The Worst Crossover To Ever ‘Cross Over’ Pt.2
See, Danny isn’t terribly surprised with his predicament. And by that, he means that he is wholly unsurprised that he has to fake who he is. A fourteen year old kid working, in this day and age? Unlikely, he thinks. So he decides to pretend to be fifteen, what an easy fix. But that doesn’t help with Sonic’s side of the problem. Sure, Sonic gets confused for a kid, but..how old is he?
As soon as the thought surfaces, Danny opens his mouth to speak, turning to look at Sonic as they walk around, searching for a somewhat acceptable abandoned building or something similar to hide out in for now. “Uh, how old are you, exactly?” Danny asks, with little hesitation. Sonic shrugs; “Old enough to legally drink in some countries- why, worried about something?” Danny feels his face turn a bit white. Wow, his appearance does not match his age. With a nervous smile, Danny responds with, “Yeah, dunno if you could get a job looking like that. I’m fourteen, and even I look older than you.” Sonic coughs awkwardly. “I’m gonna have to work on that, aren’t I? What an unlucky day it is,” he says, with a yawn. Shelving that problem in order to focus on the most important one, the two continue to wander the streets, looking for something to temporarily call “home”.
It isn’t too long before they find a suitable place. Dark, dreary, just like everywhere else; but it’s far more exaggerated, and even dirtier than the rest of the city. Some old graffiti here and there, a broken window or two. Not too shabby on the inside, still has running water and an AC. It makes Danny wonder just how old this building is and just how long it’s been since it was last lived in.
Sonic inspects every nook and cranny of the building, as if checking for safety violations. It appears to be an old office building, with kitchen necessities in what might’ve been a break room, and running water in the bathrooms. He investigates alone, namely for “Danny’s safety”, he says, but it makes one think. The amount of spiders he’s killed seems to point to a different conclusion..but that’s of no matter.
After looking at every floor, Sonic finally decides which one they’ll be staying on. Something that’s just a cut above the rest, and also safe enough- the third floor, out of four. He waves Danny over to the cleanest spot in the spacious, main room, calling out, “Let’s sleep over here for now, since we kinda can’t clean anything yet. It looks a lot nicer here, away from the nasty corners.” Danny nods, agreeing in silence. It looks like they have a lot of work to do, as they both flop on the floor and try to sleep.
Danny, however, struggles to sleep. In an entirely new city, an empty building, with someone who he’s just been freshly acquainted with, trying to sleep on the cold, hard floor? That’s no easy feat, and he acknowledges this. So he comes to the most logical conclusion: why not check out the city from above, via Phantom form? In silence, he nods in agreement with his own thought, intrigued by his new possibilities. He’ll fly out and survey the town, enjoy the sunrise, if he’s awake for that long- try to make this place feel a little bit like home. Familiarize himself with it, perhaps. It sounds like a good plan, no? So he acts.
He whispers to himself, after assuring that Sonic is asleep, “Going ghost!” He transforms in silence. A little reminder of who he is, the whispers of who he was only hours ago, come to him via his reference of his beginnings. It gives him a feeling of determination, a want to explore. A desire to protect this new friend he’s found, and the strangers of a place he’s newly discovered. Slowly slipping through the floor, intangibly, he floats out of the building, making himself invisible so as not to spook anyone else who may be out at night.
In the night sky, he soars through the clouds as he takes in the layout of the city. It’s large, dark, and..full of crime, which makes a lot of sense in such a poverty-stricken area, but.. it has an air of abnormality. Suddenly, he hears some horrible sounds. Shrill, shrieking laughter booms out from a warehouse a few blocks away, his ears wishing for the silence of seconds before to return. Although he doesn’t truly want to approach, his obsession to protect those in need draws him to the source of the sound. The closer he gets, the more off everything seems. And..are those furries on the top of that building? What have I gotten myself into, he thinks, with an accompanying facepalm. Oh, boy.
Back in the cold, dreary office building, Sonic wakes up, restless. He feels terrible..he turns towards Danny, wanting to check on him, before quickly finding out that he’s not even present. What a fantastic day this has been. Sonic feels his heart pumping, ready for a run. He has to find Danny, to make sure he’s okay. Unless..he left of his own accord? Shit, what if he actually is weirded out by me..he said something about the unusualness of a guy like me showing up, didn’t he?! Sonic struggles to decide what to do. He knows Danny could be in need, he knows he’s young. And, from what he’s gathered, he’s a bit odd too, but if he needs help, of course Sonic should jump on in for him! They’re “partners in crime” now, aren’t they?
Despite his conscience screaming at him to go, he still struggles to make the choice. What if Danny really didn’t mean anything he said? But..he listens to that loud, desperate part of him. He doesn’t want to lose the only person he’s found here. If he can save or help this kid, someone who accepts him in this strange new place, that’s just what he’ll do.
So, against his “better judgement”, he rushes off, speeding around the town to find Danny. If anything, he should be where it’s quietest or where it’s loudest, since both are eeriest. As Sonic zooms off, going incredibly fast so as not to be seen clearly, he is particularly careful to check suspicious, disturbing areas.
Not long after he began his run, he finds Danny. But it’s quite the weird situation to be in.. cause Danny’s colors are inverted now? Amd there’s this weird bat guy a few buildings away, with some friends, too.. and a fucking..clown?! What is this shit, bad writing??!
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→ Silas has been healed by Malachi!
He will no longer appear to be injured in future posts.
→ Silas has also received a wish from Malachi! It will now take the form of a yellow Star Piece and be displayed on his profile.
[ . . . ]
It would be an understatement to say Silas wasn't sure how to react, he took a long moment to stare at the gift. This was the second time someone had given him something. His expression shifted from confusion to worry before settling into something more neutral as Malachi explained.
He didn't say anything at first, he was almost completely lost for words. Only being able to give a small puzzled sound before he hushed up again. It was after a long and awkward silence that he finally spoke up. Unlike his previous loud and over-the-top persona his voice was low and quiet. Barely loud enough to be heard, he seemed to be his genuine self in this moment.
It was obvious he wanted to ease their worry, possibly reassure them. But he couldn't, he couldn't possibly say it, not with all the people he let down. Those he ultimately left betrayed by his impulsive and self-destructive actions. Now that another person was willingly putting trust in him after all these years he wasn't about to make a false promise and ruin their hopes.
With a final sad glance at them, the Zoroark nervously put the item into his bag. Rather than closing it and moving on, he began to carefully go over everything. He shifted things to the side every so often as he appeared to be looking for something, something he could give them. After a while of searching, he finally pulled something small out of his bag.
"It was mine before I was forced to evolve." He quickly cringed at the thought before he continued, his voice still quiet, "My mo- I mean. My trainer gave it to me a long time ago... All it does is remind me of something I never wanted." He sighed holding it out, "Just don't break it, Please. If you don't want it. Just give it to someone who needs it more. I don't care. It's probably worthless to you anyway."
Despite claiming to not care, It was clear it pained him to give up one of his sentimental items to them, but he was too dead set on paying Malachi back to care for his own feelings at the moment.
Begrudgingly he gave the Jirachi the strange stone before he turned away, his usual rude tone quickly returning to cover up any vulnerability that might have slipped out. Silas threw them the best glare he could muster up. "Don't say I owe you anything. Alright? I don't want you knocking on my fuckin' door like a debt collector."
"I don't owe you shit, so don't say I do."
→ What's this? You received an item from Silas! He refuses to take it back. You have been gifted a [Everstone] by Silas, it appears to be roughly carved into the shape of a Zorua.
-> Malachi has been added to the relationships page.
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