantly, who do we know that was an Ancient who also had a knack for machines like that?

Lyric the Snake is the Gerald Robotnik of Dark Boom, and here's why.

Lyric the Snake was dying of an incurable disease (GEE DOESN'T THAT SOUND FAMILIAR) and only trusted robotics to keep him alive. Potentially... Because his original attempt at a cure didn't work? That cure being, of course, the Ultimate Lifeform.

But here's the kicker; Lyric had a robot assistant named MAIA. Now tell me, what do you get if you shove an R in the middle of MAIA?

To make a very, very long piece of backstory short, I decided that Lyric made Shadow to cure himself, with the assistance of Maria, his lab partner. As Shadow developed, he grew a strong bond with Maria, who he saw as a mother or sister figure. However, Maria ended up catching the same disease as Lyric before Shadow's maturation was complete, and died very quickly. This caused Shadow to fear friendship and bonds, as well as wipe out the Ancients civilisation in his grief and rage (because he's also a demigod but that's for another day). In the end, he was sealed away by the Echidnas using beams of light similar to the Enerbeams that Tails invents in the future (which is why Shadow reacts badly to flashes of light) and Lyric gave up on people because his one shot at a cure was gone, his people were gone, his assistants were gone, and he had nothing except a suit keeping him alive and a knack for robotics.

Still, he felt some guilt over what happened to Maria, so he made MAIA with her in mind. "It's Maria, but something is missing from it."

Shadow is freed many centuries later with amnesia and no memories except the idea that bonds are pain and friends are a weakness and way too much rage.

So yeah that's the Shadow backstory (in a nutshell) for DB. Come back another day for Echidna and Chaos Crystal lore.

#Smash speaks. #Dark Boom. #miria-fantom

[l-sincline]

Cybernetics- Cyberpunk!Sonic AU- Chapter 6

Amy Rose has been working tirelessly at her broken down booth for as long as she can imagine. Ever since Tails left their work to join forces with the revered hero of Mobius, ‘The Blue Blur’, she’s grown lonely and desperate to make her life exciting. A strange customer comes in one day asking her to fix his cyborg arm, what she didn’t know was that he would be the catalyst for a brand new life.

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Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Amy Rose/Shadow the Hedgehog, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog), Shadow the Hedgehog, Sonic the Hedgehog, Miles “Tails” Prower, Dr. Eggman | Dr. Robotnik, Rouge the Bat, Whisper the Wolf, Cream the Rabbit, Knuckles the Echidna, Badnik (Sonic the Hedgehog), E-123 Omega, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Cyberpunk, Angst, Slow Burn, Partners in Crime

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Amy’s eyelids felt heavy as she forced them open, head pounding and body overall sore. She groaned and tried to lift her head off the floor, only causing her headache to scream at her to stop. Her head thumped back on the floor, causing a jolt of pain to shoot through to her eyes, she squinted and hissed in discomfort.

“Don’t force yourself to get up.” She suddenly heard a familiar voice speak quietly, as if catering to her pounding head.

There was some rustling and suddenly her head was lifted gently just a few centimeters by a cold hand, followed by a bit more rustling. When her head was put back down, there was something softer than the cold, hard floor, it wasn’t any pillow, but it was a lot better than just the floor.

“The height wasn’t the big issue, but the speed definitely caused a bit of damage.” He explained softly, voice trailing away as his shoes clanked quietly on the ground.

Clanked... they were made out of some sort of metal. Not being able to bring herself to speak, she merely grunted in response and took the silence as a chance to take in what she could about her surroundings with her eyes remaining closed. Overall, it was slightly cold, the floor felt as if it was some sort of cement covered in a layer of dirt and grime. There was a cool breeze that entered where ever she was. At first she assumed it was a window, but there was too much of a breeze for it to just be a window or even a door frame. When she inhaled, she mostly smelled moss and dusty air. She hardly heard anything, the clanking and talking had stopped, now there was just a slight whistling of wind and an occasional bird. No crowd... definitely not the outer ring then. Honestly, the silence was very new to her. She breathed deeply as the initial shock of the headache continued to fade, now it just sat clustered behind her eyes, pounding still, but somewhat manageable. Her body still ached, but it was becoming tolerable as well. She tried opening her eyes again, the bright light of day caused her to squint slightly, but instead of just closing them again, she let her eyes get adjusted and finally got a chance to look around the room.

It seemed to be a very old apartment building, the entire room was gutted, though she could see some marks scorched onto the wall from where kitchen appliances had once sat. Vines and moss grew all over, and the entire place seemed to be coated in dirt, grime, and dust. The doorway sat with no door, leading to the hall of the building and allowing the smallest of looks into the apartment across from this one. She turned her head and finally saw where the breeze was coming from.

There was a giant hole blown in the wall and part of the ceiling. They must be on the very top floor, as all that she could see out of the ceiling was sky, though looking out the side she saw the tops of some buildings that also looked worse for wear. In front of the hole stood ‘Myst’, arms crossed as he stared out on the city below. His cloak must be what’s under her head right now, she figured. He wore a utility vest of sorts, it seemed to be protective, but she could see straps on the back that would probably lead to holding small pouches on the front. The shoes still intrigued her, they had seemingly given him the ability to glide, she wanted to know how they worked. Eventually she dragged her gaze away, finding it rude to stare, and saw that he’d apparently grabbed her hammer and brought it as well. He must’ve somehow figured out how to collapse it, because it was back to being a bag.

Amy tried lifting her head once more, it was easier this time, and she propped herself up on her elbow, stopping to allow her body a moment to acclimate to the change as her muscles screamed stop. The cement floor probably wasn’t helping her heal any faster.  She pushed herself up again so that now she was sitting upright on her butt, she shuffled a bit so she could lean against the wall, breathing through clenched teeth as her body objected yet another hard surface, she picked the folded cloak up off the ground and shoved it between the lower end of her back and the wall to create a cushion.

“How do you feel?” He asked, still facing away.

“Like dying would’ve been preferable.” She responded with a huff as she rubbed her forehead.

“You’re lucky you didn’t hit a wall or anything, I’m already surprised you didn’t break a bone.” He commented.

“Hooray for me.” She breathed out monotonously.

A blanket of silence covered the room, leaving only the wind and the birds to fill it. She frowned, looking back to where he stood rather nonchalantly before finally sucking in a breath of air and taking the first step.

“So are you going to tell me why I was almost arrested by Mobius’ hero for assisting a criminal?” ‘Myst’ scoffed.

“He’s hardly a hero.” He muttered finally uncrossing his arms with a swish and holding them up as if to say ‘I don’t know.’ “I thought I’d done my research well enough.”

“Research?”

“Well I can’t just go to any old mechanic.” He spoke as if it was obvious. “Just like I told you, I needed someone that wouldn’t have the media on their doorstep, someone with no rep. But more than that, I needed someone who could figure this shit out.” He gestured once to his right arm and once to his left. “That was you. I didn’t know that you’d be closer to the Blue Blur than I thought until after you’d mentioned his little buddy, and that was on the night I took you to dinner.” ‘Myst’ shrugged.

“So I did just do this to myself, didn’t I? I ran my mouth too much.” She sighed in defeat.

“No.” He cut in aggressively “I brought you in to this. If I hadn’t come to you in the first place you’d be back if your shop painting that damn hammer you designed and maybe getting an actual check up from your friend instead of a ploy to arrest you.”

He seemed more angry at himself than her, she frowned. It didn’t feel good, to be the reason someone felt guilty. He turned around and kicked a stone, eyes narrow as he made his way over to her.

“And now, you’re stuck in it, so I might as well make you a proposition or else you’re gonna want to go launch yourself up into space on a stolen spaceship and just embrace the criminal lifestyle.”

He towered over her, she had to crane her neck to look up at him, and she gasped, hands instinctively flying up to cover her mouth as she looked at his face.

“...your eye.” She spoke in awe. In his left eye, the camera that served as a pupil narrowed its shutter slightly before widening again as he stepped back and looked away.

“I’m sixty percent cyborg.” He answered the question she hadn’t spoken yet.

“What... how?” Her hands lowered.

“Two arms, an eye, one lung, half of my heart, a part of my spine, ten ribs, plus all connecting pieces that run Thuluhide to my heart and electric signals from my brain.” His explanation was cold. “I’m as close to a machine as a living thing can get.”

“It’s... amazing. A true technological advancement.”

“It’s a little less amazing when the doc himself made it, but sure, we can go with that.” He practically spat, turning on his heel to step back to where he had stood by the hole before standing to face her again. “All you need to know right now, is that the Blue Blur is mad because I stole these-“ ‘Myst’ reached to his arm that she hadn’t fixed and pressed a button embedded in his wrist, the forearm popped open to reveal seven ports for microchips, at another press of a button, two microchips popped out. One green and one red. Gently, he removed them and held them up, there was something written on them, but they were too small for her to be able to see it. “-These are very powerful microchips that Robotnik’s grandfather made to be able to give power to the user. They’re microchips, so they can really go in anything, but they’re meant for cyborgs.”

“What do they do?” She asked.

He seemingly opted for a visual demonstration. Without either chip in, he extended his palm out the hole and shot a blast to hit a building. It didn’t do too much, there was a small sound of a crack and some dust that rose. Then, he pressed both chips back into place, shut the forearm compartment and held his hand up once more. This blast was more familiar, as his lights spent a slightly longer time growing brighter, along with growing significantly brighter than they had with the last blast. He aimed at a different building, and easily blasted a hole in the wall, dust exploding around the impact point as pieces of cement fell to the abandoned street below.

“And if you were wondering how you got here,” he turned back to her a spoke once more, but suddenly, he was gone in a flash of light. Amy jerked foreword, looking around. There was another flash of light and she whipped around to look at the doorway in which he now stood. “That would be how.”

“But... how does any of that work?” She questioned confusedly.

“Hell if I know.” He responded. “All I know if that there’s one in the Blue Blur’s leg, the other four are missing and Robotnik wants them.”

“So... you just want to get them all before the others?”

He was silent, gaze seeming to go from passionate will to distanced upset.

“That’s the base of it, sure.”

“What will you do when you get them?” She pressed. He quietly turned to look back out the hole.

“... It’s said that if one collects all seven they may be able to go through time.” He said quietly. “I don’t know that for certain, but I do know there’s I wrong I need to right that is worth the risk.”

Amy was silent, she looked down to her boots on her feet that were stretched out in front of her. She didn’t bother pressing any further anymore, she doubted she’d be getting anymore than she already had, which was certainly a lot more than she’d previously known.

“You’re wrapped up in this now, which means you have three choices.” He began as he turned back to her once more. “Go get yourself arrested, tell them everything you know about me, maybe even earn yourself a spot on the illustrious ‘team blue blur’, or you could just run away, live on your own outside the cities doing gods knows what. Or, you can work for me.”

“Work for you?”

“I know your jealous of your little buddy, he got the job and you didn’t, but I’d like to think I could give a better opportunity.”

“How so?”

“I’m not a prick that’s too far up on his high horse to see the ground.” He responded matter of factly.

Amy’s jaw dropped before she began to laugh. It felt good to finally relax her shoulders and just laugh, though it did make her headache pound a little harder. She looked up to see him staring at her expectantly.

“Well can I at least know who I’m working for?” He smiled slightly.

“You’re working for Shadow.”

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanfiction #my writing #shadow the hedgehog #Amy Rose #cyberpunk au #Shadamy

[latin-dr-robotnik]

Sonic High School AU (#14) - Where’s Sonic?

Amy: Hey Knuckles, have you seen Sonic?

Knuckles: Oh, hey Amy... wasn’t he hanging out with you?

Amy: Well... no.

Knuckles: That’s a puzzle...

Tails: *flying from the distance* Hiiiiiiii Amyyyyy! *lands* Hey Knuckles, what’s up?

Amy: Tails, have you seen Sonic today?

Tails: Well... last time I saw him, he said he had to pick you up after class... but then he looked at his phone and ran off. He said ‘something more important’ happened, why you ask?

Amy: What?

Knuckles: Tails!

Tails: Huh? Is there something wrong?

Knuckles: You were quite rude with your choice of words, boy! Look!

Amy: Oh. It’s fine. No need for him to tell me about it. *looking away* It’s okay, not even a text or anything. *slight pause* Yep, totally fine, just leave good ol’ Amy hanging after class. Nothing wrong with that. *another pause* Tell me, Tails... where’d he go?

Tails: Uhh... I don’t actually know. He didn’t tell me where he was headed, but I think he ran back to the main building.

Knuckles: I’ll help you find him, Amy.

Amy: Thanks, Knuckles. You tagging along, Tails?

Tails: S-sure!

*A little bit later*

Amy: So, any news of Sonic?

Tails: Uhh I’m sorry, Amy, didn’t find anything upstairs.

Amy: Yeah, I had no luck looking in the buffet. It’s closed actually.

Knuckles: Wait, you hear that? Hush!

*Muffed voices can be hear echoing from a classroom down the empty corridor*

???: Stop with the excuses already! Do you think I’m stupid? That I didn’t notice? *Muffled talk*

Amy: Is that...?

Knuckles: Shh, let’s get closer.

*More muffled talking can be heard coming from the same classroom*

Knuckles: Alright, keep quiet and stay out of view.

Robotnik: Look, I know you copied her work, and what a lame work you did! SERIOUSLY, weren’t you paying attention or something? I’ve seen how you look at Amy...

Sonic: And what does her have to do with all of this?

Robotnik: You still don’t admit to it! *sigh* I know how kids like you roll, you’re just like that other pesky guy, Shadow. You guys are leeches, leeching off the good students’ work while you do nothing but look cool in the mirror and crack silly jokes at my expense. I’m already getting sick of you!

Sonic: Yeah, whatever.

Robotnik: Silence! Let this be a warning: I’ll keep a close eye on you, boy. You won’t cheat so easily on my class anymore. Should I catch you once again, you’ll regret it. NOW SCRAM!

Sonic: *disgusted groan*

Knuckles: He’s coming, back up, back up!

Amy: Ah! Wait, you’re pushing me! *falls*

Sonic: Huh, what are you guys doing here? And is that... Amy? *Reaching towards her* You okay?

Amy: Hmph! Don’t touch me.

Sonic: Huh? Oh... that whole ‘I’ll pick you after class, Amy’, right?

Amy: *arms crossed* Take a guess.

Sonic: *sigh* Look Amy, Ames, I’m sorry. I didn’t want anyone to know that I had to be here... dealing with this... rather embarassing stuff, y’know. Also, I was just going to look for you after this! I saw somebody you might know inside there...

Amy: Ah?

Sonic: Shh, listen.

Robotnik: NOW GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I SCHOOL YOU. *sigh* Okay... one more kid and I’ll be finally out of this hole and on my way to enjoy the weekend... 

Tails: *shoved by the leaving student trying to close the door* Hey, careful buddy!

Robotnik: *grabs some sheets of paper under his desk* Cream the Rabbit. Your turn.

[Check the rest of the Sonic High School AU here]

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic au #sonic high school au #let me get this straight: robotnik... isn't a good teacher #and i hope this part makes it clear #i think this is going to be a two-part that could be the last of this au for a while #i have to start going harder with final exams #and i might not have a part of this au ready every day #but at least we had some fun right? #it's not the official end of the au or anything #just a potential roadblock on its progress as study gets harder for me #i'll still be here posting stuff though #what a cliffhanger eh? #i have a personal view of cream for this au that could be very cool #also that 'hey knuckles what's up?' is an adventure reference i shoved in there #btw you can picture the exact moment amy's heart breaks in half :(