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junkydrawr · 9 months

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More Snively fic!

This scene is wedged in after fishing with Sonic and Sally but before gardening with Melinda. A few other scenes (not posted) take place in between as well and this scene also references other non-posted earlier stuff. Also, there is reference to the SatAM episode 'Sonic Conversion' (where they attempt to build a deroboticizer).

After Snively had woken the next morning and gone to the loo to do his business, he entered the kitchen. Instantly his caution radar went up. Bunnie wasn't preparing a meal. She was pouring their coffee into two canteens.

"What's going on...?"

"We're having breakfast in the pavilion."

He retreated to the couch, yawning. "Mmm. I'm actually rather tired still. I think I'll go back to sleep."

"Oh no, you don't. Yer comin' with."

"I'd rather not."

She slung both canteens over her shoulder. "That's nice. Ah don't care. Ah'm hungry, so let's go."

He flopped back onto the couch.

She sighed. "Don't be a stubborn git. Get up or Ah'm gonna drag you there by the hairs."

He growled. "You wouldn't dare."

"Ah wouldn't?" She laughed; he heard her metal feet getting closer. "Just try me, Sugah."

He didn't move.

He felt her furred hand grip his forearm and pull.

"Stop it!" He squealed. "Don't touch me - I'm tired! Just let me stay here!"

"Snively, stop that! Gosh, yer bein' stupid. How old are you, anyway?"

He sat up, lip lifted in a snarl. "Old enough that I don't need Mother Rabbit pulling me out of bed. Maybe you want to wipe my ass, too?" He grabbed his bag of clothes and stormed towards the bathroom.

"You don't need to take a shower!" She yelled through the door.

"Yes, I do!" He took his sweet time bathing and getting dressed.

They walked silently to the pavilion, he trailing behind the Mobian. Watching her hips sway, the fluffy puff of tail. Pondering, not for the first time - her luck for getting rescued before her nethers could turn to metal. He imagined she would've died quite quickly then - her body unable to purge the organic waste.

I doubt she sees herself as lucky.

He entertained the idea of sneaking away but then she turned to assure he was coming. He twisted his lips. They came to the meeting area and he beheld the core Freedom Fighters seated at the biggest table, an array of breakfast before them.

The skunk let out a huge groan as the two sat down. "How am I supposed to eat now, with that bloody stench in the air?"

Sonic chuckled.

Snively bristled. "Come off it, rodent. I don't smell. I've just showered."

"That makes it worse. At least the dirt helps mask it a little." Geoffrey held his nose.

"You smell like an armpit that's been sweating for a week straight." Snively sniffed and looked over the food. Bunnie handed over his canteen of coffee.

Sally let out a sigh. "Good morning, you two. Can we not start the day off with bickering?" Her stink eye settled on the skunk. He smiled coyly, tipping his hat.

Snively reached over the table for a blancberry muffin. Bunnie filled a bowl with sliced fruits and berries and slid it to him. "Eat somethin' good, Sugah."

He tried to ignore Geoffrey and Sonic's snickering. He wouldn't admit, but he enjoyed the fruit quite a bit. There was a certain...immediacy to it, a freshness that was never present in the dehydrated foods of Robotropolis. He popped berries into his mouth, savoring them between swigs of coffee.

The Mobians chatted about inane things. The weather. The current chores they were assigned to. Apparently, they operated on some kind of rotating schedule, when they weren't terrorizing Robotropolis. He tuned out, staring over at the path that led to the ring pool.

The chipmunk, Rosie, was leading some of the children down the path. The two-tailed fox turned and waved at them. They waved back. Snively took a bite of the muffin.

Sally sighed and Sonic patted her back. She picked up a small curl of paper, fiddling it between her fingers. "Sir Charles is still working on accessing the Command Room ducts. He's been spraying the metal grates with the Krudoz solution."

Rotor nodded. "How's it going?"

"They're corroding more slowly because of the coating over them. But we'll get through." She looked at Snively. He sipped his coffee, avoiding her eye.

"What can you tell us about those snake bots?"

He shrugged.

"You built them, didn't you?"

"Yes. What's there to tell? They're patrol bots. Robotnik never listened to me when I said the ducts needed to be protected. So I remedied that."

"They have some kind of tranquilizer in their bite?"

He nodded, helpless to the sneer that began to curl his lips. "Effective, wasn't it?"

"You had to run and let your uncle out to help you, so no," said Sally.

Do not react. He took a bite of the muffin, extra big. More time chewing, more time to bitchslap his rage back into its corner.

"Is there any easy way to deactivate them? It's too dangerous to throw Krudoz bombs inside the duct. Might eat the floor away right from under us."

"Not really. Maybe you could use a recording of my voice to tell them to stand down. They only respond to me. Robotnik and Naugus don't know about them."

"Yeah, that could work. We'll record you later. Have Sir Charles try it out." She looked over the group. "Once we can spy on the Command room again, we'll do our trial attack."

Snively ate another piece of fruit. It had a fibrous texture, a taste like coconut and strawberries. He tried to ignore a sudden spike of nausea. Attack. Missions. Despite his efforts, he had to set the fruit down as his belly lurched.

I...I can't go back there.

"W-w-what..." He cleared his throat. "...what kind of trial attack?"

"Don't worry, Sugah, we ain't needin' you for this one," Bunnie said, nudging his arm. He jumped slightly at the touch.

"We're planning to hit a factory. Just a test to see how Robotnik and Naugus retaliate without you there."

Snively grunted. "Ah. This paltry shit again."

The predictable frown arrived on Sally's face. "What?"

"This small fry nonsense. Let's blow up one factory. Let's shut down the generator for a couple hours." He yawned. "Let's just be a pain in the rear rather than inflict some serious damage. The SWATbots and their terrible aim caused more problems."

She scoffed. "We can only do so much at once. The longer we stay in Robotropolis, the higher the risk we get caught. And we aren't an explosives factory. We don't have some huge stockpile of bombs."

"Then build up until you have enough to actually do something. Do you know how annoying it was to constantly rebuild trifling things after you wrecked them? Like having a child make a mess right after you cleaned up."

Geoffrey snarled. "Why don't you shut it? Nobody asked your opinion."

He gave Bunnie a sidelong sneer. "Then why am I here? I told you I wanted to stay in bed."

"There's another reason we can't just blow everything up, Snively." Sally blew out a long, aggrieved sigh. "You know that."

He took a swig of coffee. His mind was blank. It couldn't be for fear of ruining anything. All their outdoor statues and monuments were long destroyed.

"I'm sure you don't care, of course, but...we do." The Princess's voice was a degree above frozen.

Another swig, and a shrug. He hoped to look apathetic rather than clueless.

"I don't think he gets it, Sal." The hedgehog scowled.

"The roboticized!" Sally exclaimed. "We have to be careful. That's why we don't target certain buildings. That's why we can't just 'blow everything up'."

Oh. Snively set down his coffee. "Why bother? They're a lost cause."

Sonic and Sally had a matching fire in their eyes. He heard Bunnie hiss beside him.

"Yo, my Uncle Chuck ain't no lost cause! Even if he can't get his body back, he's got his mind! He's alive!"

"We're working on a deroboticizer. We had some luck, but it didn't take."

An insidious chuckle escaped him. The heat level was rising at the table, but he uncapped the fuel anyway. "I highly doubt that."

His thoughts drifted to the massive shell of wires and glass in Robotropolis. How far along was Robotnik in building it? And then powering it, with energy far beyond what these animals had at their disposal?

They do have the power rings though...

He couldn't much ponder that, with Sally murdering him with her gaze. "I don't know why you're laughing. You don't know the progress we made."

"Heh. Then tell me."

She recapped their 'success story' and he shook his head. "Sounds like all that happened was the nanites created a superficial skin of flesh over the existing metal. But without anything to sustain it...it literally rotted away." He ate another berry. "Hardly a rousing victory."

For a moment, he basked in wicked satisfaction. The Princess's gaze dropped, crestfallen. Silently, she nibbled on her toast.

"Yo, that isn't cool, Snobley."

"What isn't cool? Breaking your bubble of delusion?"

"Oh mah stars. Snively, that's enough." Bunnie nudged him.

"I'll break your stupid nose!" Sonic jeered, his threats intertwining over Geoffrey's: "Oh, I'll break you, mate." Snively resisted the urge to yawn again. Julian had made worse threats before breakfast.

"They aren't a lost cause." Sally set down her toast, voice dark with ire and rising steadily. "It doesn't matter about our setback. We'll keep trying. When we bring Robotnik down, we'll have all the resources we need. And if we can't deroboticize them...we'll free their minds. They aren't a lost cause!" Her fist slammed the table.

"Sir Charles has been the only breakthrough in eleven years." Snively shook his canteen, hearing the unfortunate slosh of one last swig remaining. "But...good luck. I'm sure you'll do it. Somehow."

"We'll do it, Snively. We took Robotnik down, took you down. Destroyed the 'great' Doomsday machine. We got my father back. Look at our track record - look at yours. Why should I even care about the words of a failure?"

His teeth grit behind his lips. He fumbled for words cruel, vile... he ached to cut the grins off Geoffrey and Sonic's face, scalpel digging in deep, smell the blood. Instead, he sat, quivering with the want of violence.

"Believe what you want," he finally spat. "I've seen what overconfidence brings to an arrogant fool."

"So have I. Which is why you're sitting here, eating breakfast solely at our mercy." Sally wielded that scalpel with her eyes. The snickering from the men continued.

He jumped as Bunnie's hand touched his arm. "Come here. Ah want a minute, Sugah."

He pulled his arm away, but stood. Anything to get away from the vermin.

------

Bunnie led him out of earshot - well, unless she screamed at him - to the edge of the pond's path. Being this close triggered the urge to head down and smoke.

"What was that all about, Sugah?"

"Just doing what I do best." Snively ignored her narrowing eyes. This was such a bore.

"Being a right git is what you do best?"

"Yes. Amid dispensing a dose of reality."

"It ain't reality."

"It is. You delusional fools just don't want to hear it. Everything is sunshine and roses with you." He rolled his eyes.

"And what's so wrong about tryin' to be positive? Ah know you ain't got much practice, livin' with Robotnik and all, but you could try it for once." She placed a hand on his arm and his skin crawled.

The mention of Julian brought that wretched bastard's face to the forefront. The bitterness inside him simmered. Came out in a hiss, boiling hot. He wrenched away. "Quit touching me, animal!"

A flurry of emotions whipped through her face. Surprise, anger. He braced himself for the punch. But the last emotion settled and it rankled him even more. Empathy.

"Ah know what yer doin'. Puttin' on a front. Actin' tough because yer scared to let us in. Scared to even try makin' friends."

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." He laughed. "Make friends? Words of a failure? I'll break your stupid nose? Yes, I'm truly feeling the kinship, Mobian."

"If you didn't bite like a little snake, if you weren't such a prickly little cactus all the time -"

She should've been a poet.

"I'm not in need of 'friends' like those." She'd forced him to come to this stupid breakfast, forced him to sit with the fleabags. Brought up Julian. And even worse, she was still hitting him with those dewy eyes of hope and compassion. Such things deserved to be crushed underfoot. They were nothing but luscious fruits brimming with poison.

"...And what a joke, to think any of you are actually friends. Your situation is what created your supposed bond. Would you really be friends with a boar like Geoffrey?" A dark sneer cut his face. "Would an uppity priss like Princess Stick-up-the-ass even look twice at a twangy bumpkin like you?"

"Don't talk about her like that," Bunnie growled, and her metal fist clenched by her side. He watched it, a strange rush of eagerness flooding his veins. Oh, to break down Miss Rabbot's facade of saintliness. Make her give in to the urge to brutalize. It surely must reside beneath that sugary exterior.

He cast an eye to the meeting table, still within sight. The occupants were watching them.

All I need to do is push a few buttons...and bam. She'll go off like a bomb.

"Oh and why not? She's just a bag of lies, like all of you. Filling you with this nonsense. Why do you even want to be deroboticized, anyway?" He reached forward, flicking a fingernail with a 'ping' against her metal shoulder.

She bit her lip. "It...it ain't just about me."

"But it mostly is. Admit it."

"No, it ain't!" Her voice rose. But her eyes were going glassy, gathering tears.

This was like a child's game and he basked in the pettiness of it. "How can it not be, Rabbot? You want to trade your best asset just to look 'pretty' again."

A small cry escaped her. Her metallic fist raised up to her breast, tightening. Ready to launch. He goaded further, dug in.

"Come on, Rabbot! Do what you do best. Use that fist!" He took a step forward.

She drew in a breath and slowly that hand unfolded. The empathy was gone at least, replaced by disappointment and a wayward tear. She wiped it, turned away. "Ah'm going back to breakfast. You either come or don't."

She left him standing there with his cheek tilted, waiting for the blow that never came, the sick want of it gurgling in his gut like reflux. He watched her go back, watched all the eyes staring at him, waiting for him to move.

Fool. You look like a fucking fool.

He turned and headed for the pool, with not even a cigarette to fill the hollow inside.

----

Bunnie returned to the table and took a long drink of coffee, composing herself.

"Snively's not joining us?"

"He ain't ready to be civil yet, Ah guess." She slowly chewed one of the fibrous fruits. Her mind was in the past, to the day she thought she'd been deroboticized, just for a short while. In all the commotion with Chuckie reverting back to Robotnik's slave, she hadn't had much time to grieve. Late that night, crying in the shower, she'd noticed a sludge, a congealed film over her robotic parts that smelled terrible. She'd scrubbed and scrubbed, sobbing until long after the water was cold.

Without anything to sustain it... it literally rotted away.

She swallowed hard, feeling her throat close.

"You're too soft on him," Sally said.

She quietly cleared her throat. "Y'all can't expect him to change overnight..."

"Hey. You alright? What did he say?"

"Nothin'. Just bein' a git. Ah can handle it."

"Maybe he should go back to the jail," Sally said. "We gave him freedom too soon. He hasn't earned it."

"Maybe you should just give him a good beat down," Geoffrey waved a piece of toast. "That's how Robotnik kept him in line."

"Do Ah look like Robotnik to you?" Bunnie snapped, her voice turning bitter. "Other than my metal arm, of course. Ah don't know, maybe Ah am closer to him than anyone."

"Bunnie..." Concern wrinkled Sally's brow.

"Maybe he's right, ya know. About the lost cause."

"Yo, that stupid dweeb isn't right about that!" Sonic was up in a flash, sitting next to Bunnie and putting his arm around her. "Like Sal said, once we get the city back, we got all the tools we need. And we got Uncle Chuck. He ain't gonna stop until he figures it out."

He gave her a shake until she finally cracked a small smile and a nod.

"Mon cheri! My sweet!" Antoine and Rotor came up then, the coyote handing a flower to Bunnie. He gave Sonic a dirty look. The hedgehog returned to his seat.

"What took you so long?"

"That automatic vacuum I made for Ant had a little...glitch." Rotor sat down. "I had to help clean up the mess it made."

"I am thinking...the robots you make for me are curse-ed," Antoine said.

"Seems that way." Rotor chuckled.

"More like you're cursed," Sonic amended with a smirk.

As Sonic and Antoine bickered, Sally looked to Rotor. "You're starting to clean the workshop and storeroom today, right?"

Rotor wilted. "Yeah. I'll be done... maybe two years from now?"

"I was going to have Snively help Rosie today. But I think you could use it more. Would you be all right with him helping you?"

Rotor waffled uncertainly, then nodded. "Yeah. I guess so."

"All right. Good." She smiled, and then her eyes drifted to Bunnie again. The rabbit looked away, but unlike Snively, she felt no ire for the compassion in her friend's eyes.

But she did feel shame.

----

Snively smiled, then did a quick lookabout to make sure nobody saw him smiling. He'd taken off his boots and waded into the cool waters. A patch of clay made a wonderful burrow for his feet. He wiggled his toes into it, smiled again.

The last time he'd willingly swam was sometime in his childhood, before coming to Mobotropolis. Father had often had meetings with other stuffy bigwigs at the lakeside. Young Snively had kept himself entertained wading and floating (and sneaking alcoholic drinks when he could).

I've forgotten how pleasant water is. He did a pivot, his hands trailing through the coolness. When he came to face the path, Sally was standing there. Shit. He didn't drop the smile fast enough.

"I saw," she said. "You're finally smiling, now that you went and hurt Bunnie's feelings, after all she's doing for you."

"Yes, I'm a 'right git'," he said. Smiled again, just to annoy her. "Maybe you should exile me from the village."

"I can exile you back to the jail cells."

"Whatever pleases you, Princess." He waded out further, turning his back to her. Any deeper and he'd get his rolled-up pants wet.

"It would please me if you did something constructive today. Not wandering around and getting yourself beaten up again."

He smirked, looked over at her. "You really shouldn't blame the victim, Princess."

Her eyes went dark. "You are not the victim, Snively."

Such a priss. It was a joke. She's as humorless as Uncle.

"I am being constructive," he said to her continued glare. "I'm taking a mental health day. That's important, right?"

She gave an exasperated headshake. "You need more than a day. But...speaking of health, I want Doctor Quack to examine you. Make sure you're ok."

A screeching laugh burst from him. "Did you say Doctor Quack?"

"Yes, Horatio Quack, our doctor-"

He put a fist to his mouth to stop the mad giggles. "Haha...Q-q-quack...oh, you people are hilarious."

"We'll get you in today," she said and his giggling finally quelled.

He sloshed a hand, perturbed. A Mobian poking and prodding him? Asking questions about old scars? No thanks. "I don't need an exam. I'm healthy. I've been injected with a zillion nanites over the years."

She ignored that. "After that, I want you to help Rotor. He's going to start organizing his storeroom. It's a big job."

"But I'm forbidden to go in there." He shook the wrist with the tracker.

"And who forbade you? Come on. Let's see if Quack can see you."

He took a step back. "I'll help Motor, but I'm not going to your quack of a doctor."

"Yes, you are. Come on." Her hands went to her hips.

"No."

"Snively, don't think I won't come in there and drag you out."

That brought enticing thoughts of how she'd look with her fur plastered to her skin. Another step back. "You're welcome to try."

She growled, eyes flashing. "Or maybe I'll go fetch Daddy. Do you want him to get involved?"

He stiffened. "You...you don't have to get him. I... I just don't want to be touched by some weirdo. If I was sick, I'd tell you." He widened his eyes, stuck out his bottom lip.

She groaned. "Fine. You can go to Quack tomorrow."

That isn't going to happen. If I can push it back one day, I'll push it back another. Indefinitely.

He waded towards shore. He'd gotten his pants wet after all. Sally griped while he took his time putting on his socks and boots.

----

They headed through Knothole. Cresting a small hill, they came to a strange octagon-shaped building plated in metal. On one side was a long, low building, on the other was a hut. The hut door opened as they came near, and the pudgy walrus emerged.

"Uh, hi guys."

Sally unclipped her computer. "NICOLE, disable location 'Rotor's workshop' on Snively's tracker."

"Disabled, Sally."

Rotor stood near the door of the metal building. "Might want to stand back."

When the door opened, Rotor dived to the side. Like a flood, a mixed assortment of junk came flowing out. Metal scraps, robot parts, wires, tools. When the tide settled, it revealed the storeroom was still crammed floor to ceiling.

Snively kicked aside a broken screwdriver. "Hoarding issues?"

Rotor rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, you never know what you need until you need it."

Snively's foot found another item. A rusted and dented head of an old caterkiller robot. He snorted, gave it a good boot. "Is everything in here as useless as that?" He turned to Sally. "I've changed my mind. I don't want to help with this."

"I don't recall this being a voluntary assignment." She patted Rotor's arm. "Good luck. And you let me know if Snively is misbehaving."

Rotor blushed. "Sure, Sally."

The Princess left. Snively watched her, then cast a side eye to the walrus. He was watching her too. Did everyone around here want a piece of squirrel?

"Better get started. I mean, this is gonna take more than one day anyway, for sure. I'm gonna get some tarps so we can organize things."

Rotor headed towards the long building, which Snively assumed was the workshop. Not that he cared. The walrus's back was turned.

Perfect opportunity to escape. He's too fat to catch me.

He tried to forget that the walrus had caught him before.

Snively spun around and hurriedly skittering away. He got to the small hill. At the bottom, Sally Acorn stood with her arms crossed.

He came to a stop. Slowly, she unfolded one arm and aimed a finger back towards Rotor's hut. Her eyes were murderous.

Rotor was laying down the second tarp when Snively returned. He didn't say a thing, just pointed to a stack of tarps. With a grunt, the Overlander took one, shaking it out and laying it aside the others.

"Come on, this is gonna be fun. Who knows what we'll find?" Rotor smiled unconvincingly.

Maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe I can find things to disable this stupid tracker. Snively's eyes brightened at the thought.

Sally will most likely have you frisked, you know.

A dirty little smile touched his lips. Well. Then I better fill my pockets.

Rotor looked over with a frown.

Then again, I imagine it'll be Tuna-breath here doing the search.

He leaned down and hooked a finger in the caterkillers's busted-out eye socket. "So, which one is the trash tarp?"

Four hours later, they had items on every tarp...and had barely made a dent into the contents of the storeroom.

Rotor uncertainly looked down at a jumble of frayed wires. Snively swiped it from his hand.

“That is absolute garbage.”

“But I could salvage a few of those wires, I-”

“You've got enough wire to encircle the bloody planet!” Snively whipped it towards the trash pile.

“Yeah...I guess so.” Rotor observed a piece of pipe next. “Hmmm. Well, it's a litle rusted, but-”

“Trash.”

With a sigh, the walrus chucked the pipe at the trash tarp. He yawned then, rubbed at his eyes. “All this sorting is tiring.“I'm beat. Think I'll pick this up again tomorrow.”

“Fantastic. Well. Goodbye.” Snively bent over and dusted off his pants, then turned to walk away.

“Um...wait.” Rotor wrung his hands. “Do...do you want to help me tomorrow?”

Not particularly, he wanted to say. Of course, if he didn't, Sally would probably find something even more irksome to occupy him. He blew out a breath.

“Think you can sneak some drinks over here?”

“Like...alcoholic drinks?” Rotor frowned and shook his head.

“You're no fun...” Snively sighed, looking over the tarps. Even the 'keeper' piles were absolute junk.

“It's ok. I'll see if Antoine is free.”

At that moment, Sally approached. Snively grit his teeth; he had been hoping to escape before she showed up.

“How are things going? My goodness, Rotor, was all of this really in there?”

“This isn't even a quarter of it,” the small human grumbled.

She gave him a dark stare. “And how were you today? Did you behave yourself? Rotor, how was he?”

“I was an angel,” Snively simpered, batting his eyelashes.

“I don't know what that is,” Rotor said, scratching his head. “But...um...yeah. He was really helpful. Don't think he wants to come back tomorrow though.”

“Well...” Sally smiled sweetly. “Isn't that too bad. Same time tomorrow, Snively.”

He grumbled. “Yes. Well. See you then, Motor.”

“Um...It's Rotor...”

“...Whatever.” Again, Snively made to leave. Sally put her hands on her hips.

"Wait a minute. Take off your boots and socks. Turn out your pockets."

Snively squeaked, putting a mock-abashed hand to his mouth. "Why, Princess! Shouldn't we have some privacy before you remove my clothes?"

"You wish. Do it, or I'll have them removed in front of the whole village!"

"What's with you animals and stripping me?" He mumbled.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing." He grunted as he crouched to take off his footwear. No contraband there. His pockets came out similarly empty. You must think I'm truly stupid, Miss Priss, to steal on the first day.

She didn't know about his underwear either, apparently. Bunnie hadn't laughed about it with her?

Good. The perfect hiding place for me. Albeit a little uncomfortable.

She scanned him with NICOLE then, checking for any electronic devices or trackers. Satisfied, she beckoned him to follow.

"Am I released from my servitude?" Snively asked as he trailed her down the hill.

"For today." Her eyes narrowed. "It's dinnertime. Bunnie is eating with Sonic, Antoine and I, just so you know. You're on your own."

His stomach grumbled right on cue.

She smiled, bereft of humor. "Apologies go a long way with her. She won't go demanding them, but believe me. It'll help."

He mumbled under his breath. "I'm not apologizing for being right."

She tilted her head. "I can't understand you when you mumble like that. Speak up."

He shook his head.

She tossed her hair, sniffed. The epitome of snobbery. "I doubt it was worth hearing anyway. Stay out of trouble."

Yeah right.

----

He swung open the door to Bunnie's, pausing in the threshold. The place was quiet. If she was eating with her friends and hadn't invited him, she must still be sore from the truth beatdown.

"Oh please," he muttered. "If I bawled every time Robotnik said something mean, there wouldn't a speck of dry land on the planet!"

There was leftover noodles and vegetables from last night in the cold storage. But when he opened the door, the noodles were absent. His stomach growled again. She must've taken them to the dinner.

"Shit." He twisted his lips, went to the window to peer in the direction of the mess hall. No amount of hunger would force him in there.

I take it she doesn't want me here tonight. He sighed, searched the fridge again and found nothing tempting. He took a packet of smoked fish from the pantry and left. One stop at the jail to retrieve the hidden cigarettes he'd stolen from Geoffrey and then he was at the pond, lighting up.

In between puffs, he ate the fish. It was salty and strong. He made a face, thoughts going to Rotor. And then to the piles of things... There had been wires. Magnets. Batteries. He lifted his wrist, eyeballing the tracker.

I know I can disable it. Might need some kind of shock protection to wrap my wrist. In case there's some kind of anti-tampering failsafe in there. He wouldn't put it past Sally.

He'd wait. See what else emerged from the depths of the storeroom.

His thoughts then turned to the Freedom Fighter's pointless mission. It would be curious to see how Robotnik and Naugus were faring without him. Terrible, I'm sure. I was the city's heartbeat.

He stretched out his feet, looking over the pool. The remembrance of the water sliding on his skin, cool as weightless silk. He shivered, contrasting it to the oppressive clouds, the perpetual twilight of Robotropolis, all waters rancid and vile. The noise, the smell, the acidic sting in the air.

He started a little at his thought.

I don't miss it.

A light drizzle started. He, wedged against the tree stump, was mostly protected from it by the swaying leaves above. It felt nice after the work of the day, regardless.

It carried on for a long while. He guessed he'd been here an hour, burning through two more cigarettes. Nobody came down to swim. The sky shifted to a darker blue, the light waning.

He burped and it tasted like fish. Yuck. He was terribly thirsty. He stood and went to the shore, crouching down to cup his hands into the water. But as he went to drink, he froze.

The water in the middle of the pool was...bubbling? He opened his hands, letting the liquid slip through, and retreated several paces. Brow wrinkled, he stood warily.

Now a light was shining up through the depths.

What in the bloody hell?

A loud whoop startled him. It sounded like a hurricane was headed down the path. The blasted hedgehog. Quickly, he ducked behind one of the trees.

The hedgehog zoomed out onto a log that overhung the pool. Snively had never sat on it for fear of falling into the water (or getting knocked in by that mutant fox). He stood, his sneakered foot tapping. The turmoil of the water grew, the glow became so bright Snively had to squint, his eyes watering.

From a tower of water, a sparkling gold ringlet arose. A power ring! Sonic grabbed it, quickly tucking it into his knapsack.

Snively's mouth flooded with saliva, his brain awash in sycophantic thoughts, tingling with the serotonin rush. Oh, if I could get that for Uncle, he'd be so pleased with me, it would make him so happy, I must get it-

Sonic zipped away. The glow faded, the pool fell dim in the waning daylight. A mosquito bit his arm, breaking him from his stupor.

He blinked away after-images of the golden ring. The rush vanished, replaced by the sourness of loathing. He set his nails into his arm, twisting the skin, pinching hard enough to dig red crescents. You stupid sod. You absolutely pathetic... You are not Robotnik's bitch anymore...!

He emerged from the trees, gazing forlornly at the dark waters. His stomach rumbled from the fish. More mosquitoes swarmed him. It was nearly night and he was without a haven.

He dropped his arm, let it swing, feeling the weight of the tracking bracelet.

...No...you're not Robotnik's slave anymore. Now you're just the chattel of these damned animals.

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He wandered the darkening village aimlessly.

There was no masochistic way he was going to stay at Geoffrey's again. He ended up back in the prison hallway, but once his teeth began chattering, he abandoned that idea.

Feeling frazzled, he wandered again before pausing before Sally's hut. Lights were on inside. She moved past the window, with NICOLE in hand, her mouth yammering.

"Any excuse to hear the sound of your own voice," he muttered. A dark smirk spread on his face as he watched her pace. Various fantasies he'd entertained on long hours of security played through his head.

A sudden breeze cooled the rising sweat on his body... A strange wind swooping over his left side. He turned to look and his scream was only stifled by a gloved hand clamping over his mouth.

Sonic drew back his hand when Snively was done squealing. The hedgehog's quills were on end. "Just what you doin' out here, Snerdly, peeking at my girl? "

"Uh... N-n-no." Snively cleared his throat. "I uh...need a place to sleep tonight."

Sonic's smile was vile. "You sure the heck ain't sleeping at her house."

Snively couldn't help the rising sneer. "Someone is insecure..." He cleared his throat again. "Very well. Do you have room?"

"Nobody is roomin' with this ole hedgehog. And if Bunnie kicked you out, then you probably deserve to sleep on the ground tonight. Ciao, Sardine-breath." He zoomed off, the blast of wind knocking Snively on his ass.

"Pfft." He dusted himself off. "I should go charm the pants off the Princess just for that. Well, if she wore pants..."

He moved on, pausing outside a hut with immaculate flower bushes. He could almost smell the cologne that permeated the house like cat piss.

Why not. He knocked on the front door. After a moment, it opened with a blast of scented air.

"Good evening, Antoine. Is there any chance I could sleep here tonight?"

Antoine gave a smary, sweet smile. "Why, Snipley. I love having zee guests." He stepped back, beckoning inside graciously.

His bullshit meter dinged, but Snively went in anyway. Antoine reached past him to shut the door, and the smile dropped from his face. His whiskers quivered.

"You fuel. You dare to come here after you have upsetted Bunnie!"

Snively groaned. "My goodness, you animals are such gossips. Do you ever just keep things to yourself? We got in an argument -"

He was cut off by a fist to the chin. "Ow. Damn it!"

"Be glad I do not skewer you!" The fox hissed and pulled Snively from the door by the shirt front. "You are not even fit to sleep in my rosebush, connard!"

Snively yanked away and fumbled for the doorknob. He backed out onto the stoop. "Mange de la merde," he sneered, relishing Frenchy's surprised look before the door was slammed in his face.

He twisted his lips as the cool breeze blew across his bald head. Wandering again. Geoffrey and his friends were smoking by the pool now. That was a no go. He thought of asking Rosie. Maybe going back to Rotor's? He sat in the pavilion, but the roof overhead didn't alleviate the chill. I should have grabbed a blanket before I left Bunnie's...

His aimless feet took him to the object of his thoughts. He gazed upon Bunnie's hut.

I'll do what Sally said. I'll apologize. Grovel a little. She'll lap it up.

A strange pang radiated through his chest. It's not like you don't deserve to grovel. For what you said.

He scowled hard, imagining himself squashing that stupid feeling under his boot. I didn't say anything untrue! And these animals have caused every one of my broken bones. They can get stuffed.

He drew in an angry breath and stopped himself from knocking on her door. Instead, he opened it and stepped in, expecting to be instantly reprimanded.

She was not at her usual spot at the kitchen table or rocking chair. The lights were off except for her bedroom, where the door was ajar. He heard her voice.

Well, she isn't with Antoine. Unless he beat me over here?

Light on his toes, he snuck to the door. As he peeked in, he heard her mummer.

"Yer a monster."

He froze.

She was turned away from him, standing before her mirror. Her jumpsuit was a purple lump on the floor. He drew in a breath. With the reflection, and his position, he could see all of her.

"Ya know they think it too. Ain't just him..." She continued to beseech her glassbound twin.

She was the antithesis of Sally's slim, athletic form. The rabbit's hips were full, breasts heavy and soft.

His breath caught, not for rushing blood or rising lust, but for what lay hidden beneath her clothes.

Where her robotics meshed with her flesh, on arm and legs...ropey scar tissue edged the metal like rocks on a shoreline. He imagined a foreign body lodged in flesh, and the body encapsulating it, protecting itself from further harm.

Her body didn't much care for the invading metal, I suppose.

The process is supposed to be seamless. Sir Charles intended to save mangled limbs, replace worn out body parts. There should be no ill reactions with the flesh and metal.

...Yes, but Charles never perfected it. He gave up at the first setback. His silly idealism couldn't handle sacrifices that have to come with advancement...

His musing was derailed by a soft, pervasive sound. He refocused his hazy eyes, saw her hands lift to cradle her face and stifle her weeping.

He backed away from the scene. You did that to her.

He moved quietly to the door, through her cozy, secure home. It was warm. It was safe.

Did what to her? Gave her powerful limbs that have helped her people? But she's not as pretty anymore?

He eased out the door, frowning and curling his lip, dredging up bitterness to combat the unease.

She has it good. All these animals have it good! They could live here hidden, forever in peace, but they chose to fight. That's on them!

He closed the door quietly and stood out on the stoop. The night breeze quickly chilled him. Or perhaps the coldness was coming from within.

It doesn't matter. Say you're sorry, just to get back in.

He stood there, idiotic, with his fist raised.

I'm sick of saying sorry.

The night deepened. The moons were mere slivers. Another gust made him shudder. He knocked on the door.

There was no answer and he knocked again. Finally, he saw her shadow behind the small window. She opened the door. Clothed again, her eyes were bright yet tired, her headfur freshly combed. She scowled.

"Ahh, so you finally crawled back here, huh? A mite too cold out there, Sugah?"

With this shit on, it is.

He held his tongue, plastering on a meek smile. "Miss Rabbot, allow me to apologize. I was out of line."

Her scowl took on a dark edge. "Since when do you care about that, now that yer uncle ain't here to knock yer block off for it? You get to say exactly what's on yer mind now, don't you?"

He cleared his throat. "I say things I don't mean."

She narrowed her eyes. "Yer nothin' but a lyin' snake. Ah think a little cold air could do ya good."

He opened his mouth, then closed it. A stab went through him at the accuracy of her words. Normally, the disdain would be received with relish, a satisfied rush. That he meant enough to evoke such ire. But the thrill didn't come. He took a step back, lowering his eyes. "Very well."

He didn't look back as he started to walk away.

"Snively, git back here."

He turned, confused. She beckoned inside.

"Ah didn't say to stay out there."

He silently headed in and sat awkwardly on the couch. She turned on the kitchen lamp. Her bedroom door was open, the interior still illuminated.

She put a kettle on for tea and then leaned her back against the counter.

"So you didn't mean what you said, huh. Well, then, Ah'm curious. What do ya think Ah do best, if it ain't hitting thangs with my metal fist?"

He hadn't prepared for this pop quiz. "Ahhh...cooking? Being...nice?"

She laughed, a short cynical sound.

"Nobody around here is...nice like you," he continued, lamely.

"Now you're tellin' fibs. Don't look at me and lie, tellin' me Ah've got a greater value beyond these metal parts. See, yer the only one who's come out and said it outright."

He thought of Securitybot #002. His friend and guard, but still only so because it was programmed to be. He could make another just like it, and another.

"Robots are a dime a dozen."

She frowned.

"Your parts are a convenience, but are they necessary? Are they something Motor couldn't duplicate? Or he could build an actual robot to work for you."

"So yer saying Ah have no use."

He drew in an irritated breath. Maybe sleeping outside was better than enduring this prattling. "So you're saying, if you hadn't been roboticized, you'd just be sitting back?"

She turned to get teacups and tea. Pouring, her voice was hard. "No, Ah wouldn't, but Ah wouldn't be much use either. You said it. All Ah'm good for, as Ah am now...is for these." She sighed and brought the tea to the table. "Come and get a cup."

He stayed on the couch, his body stiff. He felt clenched as a turtle in its shell, his insides burning with acid. I don't owe her anything, I don't owe her shit.

I didn't ask her to take me in. She did it to look like some shining knight, to wave her supposed mercy under everyone's nose.

She sat down. "It's nice and hot and you still look cold. Yer shivering."

It's why she didn't hit me. Keeping up the guise of a saint. It must be what she's doing. Who does anything nice for free..?

He felt locked. Inflated with vitriol. He growled, unable to withstand it. She needled him in a way Julian hadn't managed. "I said it to anger you. Hurt you. I said it because I knew it would!"

She lifted her cup and blew over the top.

His muscles relaxed enough for him to move. But he was wary. Maybe she wanted him over there so she could toss the scalding liquid in his face.

She took a sip and nodded. "That's obvious, Sugah." She patted the tabletop.

He came over, cautious, perched on the edge of the chair. She set down her cup.

"Relax. If Ah'd wanted to hurt you, Ah would've thrown ya clear out the door. Maybe a good kick to yer skinny rear."

The steaming liquid flowed through his cells, easing the chill away. He sipped for a long while. Keeping his mouth occupied seemed wisest, but when it was finally free he muttered. "If it's obvious...then why do you take it seriously? The things I say...? It's what I'm best at. Being a 'right git.'"

She leaned back. Shaking her head, her lips pursed. It was the type of look he'd imagine from Sally, that condescending disappointment. "You might be from Robotropolis, but you ain't a robot. Yer not an automaton. Are ya?"

He took a sip.

"You choose to say thangs. Nobody makes you. Ah'm askin', are you a robot?"

He didn't answer. I might as well be.

"Tell me why Ah shouldn't take it seriously, when you choose yer words calculated, on purpose...to do damage?"

He couldn't tell her why. There was no why. She was wrong. He was a shell on strings, each being yanked by the emotions inside. Hate dark as a thousand nightfalls, the bitterness of a million lemons, the anger deep enough to fill an ocean trench. He was nothing but a corpse being kept alive by those things, moving, talking, for their whims.

She got up and rummaged in the cold storage and he continued to sip, staring blankly at the tabletop. She set down saucers, forks and a cheesecake.

"Ah'm cravin' a snack. You?"

He shrugged. His sweet tooth rarely turned down sugar.

She cut two slices.

He silently cut off a small piece and let it melt in his mouth. The weight of her eyes was on him.

"Still waitin' for an answer."

"What do you want me to say?" He mumbled. "I...hurt people. It's...what I do. Would you blame a thorn for scratching you? Snow for making you cold?"

"No, but you ain't some inanimate object!"

He swallowed hard. "... But... It's... I can't say anything I haven't said. I... I don't know how to be any other way. This is why...I..."

And now anger rose up. How dare some fucking animal make him feel like this! Fumbling. Apologetic. Demanding of him, as if they had a right! Expecting him to engage in their foolish sentiments and sunlit lies! He set down the fork with a clink, hissing. "...this is why I just want to be bloody left alone."

He stood up, intending to retreat to the couch and the impenetrable shield of a blanket pulled over his face.

"Sit down. You better not be wastin' that cake."

He stood there, breathing like a bull.

"Sit that scrawny butt down!"

He dropped back into the chair.

She smiled slightly and ate a piece of cheesecake. He gripped the fork and glared at the delectable treat.

"No need for you to be mad, Sugah. You get a warm couch and cake. It's rough, Ah know."

She must be practicing sarcasm with Sally. He ate another piece. It was really good, but his enjoyment was muted. He almost wished he were back in the infirmary, drowsily listening to the beeps. Hopped up on meds, eating the Medibot's cherry gelatin with whipped cream. It had been strangely peaceful, he thought. Devoid of humanity and warmth, but devoid of anything cruel either.

Heaven, I guess. I didn't know what I had.

That almost made him laugh.

Bunnie sipped tea and ate her cake quietly for a few moments. Finally she spoke. "You ever heard of Robo Rage?"

He shook his head.

“Yeah, it's when the roboticized snap...when they start chantin' Robotnik's mantra and tryin' to capture or hurt us. They ain't people no more. Ah mean, we've really only seen Sugah-Chuck regain his will. And he slipped up a few times, before he got it back fer good. A few times, he tried to capture us, drag us to Robotnik. Villagers started callin' it 'Robo Rage'. That snap, that mindlessness.”

I'd just call it programming, Snively thought. But whatever.

Bunnie continued. “They don't want him here when he comes. They hate that he knows where we live. Many of 'em think it's only a matter of time until he turns on us."

He assumed 'Sugah-Chuck' was Sir Charles. He took a sip and didn't say anything. He doubted the robotic hedgehog would turn on the Freedom Fighters. Regaining his will had broken the programming. Broken programs didn't repair themselves.

She slowly licked cheesecake off the fork, lost in contemplation, and he had to look away. It was making him sweat again.

"Yer probably wonderin', what's my point? Well, Ah'm just the same to so many of 'em. I see 'em watching. Waiting for the day when I'm gonna snap and they can finally say 'we told you so, ya'll never should've let her live here. She's a monster."

He mumbled through a mouthful.

"Haven't Ah told you to stop muttering like that?"

"They sound like bloody idiots."

"Oh yeah?"

"How are you going to snap? And Sir Charles... He's gotten his will back; he's no longer under Robotnik's control."

Those green eyes were keen. "Sounds familiar, Snively."

He snorted and held up the wrist adorned with the tracking bracelet. "My will is hardly free. I was stopped from going where I wanted, remember?"

She ate the last of her dessert slowly. Setting down her fork, she brushed off her hands. “Fine. If you want to pretend yer a little robot...no accountability....just doin' what yer told...then Ah'll do it. Ah'll tell you what to do.”

He grunted.

“If you want to think that all Ah care about is my looks, and that's why Ah want to be normal again...then think it.”

He stuffed in another piece of cake.

“Say whatever you want to me. Ah can take it. Maybe yer just sayin' what everyone really thinks. That takes some nerve, that does.” Her eyes packed a punch nearly as hard as her fist. “But when it comes to Sally-girl, you're gonna stop. She's got a lot to worry about and you just do yer best to make it worse! Give her a break.” "

"I will if she does." He curled his lip.

"Ah mean it."

Her gaze pierced him. He tried to meet it, defiant, but his eyes dropped first. He saw her robotic hand on the table, imagined the scars under her clothes.

He took a breath. Mumbled, because she didn't like it. Because he didn't like the way he felt. "I'll try."

A/N: Ok, so I wrote the talk at breakfast and then the last bit with Snively and Bunnie eating cake separately, then I tied them together. I hope it didn't across disjointed. Anyway, I don't know how I feel about this whole scene, it seems boring to me but hopefully you all liked it. Meh!

#snively #junkysnivfic #satam fanfic

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Snively fic. Some shit I wrote today/yesterday. Dunno if it'll be in the fic or not. Lol I really need an outline for this heap of shit story.

"Bunnie...what is that look about?"

"You ever wonder what an Overlander looks like...under all that?"

Sally's mouth was a prim line. "Not particularly."

"You ain't foolin' me, Miss Knowledge is Power." Bunnie giggled and poked Sally's arm. "Admit it."

Sally grinned. "OK. Yeah...I thought about it before."

"We could always hold 'im down, strip that stuff off him."

"Bunnie!" Sally let out a helpless laugh. "I don't think that's going to get you on his good side. Oh, what am I saying? He has no good side."

"Mmm. But if you did it - oh my, you'd definitely make a friend."

"Yuck. Don't encourage...whatever it is he thinks about me." Sally reached down and unclipped NICOLE. "Anyway, we don't need to do anything drastic. NICOLE... Can you display..." Her ears flushed. "um...anatomy of an Overlander?"

"Overlander man," Bunnie amended, her voice purring at the last word.

"Displaying, Sally."

A holograph shimmered in the air. The two girls stared at it for a long moment.

"Ah. Well, that's different," said Bunnie.

Sally let out a nervous laugh. "I understand why he wears pants now."

"And them under-thangs." Bunnie cheekily poked at the holograph's crotch. "It really ain't that much different other than like...just hanging out."

"I wouldn't know," said Sally, with a prude sniff. Bunnie poked her again.

"Don't be fibbin' me...you know all about hedgehog -"

The door creaked open.

"NICOLE, end display," Sally said quickly.

(What is with me and stripping Snively? Haha.)

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Quack therapy stuff, after Sniv's first visit

"Welcome back, Justin. Ready to begin?"

"My name isn't Justin. Or Connor," Snively hissed.

"Colin! That's what it was." Quack grinned.

"No. Not Colin. Snively."

"Hmm. But that's the name you gave at trial."

"I don't use that name. Maybe I should call you Squawk? Would you like that?"

"It's not bad. I've heard worse. Why don't you use your given name?"

"None of your business." Snively laid down on the couch and slung his arm over his face. "I don't like it. Sounds like colon. Intestines."

"I wouldn't have thought of that." The Doctor chuckled. "I would imagine it's more to do with being named after your dad."

Boom. Shots fired. Snively closed his eyes under his arm and tried to douse the wildfire that arose every time he thought of his wretched father.

"Snively isn't much of an improvement." Another chuckle. "Seems rather...demeaning?"

Not when you wrested it from your father's mouth and made it your own. Not when you turned his weapon against him.

"No. I like it. Now that you've insulted my name, how about we move on to my nose? Maybe my voice?" Snively didn't move his arm, kept his tone deadpan.

"No insult intended, lad." He heard scribbling on the pad. "I'll tell you, I've heard my share of taunts. Avian Mobians often get the short end of the stick in school. Our feathers are patchy and dull as kids. Then when we get our annual molt? Oh my."

"Yet Overlanders are the bigoted ones. While the Mobians claim to be gaily hand-in-hand, united in peace and nature." A dark laugh came from under the slung arm. "What a bloody joke."

"My kind are far from perfect. But...we try." A pause. "So, tell me, why don't you use your given name?"

"I've already told you. It sounds stupid and I like Snively. This isn't fucking poetry class. There isn't a deeper meaning to everything."

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And more Quack therapy stuff. It started out goofy but then got a lil mental. Lol. I'm sure my therapy stuff is very unrealistic. My excuse is that Quack's expertise is physical injuries not mental ones. He's trying XD

"Tell me about your typical dream."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Tell me yours."

"I usually dream about medical things. Or about my family. But this is about you."

"I sometimes dream of burning Knothole down. The village engulfed in flames. Shooting the stragglers from my hovercraft." Snively smiled, a small evil thing.

"And how do those dreams make you feel?"

"Good, of course. Until I wake up."

"Do you still have those dreams?"

Snively shrugged. Last night he'd dreamt - hazy and red-tinged. Being strapped down in Robotropolis' interrogation while Julian stood over him with a scalpel. Naugus behind him. The scalpel made of magic, glowing with black light. He'd woken, awash in sweat, right as the blade touched his skin.

"Ever have any nice dreams?"

"I just told you one. Your little village burning down."

"Mmm. Your little village now, as well."

Snively grunted at that. "My little prison," he mumbled.

"Any nice dreams not involving violence?"

He kept his face blank, but felt damnable warmth tinge his cheeks and ears. More than once, he'd had another hazy sort of dream. Ones with he and Bunnie, where they were both stripped of clothing and entangled in various ways. Now that was truly a delusion - there wasn't one joke about his 'bizarre' Overlander anatomy.

He woke up pretty sweaty after those too.

"No. Can't recall any."

The doctor gave one of his knowing smiles.

"I have a lot of dreams about Robotnik torturing me," he said, just to shake that smile off.

Quack scribbled on his pad. "Well, it's rather common to dream about abuse or your abuser."

Fuck. Why did I go there? Snively slouched into the couch cushions. He wondered if Bunnie would be flattered. She'd usurped the majority of his dirty dreams away from Sally.

"And how do you feel when you wake up from those dreams?"

"Fine. Why wouldn't I? It's just a dream."

No, he never awoken with body shakes, with nausea making him freeze in place for fear he'd vomit on his bedsheets, with his eyes wide looking for a place to hide.

Doctor Quack gave him a long look.

"They don't bother me. I know the difference between fantasy and reality. Unlike you animals, living in your silly little fairytales."

"You know it's not your fault that your uncle abused you, right?"

Snively locked his mind down tight. Not a crack. Not a fucking inch for Julian's voice to slither through, with all his accusations and endless debasing. He forced his mouth into a condescending smile. "Where do you get all this trite from, Doctor? Do you do pop quizzes on NICOLE before I walk in the door? Maybe you should stick to your specialties of ear mite and flea removal."

"Do you need flea removal?"

I might, if those dreams with Bunnie come true. Despite himself, a stupid chuckle dropped from his mouth. Quack smiled, thinking he was so funny.

"No, but I think I caught worms from one of you."

"Explains your bad mood."

"Do your children laugh at your dumb jokes?"

"Usually. But...they're pretty young." A rueful smile curved the duck's bill. "Snively, discussing your trauma is the first step to healing it."

He slouched into the cushions again. "And here we are, back to the clichéd bullshit again."

Quack flipped his pen around. Waiting. Like always.

Snively cocked his head to the side. "I'm curious. How much of my trauma have you sat discussing with your patients?" The duck frowned. "I mean - how many people who were traumatized by me, Doctor? Did the poor little fleabags cry and blubber about the torments they endured? But then you gave them an inspiring quote and a lolli and all was well with the world."

Melinda's face flashed through his mind. Maybe she had been here. Who knew?

Quack flipped through his notes and then wrote on his pad for a long while. Long enough for Snively to become disappointed. He wanted anger. He wanted to be thrown out of here.

"What are you writing?" Snively tried to look.

"Mmm. Just noting how you typically respond to uncomfortable questions."

"What uncomfortable questions? They've been boring at the most."

Quack smiled. Then he pushed the notepad towards Snively.

Snively leaned forward, scanning the crooked but mostly legible script.

Patient frequently tries to shift conversation when uncomfortable question is asked. Typical tactics are insults or comments about his past actions (cruel). Patient is trying to insitigate the questioner to either A: attack verbally or physically B: shut down and end questions.

Snively's muscles went stiff - despite him demanding they stay lax. With effort, he forced himself to slouch back into the couch. "I'm afraid I can't read your chickenscratch. Or is it duckscratch..?"

The doctor picked up his pen and wrote, while speaking aloud: "Patient would rather endure the familiar - verbal or physical abuse... Or rejection - than to have to self reflect."

The small man curled his lip. "Just more horseshit. Bullshit. Feces of every animal on this blasted planet."

"Is it?"

"Why would I want you to physically attack me?" Snively sneered. "Oh yes, please break my fingers, Doc. Here they are." He placed his hand on the desk.

"It's a distraction. I attack you - the questions end. Do you actually want to be beaten up? Probably not. Though deep inside you may feel you deserve it."

"Do you think I deserve it?" Snively locked his eyes on the doctor, watched him close.

"I wouldn't think harming you really changes anything, Snively."

"That's not what I asked. Do you think I deserve it?"

He focused on the beak. The eyes. Every wrinkle. Every micro-motion. Quack flipped his pen, stared off at the wall for a while. "No. I don't."

"Fucking bullshit!" Snively stood up, his fists clenching at his sides, his frame trembling with the onslaught of adrenaline. "I'm supposed to answer your uncomfortable questions, supposed to bare myself - and yet you can lie right to my bloody face?!"

"We aren't here for what I feel, lad."

"I'm not here for anything!" His voice rose to a shout. "I'm here because Miss Priss is forcing me to be! Because as I said before - she thinks it's a torment for me! And she's right! I can't stand this fucking swill, this garbage, this stupid...this nonsense!" He snatched Quack's notebook and hurled it. The duck quickly grabbed NICOLE before Snively could lay his hand on her.

He pushed his cup of pens towards Snively. "You can throw this."

Snively grabbed it and hurtled it into the wall. The ceramic smashed, writing utensils went flying.

"This too!" Quack pushed a stack of books across, the Overlander medical guide on top. Snively gripped that too, his breath coming in pants, and then he froze. Because Quack's eyes were sparkling. Because the feathered freak was...was chuckling?

"Why are you laughing?" He screamed.

"Nevermind!" Quack said. "Throw it!"

Snively grabbed the medical guide. Flung it directly at the potted plant in the corner. Soil and clay pottery imploded - the hapless plant collapsed into the wreckage. The next book went into the wall. He screamed. The next into the door. The next he whipped to the floor, a shrill shriek whistling from him and then he was out of things to throw.

He kicked the book across the room. Staggered over to the wall and punched the painting of the flower bouquet. The glass spiderwebbed under his knuckles as he punched, again and again, blood smearing across his skin. Another long scream, dying out in a moan.

He swore he heard the Head Medibot. Its passionless voice. Sir, you are having a panic attack.

Bloody hell. Get control. Get control!

He couldn't breathe.

He bent over, clawing his nails into his scalp, while wrath and rage pinpricked his entire body. Stabbing him full of holes and then wafting away to leave him empty. He tried to clutch it.

Please. Don't leave me.

Trembling and weak, he fell back to the couch while sucking air in frantic gasps. Up like a stampede of ants came a line of choked sobs. He put his fist to his mouth and bit down hard, hard enough to taste the tang of copper.

Please, when you leave - all I have left-

He couldn't stop them. Terrible nosies - dying noises - filtered around his assaulting teeth and his chest quivered like an earthquake. Rain down his cheeks the tempest.

- is this.

Gradually, he came back to himself. No cold Medibots surrounding, offering cherry gelatin and beautiful silver needles, tips beaded with the surrender of sweet sedative. Painkiller as potent as the kiss of Morpheus.

No, instead, he got a duck in a lab coat, twiddling a pen between his yellow fingers.

Humiliation drowned him. He put his head back into his hands, eyes scratchy and raw. He wanted to stand up and creep out of the office just like that. Never come back.

He heard a faint clatter as Quack fumbled the pen.

"Need a tissue, lad?"

"No," Snively mumbled. Even though he could feel the snot running over his lips. He lifted a portion of his vest and wiped his nose with it.

His knuckles stung. Speaking irritated his throat and he muffled a coughing fit into the vest. They hadn't been as frequent here as they used to be in the city, he thought, trying to redirect his mind to something banal.

"Come on, lad," the doctor said. "Come with me."

Snively watched him stand and exit the office. For several minutes, he numbly eyed the doorway. He was alone here. But all around was evidence of his embarrassing weakness. Broken glass, scattered pens, dirt.

And the doctor would come back for him if he didn't move.

The glass twinkled. A wink, a promise. Pick me up and use me, and never feel a thing again.

He turned a hand, knuckles beaded with blood, to examine his wrist. Blue veins clear and tempting just below the surface.

He dismissed the sparkling shards. I'm in a clinic. I would never have time to bleed out.

He stood and crunched over the glass, heading out into the medical ward. The doctor stood at one of the curtained partitions. Nurse Bessie swiveled in her chair and stared with raised eyebrows. No doubt she'd heard him pitching a fit. He averted his eyes, fleeing for the privacy of the curtain.

Quack gestured towards a chair. "Sit. Let's take care of those hands."

The human examined the wall as Quack tweezed a few bits of glass away, then dabbed at the slices with antiseptic. He sucked in a breath at the sting. A few bandages later and the duck sat back with a smile.

"There. Do you feel better?"

A shrug.

"I suppose we'll call it quits for today...?"

A nod. Snively flitted his eyes up, lip bitten. "What...what about the...mess?"

"Oh, I got it. You go on now, lad."

#Junkysnivfic #Gonna do a masterlist soon xd #Edited to add another little scene in #Snively

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junkydrawr · 3 months

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Snively fic shite! Just a silly little scene, this is how Snively gets stuck having to cook for Antoine (a brief scene I posted earlier) I still have to decide what Sniv's going to cook. Lol

Sniv is training with Antoine (or watching him train).

"Clear away, Snipley! Hi-yah!"

Antoine barraged the bag with furious kicks and punches. It swung wildly back and forth.

"I see you are impress-ed. After I was nearly eaten by a group of terrible hyenas, I began to train seriously!"

Snively wasn't sure what surprised him most - Antoine landing most of his blows, or a gang of cannibalistic Mobians.

He decided on the former, and smirked.

Suddenly Antoine whacked the bag with no warning, sending it careening into Snively's gut. It knocked him down and he gagged for breath.

"Ow. Watch where you're hitting that!"

Antoine pulled him up, his sharp teeth inches from Snively's ear. "I have not forgotten...your mistreatment of the escargot..."

Snively pulled away, one hand on his stomach as he laughed. "Are you serious?"

"Oui." The fox glared daggers.

Another laugh. "I must say, that was the most amusing interrogation I've ever done."

Antoine whacked the bag again, and Snively shoved it away, still chuckling.

"To think, I didn't spill a single drop of blood...didn't threaten you in the least...and you nearly caved in. I've had children more resistant than you."

The bag came his way again, hard. He calmly stepped back. Antoine's fur was bristling now.

"Oui? But did you not say you never question-ed zee little ones?"

"Ah, I didn't. That was rhetorical speech. If I had questioned childen...they would have..."

"Menteur! Monster."

It wasn't the bag coming at him now, but Antoine. Snively dodged a punch, only to get kicked on the left side of his jaw. He stumbled, got socked in the chest and knocked on his rear. His recently healed fingers twinged painfully.

Still the foppish fox advanced. The small human sprang up, exhaling like a bull. "No way...no bloody way am I going to get beaten up by the likes of you!"

Antoine was more agile, but Snively's pain tolerance was far higher, and he shrugged off a whack to the face - and consequently bloody nose - to get in close. He grabbed the fox by the shoulders and threw him down.

"You little frog. How's this for training?" Straddling the fox, he struck him repeatedly in the face. Antoine sputtered, trying to shove him away.

"Fuel, terrible fuel! Get off!"

A blur of blue came between them, knocking them apart. Sonic came to a stop, one hand on each chest. "Yo, yo, what's going on here?! Training getting a little too serious, huh?"

Antoine growled. Sonic looked over at Snively and the blood oozing over his lips. He shook his head. "Sally's gonna be mondo angry that you two are fighting like this."

Antoine brushed off his uniform. "Oui. Perhaps I got harried away."

"Uh, that's carried, Ant. Look, lunch is ready. Why don't we all cool off and have a snack?"

Snively brushed his arm under his nose. "Sounds splendid. Do you have any toast?"

"Uh..." Sonic gave him an odd look. "No, but I guess you could make some-"

Snively looked sidelong at Antoine as they began to walk. "Good," he sneered. "Because I do love a thick slab of toast slathered with margarine."

"Hey!" Sonic yelled as Antoine lunged at Snively again.

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Sally handed Tails a chilidog.

“I can't wait until I can eat this in one gulp, like Sonic does!”

She shook her head. “That's not something to aspire to! One of these days, Sonic is going to choke! Besides, it might upset your tummy-” She trailed off as Sonic came blazing up. Under each arm, he held two buffoons.

He dropped Antoine to the ground and Snively followed a second later.

She set her hands on her hips. “What is going on here?” She took a closer look as Snively stood up, indignantly brushing off his uniform. He had dried blood crusted under his nose. “Sonic!”

“These two were fighting,” he said. “And I don't mean the training. Real fighting.”

Antoine snarled. “The fuel... he shows no remorse! No egrets at all!”

“That's regrets...” Sally sighed. “Don't we already know that about Snively?”

“I'm right here...” The small human said darkly, but his eyes were gleaming in a manner she didn't like. “And he's not talking about my vast crimes agaisnt Mobi-anity. He's talking about my culinary cruelness.”

Sally groaned. Behind her, Tails sloppily made himself another chilidog.

“Antoine...are you really still going on about the slugs...or whatever they were? You have to drop it.”

“I will drop it...when Snipley prepares a proper meal. To make up for his deeds.”

“With or without poison?”

“Snively, stop it.” Sally put a hand to her face, musing. “Ok. That sounds fine, Antoine. With Bunnie supervising...we'll have Snively make you a nice meal. Right, Snively?”

He scowled. “No.”

“It wasn't a request.”

“With saliva, then,” he hissed. “Got it.”

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A/n: hey Sniv's a good cook when he tries. Lol. Anyway I'm trying to finish up a little flashback of Snively in Mobian school and another of he and his father. *is lazy*

#snively #junkysnivfic #satam #Antoine

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junkydrawr · 7 months

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Snively fic stuff! It's been a while. My writing has been drying up a little. My puppy is taking it out of me. Lol! Anyway, here's a tiny scene of Snively talking about Doomsday, probably during his trial.

"What exactly happened with Doomsday?"

He tapped the table with a fingernail, thinking, until the story manifested. Mostly true with only a few embellishments.

"Well, it was Uncle's magnum opus. Uh, that's an Overlander phrase. His most magnificent project yet. And yes, on paper it was daunting and in person - terrifying."

Sally looked grave, but Sonic was smirking. And that about summed it up.

"But...I knew it would fail, just like everything else." At least, everything post-Sonic.

"It sure did, Snobley. Big time!" Sonic raised a fist. Cheers resounded. King Acorn tapped the gavel.

"Since it was Robotnik's biggest ego stroke yet, I knew his anger would be..." Snively paused to swallow and not just for effect. "I didn't know if I'd survive."

He'd often wondered if Robotnik would either. Not just the inevitable destruction of his glorious device - but his own mental crash. Maybe his heart would burst with rage, his blood vessels pop like balloons. Maybe he would end himself. His malignant psyche unable to accept the loss.

And he, most assuredly, would take me down with him.

"I started to plan ahead. I had many little failsafes built into the entire city, you know. Programmed into robots and such. But of course, they were a last resort and once used, I'd have to escape him. Because if it got to that point, he would've already expected me to be dead."

His eyes went distant. Yes, he'd expected Uncle's betrayal because that's how Uncle was. It was astonishing, then, how it still had managed to stab his heart, make him slack-jawed with sickness... to feel that teeniest, tiniest bit of kinship he might have still had... finally die with a last, rattling gasp.

"When Doomsday started crumbling, he ran for his hovercraft. The one we'd ridden in together countless times." His tone stung with acid, recounting the blow. "'Only room for one, Snively.' The tower was shaking under my feet as he shut the door in my face. Leaving me to my death, or so he thought."

A dark chuckle shook him. "I'm always the afterthought. The little bit of dust you don't bother to sweep up. The papercut you don't tend to." Darkness swelled, his eyes narrowed and a smirk birthed. "But that's how I like it. Others - he - can't stand not being the center of attention, all eyes on their bloviating nonsense and displays of public self-fellation."

Sonic cocked his head, clearly lost.

"But all attention on you also means all scrutiny. I prefer to stay in the background. The minor ache you ignore. And then too late - you're terminal - and by the time the symptoms come..."

He let the smirk fade. "I built a secret elevator, leading to a bunker. He was obsessed with visiting the site, keeping track of its progress, so I had to be careful. I modified the blueprints but I did it in a way that the changes were hidden when it was opened with his passcode. And when it was under way, being built in right under his eyes - I deleted the change completely. "

He deflated a little as not one person in the room looked impressed. Of course they don't, he thought. They've never had to be so clever, living out in their little woodland, mud huts and ignorance. They don't know how to ice walk the way I do. They don't understand true survival of Robotnik. As his bitterness seeped like posion, he swore he could hear Father whispering in his ear.

"He knew you would come and crash the party. He didn't care about you infiltrating the outside, because he thought his diamond glass roboticizer would be the end of the hedgehog and all the rest would be caught along the way." A little smirk emerged again, just a whisp. His voice lowered. Have a little secret, you mongrels. "I modified that too. Put a little failsafe in the circuits, so at a crucial moment the power would cut out slightly - just enough." His eyes met Sonic's. The hedgehog looked dubious.

"Nice try, Snide, but my rings are what overpowered it."

"Maybe..." The small human looked away. "But...maybe not."

"Why would you do that?" asked Maximilian.

Snively leaned back in the chair. "I've told you before. What's the use of ruling over a dead planet? I don't know his ultimate goal. To have everything under his power and be the last sentient being left, all others collected in his palm like souvenirs? It's fucking boring. It's pointless. I didn't want Doomsday to succeed."

"Not the last left," said Sally. "You'd still be around."

He snorted. "Would I?"

"And then what happened?"

"He ran away and I took the elevator down to the bunker. I had popcorn prepared. Best movie I've ever seen. I'd already alerted Naugus, as soon as the hedgehog was sucked into the roboticizer and I was left alone. I told him it would be soon. Inside the Void, he watched, waited for Doomsday to collapse...and then he opened a portal to suck dear dear Uncle inside. I went back home afterwards and well. Here we are."

#SatAM #snively #Junkysnivfic #I'm still sad Sniv eating popcorn never made the final episode hahaha

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junkydrawr · 1 year

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A very long while back I started rewriting my old ass and somewhat cringey 'Snively in Knothole' SatAM fic. For various reasons, mostly writer's block, dwindling of the Fandom, and 'getting too old for this' etc, I gave up on it. But I really do like some of the rewritten scenes so I'm thinking to post a few along with some drawings, for possibly the entertainment of...somebody. Maybe. Lol

...I'm honestly having the urge lately to actually finish the whole rewrite. But I really mustn't. 😆

Regardless, I've been writing on it again. Just random scenes. (Mostly Sniv getting thrashed because well...that's his life. Lmaoooo.)

....It's silly and pointless, but man, writing Snively is satisfying and fun! I've been feeling so inspired to write!

#snively #satam #fanfic #sonic satam #even if nobody cares...I'm having fun #and practicing writing which is never wasted time :)#Yes I love Snively come at me bro #Junkysnivfic

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junkydrawr · 8 months

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Snively fic! Another real quickie scene. This one is probably the furthest in the story. Snively has found himself growing closer with a few villagers. (but only a few ;))

Rosie drew forth a large cookie from the basket and pressed it into his hand. "Sweets make everything better."

He took a grateful nibble. "One of these days, you're going to lace these with posion. Just biding your time."

She chuckled and drew out another cookie for herself. "I wouldn't trust myself not to mix them up, dearie."

Dearie. Sometimes he truly thought she was going senile.

They ate the cookies and Rosie brushed off her hands. She reached into the basket again. "I have something else for you."

It was a gray hoodie, slightly oversized for his frame.

He took it wordlessly.

"You might feel more comfortable in that. I'm working on a coat for you too."

He stared down at the gray cloth. "Um. Thanks."

She smiled. "You always seem so flabbergasted when someone does anything nice for you."

He didn't say anything. It's not 'flabbergastion', he thought. What was the deeper motive? Why the fake graciousness?

She read him. "Most times, folk just like being kind to each other. My folk, at least. That's all there is to it. Now, try it on, so I can see how it fits!"

He pulled the hoodie over his head. His body almost seemed to sigh. His skin covered, his scars hidden.

"I do know a way you can repay me," Rosie said.

Snively groaned internally, wondering if he should give the hoodie back.

Rosie continued, with a hopeful smile. "Sally said that you said the Acorn Library hasn't been destroyed. Is that true?"

Well, that's easy. "It's true."

Rosie clasped her hands together, her eyes starry. "Truly?"

"The books, the artwork, things from the museums... it's down there. Er...in the vaults. Way under the city." He fiddled with the hoodie strings. "Anything outside was decimated though. I suppose you know that."

"The books...the paintings were saved?" Her voice cracked slightly and those starry eyes were starting to flood.

Snively nodded, shifting uncomfortably. And then Rosie lunged for him. He squealed as her arms wrapped him in an embrace. His body went utterly stiff, playing dead in the jaws of...affection?

She sniffled, patting his shoulder as she drew back. "I'm sorry, dearie. You nevermind this silly old woman."

"...Um. All right." Strange tingles traveled his skin. He could still feel the cage of arms around him...alien, unfamiliar. He rubbed his biceps to alleviate it.

She wiped her eyes, her smile becoming sad. "It's like you've never been hugged before."

No, no. He tried to slam the door on his own vault, the things he wished he could destroy. Memories. Julian had hugged him as a child. Julian had loved - pretended to love.

"Who needs it?" His voice lashed out like a snake. "Stupid, sentimental slop."

She put a hand to her mouth and he hunched his shoulders into the hoodie she'd give him. The thing she'd made for him. He reigned his anger back, swallowing hard.

"...Sorry," he whispered.

#Snively #SatAM fic #Junkysnivfic #Short N sweet

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junkydrawr · 8 months

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Snively fic snippet! It's been a while so I thought I'd post something. I have so many little scenes that need beginnings or ends (or middles!) written before I can post. Yeesh. This one is short. It takes place when Snively is running the city post Doomsday. The Freedom Fighters manage to escape capture (not really a spoiler lol), leaving Snively unconscious and rained on by the sprinklers in a destroyed room.

Snively scrunched his nose, eyes closed. Water fell onto his face.

I wasn't outside, was I? I must have been. It's raining.

His mind drifted backwards through the years.

His feet were sore, his shoulders aching from the straps of his backpack. Five miles ago, he'd been unceremoniously booted from a hover truck. The dicey-looking driver saying: Kid, you ain't pay me enough to get any closer to the border. The animals might eat me alive.

Hogwash and swill. Snively knew the Mobians wouldn't eat him. Shoot him, maybe. But at least that was quick.

The teenage boy stopped to drop his pack, stretching his back with a moan. He was in the midst of a grassy field, edged by enormous pines. He squinted upwards into a grey sky. Gentle mist was turning to harder droplets. He picked up the pack, hurrying for the shelter of the trees. By the time he reached them, he was panting for breath, his hair plastered to his forehead.

He shivered from the damp, stopping again to rest. According to Father's military maps, through this patch of forest was an Overlander outpost. It was attended by scumbag types just itching to put holes into any furbearer that set foot over the border.

They might put a hole in you too. Or use you for some sick entertainment...

Snively brushed away his wet bangs. His nose ran over his lips. He wiped it with a soggy sweater sleeve.

Maybe... Maybe I should head back. I've only five years before I go to Uni. Only five years to live with Father...

Five years sounded like five lifetimes. He bit his suddenly trembling lip, hiccuping a pathetic little cry. He frowned and wiped away more snot. Stop it. Don't be what Father says. Sniveling bastard.

What would Julian think about him standing here like a shivering whelp, too scared to walk onward?

Because Julian was alive. And he was Snively's beacon, guiding him through Overlander territory - his homelands - and across the border where the talking fleabags roamed and ruled.

He situated the pack again, feeling a few pelting drops that made it through the pine canopy. He shook water from his eyes, set his jaw.

Julian's alive. I will contact him. I will go to him. I will not crawl back to Father. I will not fail!

With the trees rustling above, and the rain falling harder, the young boy walked to the outpost.

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He frowned with his eyes still closed, the patter of raindrops making his cheeks numb. Something in the forest had changed. He heard a steady crackle, a hiss. A rattling snake?

Don't make a sudden movement. He inched one eye open, puzzled to see flat gray above him. A sheet of storm clouds - no. He became aware of the smell of burning electronics.

He sat up, grimacing at a sharp pain in the side of his head. A touching hand came away wet with watery blood. The overhead sprinklers were raining on the sparking and smoking room. He carefully stood, tottering dizzily. His Securitybots stood on either side of him.

"Sir. What is your order?"

Snively headed for the exit, the doors twisted and destroyed by the wretched animals. "Follow and guard. The Freedom Fighters might still be around."

Before leaving, he hit a button by the entrance to activate the extinguishing foam. Normally, the doors would shut and seal the room, leading to a suffocating situation for anyone trapped inside. There were oxygen masks by the door just for that purpose.

He took the elevator up to the Command Center. Exiting with his pistol drawn and the robots ahead and behind. He pressed his fingertip to the scanner on the Command Room doors. The vast space stretched out before him.

Empty. No beasts. They had probably retreated. Regrouping, planning their next move now that they'd found him alive.

"Idiots," he growled aloud. "Yes, you thought...just like Julian...that poor stupid Snively was snuffed out like an irksome mosquito. That it would be that easy."

He stalked to the throne to access the damage. Just like old times.

At least, that's what the Freedom Fighters thought.

#snively #Junkysnivfic #SatAM fic

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junkydrawr · 9 months

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OK, this isn't much of a scene but I haven't posted in a while. I'm working on a scene with Bunnie so that'll be next.

Anyway, in this scene, this is soon after Snively has let Naugus out of the Void. Naugus used his magic to temporarily bring his generator back online. It tired Naugus out so Snively had him brought to the infirmary.

(image is a SatAM screenshot with a filter, I didn't draw it)

Snively stepped into the infirmary. Naugus lay in the nearest bed.

Immediately, Snively was surrounded by the medibots, their cold hands reaching out to access him.

"Ugh. Get away. I don't need help."

The Head Medi, a robot taller and slimmer than the others, insisted on running a handheld scanner over him. He sighed and allowed it, staring over at the wizard.

Naugus had his eyes shut, an IV running into his hand atop the blanket.

"You do not require assistance at this point, Sir."

Snively pushed past and stood near the wizard's bed. "He still looks rather peaked."

"The patient refused nanites, Sir."

"Huh." Snively wondered why. The microscopic medical robots quickly repaired injuries and illness, with minimal side effects.

He examined the wizened wizard. What an ugly creature, he thought. He'd never seen a Mobian like this before. The mage seemed cobbled together from leftover parts. A horn, a claw, a human-like face but ears like a goblin. I wonder if he's even from Mobius originally. An alien, like me.

Julian's words needled him. Snively, you pathetic fool! You should've killed him! Uncle was right, of course.

He stroked the laser pistol at his side. The Securitybot behind him could make an even bigger hole with that laser cannon. With his eyes on Naugus, he clutched the pistol's grip, starting to withdraw it.

I can't take a chance. You don't seem the type who will be happy playing second fiddle.

Maybe Naugus wouldn't mind, though? As long as he was given a place to stay and do his magical research? He could be a fine weapon against the furballs.

I don't know what his goals are. And he's powerful. A threat. I can handle the flea-bitten scum myself.

He nearly had the gun out, his jaw set, when the wizard's eyes fluttered. He let go of the grip as Naugus peered up at him.

"Small One. You've come to check on me?"

"Yes." A fake smile, but not too overdone. "How are you feeling? The nanites work wonders, don't they?"

"Do you mean those invisible machines, injected into one's bloodstream?" The wizard sniffed haughtily. "I do not trust such things."

Snively didn't bother to surpress an eyeroll. "Or maybe you thought I was shooting you up with something else."

"Are you planning to shoot me up, Small One?" The orange eyes dropped to Snively's gun side.

"Of course not."

"Mmmm. The eternal honesty of the Kintobors." The wizard smiled slightly, showing just a peek of those jagged teeth. "You do not trust easily. But we will benefit from each other. I wish to do my research. You wish to rule Mobotropolis free of rebel resistance. I can help you, and you can help me."

Snively was quiet a moment before intoning dryly: "It's Robotropolis."

"Oh, you have not changed it to Snivotropolis?"

"Gods no. That sounds ridiculous."

The shark teeth showed more now. "You have more sense than Robotnik. I implore you, Small One, give me a chance. You could kill me anytime, I know. But you will be tossing aside what will be a great partnership."

Snively kept his face perfectly blank. His patented poker face. He'd heard the bullshit before. Trust me. Greatness together.

"What exactly is your research going to entail?"

"I am intrigued in testing my magic on the body and mind. Testing my own limitations. If I could borrow some of your myriads of prisoners, of course."

Snively didn't answer that. Naugus must not know their prisoners were all metal-plated.

"And there is still much to learn of the Void. I fear my crystal affliction is not completely resolved."

"You have Robotnik for that first use." Snively smiled crookedly. "If you don't damage him too badly, he'll last you a while."

"Oh, yes. I intend to use him. And he can work for you as well. He can take the daily menial burdens off you."

Snively didn't like this. The acquiescence inside him. Don't be stupid, Uncle hissed in his mind. Eliminate him!

Perhaps he spoke to defy Robotnik. Perhaps there was a chance this teamup could work. Perhaps he was just lonely.

"I haven't ended our partnership. You may stay here, and I will assist your research within reason. And you will do the same for me?"

"Of course, Small One."

Snively sighed. "It's Snively, actually."

A/N: that's it for now! I don't really want to post all the Robotropolis Sniv stuff at once because it has some 'plot points.' Lol. Even though a kindergartener could write a better plot than me.

#Junkysnivfic #snively #satam #Fanfic #Naugus

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junkydrawr · 1 year

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From today... some of Snively's psych eval, just bits and pieces. That's how I write lol.

Sally handed NICOLE over. "All right. Have fun."

"This is ridiculous. I don't need a bloody psych eval." Snively snarled and threw his hands in the air. "You all know I'm mental, right?"

"We all know you're an incessant whiner," Sally snapped back. "Just do it and don't give Doctor Quack any trouble." She didn't wait for his answer. She left, closing the door behind her.

The doctor hummed cheerfully, ignoring the human's scowl. "OK, NICOLE, let's start a new pysch profile. The name is uh..." He scratched his beak. "Connor Kintobor."

"It's Snively. Just Snively."

"The name is Justin Snively."

Snively's eyebrow twitched.

"All right. Get comfortable, lad. Let's begin."

Snively eyed the room. "Do you mind if l lie on the couch?"

"Of course not."

"Great." The Overlander flung himself onto the cushions, slinging his arm over his face. "Mmm. Soft."

Quack settled behind his desk. "First, I'll ask a few basic questions. OK?"

"Mmm sure." Snively tuned out, letting Quack's voice turn into white noise. The couch was soft, the room pleasantly warm, but not too warm.

The white noise mummer kept on and on.

"Snively, can you please answer me?" A hand nudged his shoulder. "Maybe you should sit up. You just fell asleep on me."

"Yes, I meant to." Snively shoved the hand away with a grunt. "I've said already, I don't want to do this."

"Is there a history of mental health issues in your family?"

Snively screeched a laugh. "Have you met my uncle?"

"I've never had the displeasure, thankfully. What do you think his problem is?"

"I don't know. Bring up the list and put a checkmark next to them all. There you go."

"What would you say is the biggest stresser in your life?"

"You, right now." Snively smiled evilly. "The fact that Miss Priss won't let me drink."

"Who's Miss Priss?"

"The Princess. She took away all my pain pills too. They're not even addictive." He sighed and crossed his arms.

"Then why do you want them?"

Snively scowled at that. "...I...just like them."

"Mmm hmm. Well, let's backtrack. Surely you must have a bigger stresser than not being allowed alcohol."

"Yes, I've already said. You, and this asinine interrogation!" Snively snarled and grabbed the pillow from behind his back, flinging it at the doctor's head.

Quack batted it away, putting a protective hand over NICOLE. "Hmm. The patient is easily agitated and driven to anger."

A hiss. Snively slumped back into the couch. "You take that back. I'm in perfect control." I've ended people for lesser annoyances, he wanted to say. Let Quack analyze that.

The doctor smiled amibly. "Of course you are, Justin."

Snively was a millisecond away from lunging over the desk, when there was a soft rap on the door. Sally stuck her head inside.

"Sorry to interrupt, Doctor, but I have to take NICOLE back."

#snively #Junkysnivfic #Silliness #SatAM fic #there will be more serious stuff in this i swear...#maybe... lmaoo

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junkydrawr · 1 year

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I work hard at work, that's why I wrote this silly shit. First scene, Snively has to atone for his sins by cooking a proper meal for Antoine, second he gets checked out by Doctor Quack.

Snively reached for a jar of pepper.

"Tch, non! Use zee paprika, not pepper!"

Snively scowled. "The recipe doesn't call for that."

Antoine stamped his foot under the table. Sally looked up from brushing the purple polish onto Bunnie's claws. "If he wants paprika, use paprika."

"Fine. Don't blame me when it tastes like rectum."

"It already will, with you preparing it," the fox scoffed.

"Suce ma bite, Antoine," Snively said, his tone saccharine, as he sprinkled paprika into the pot.

Antoine stiffened, his whiskers quivering. "You are uncultured swine," he growled.

Sally frowned, then tapped NICOLE. "Translate, please."

Antoine squealed, his hands flailing. "Non, mah Princess, you cannot hear such language -"

"In Francia, it means suck my d***, Sally."

Snively giggled at the censoring beep, then put a faux abashed hand to his mouth. "Oh dear! That's what it means? All this time I thought it was a compliment."

"Please stick to Common Mobian from now on," she said dryly. "So we don't have these little mistranslations, hmmm?"

"Yes, Princess." Snively uncapped the cooking wine and took a long swig.

"Snively!" She yelled as Antoine gasped.

"What?" He raised his eyebrows innocently, sipping at the bottle. She leapt up and snatched it away from him.

"Uh, I need that for the recipe."

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"Do you have migraines, headaches? Digestive issues? Problems sleeping? How about injuries that heal slowly, indicating a weak immune system?" Doctor Quack leaned back.

"Uh...no. Headaches, sometimes....and sometimes problems sleeping."

"Nightmares?"

Snively gave a non-answer with a shrug.

"It's curious. Usually long-term physical abuse brings on a slew of physical ailments."

The Overlander squirmed, stared at the wall. He didn't want to talk about this. "I imagine it's all the nanites I've been injected with. Don't worry about me. I'm fine."

"Yes, that could be. We've been roughing it without access to any nanite tech out here." The doctor brushed off his lab coat. "Well, physically, you're reasonably well. I'm going to schedule a psych evaluation for you. I'll have to borrow NICOLE from Sally."

A hard scowl touched Snively's lips. "I don't need that. I'd rather not."

The doctor smiled cheerfully, clapped him on the shoulder. "Don't be embarrassed, lad. We all know you're mental."

Snively's mouth dropped.

"Mmm." The doctor picked up the tomato sandwich and took a large bite. "It's just a matter of seeing how bad off you are."

"This is ridiculous." Snively crossed his arms. "Can I put my clothes back on?"

AN: That went nowhere 😆

I laughed tho.

#I'm easily amused is it obvious #Snively #Unfinished scenes #Junkysnivfic

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junkydrawr · 10 months

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Sniv fic stuff! Just a random scene with Snively getting along swimmingly with the FF's as usual. 😁 The scene starts out with Sonic and Sally having lunch outside and Snively comes to join.

As Sonic continued to make immature jokes, Snively approached the table with a bowl of salad. He stopped up short, his brow wrinkling.

Sally raised her eyebrows.

"...I thought Bunnie would be here," the Overlander mumbled.

"Ant surprised her with a 'romantic' picnic." Sonic snickered. "They're probably off frenching over French food."

Snively made his displeased 'mmm' sound. He started to turn away.

Sally sighed. "Sit down, Snively."

"Heh. Someone jealous?" Sonic grinned, then munched a forkful of his own salad.

"Of what?" Snively plopped down, staring at his food. "Pulling fur out of my mouth?"

"You wish you could get some fur in your mouth."

"Boys, please." Sally valiantly surpressed a giggle. "Can we have some non-vulgar conversation?"

Snively kept his eyes down, pushing the salad around with his fork.

She was curious. "Did you ever get any fresh vegetables in Robotropolis?"

"All our food was dehydrated and then reconstituted by the kitchen bots."

"Yuck," Sonic said.

"That's how the chili dog vending machines work," Sally said. "Otherwise, they would have gone rancid."

"Huh. Never thought of that."

Snively glanced up, seeming confused by 'chili dog vending machines.' His eyes followed the aforementioned meat as some fell off Sonic's fork. A flicker of disgust crossed his face.

Sally resisted another laugh. Yes, that's something we agree about. Sonic putting chili dog meat on his salad is gross.

"I had this mondo cool dream this morning," Sonic said, after a few minutes. "I dreamed I was sitting on the bridge, eating a plateful of chili dogs. Man, it felt so real I almost chomped my hand when I woke up!"

Snively looked up again, this time his eyes flitting to Sally's. She could almost read his thoughts. Is he for real?

"You ever have a dream that feels super real, Sal?"

She bit carefully into a tomato. It squirted anyway. "A few days ago, yeah. I had this dream I was with Daddy. We were on the beach, the one in Robotropolis, except it was like it was before. He was holding me up in the water while I treaded, learning how to swim. But I don't think that actually happened. I think I might've gone on a boat ride with him, but I don't think I ever went to the beach. Back when it was clean..." She shook her head. "I woke up, like disoriented. To be in a dark room rather on a bright, sunny beach."

"I think I remember a boat ride. There were a lot of boring adults...?" Sonic scrunched his face. "Maybe. Hey, you remember when I had those nightmares about you? Those felt so real too."

"Yeah, I remember that." Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Snively. He was still stirring his greens around. If he was interested in their conversation, he didn't show it. Finally, he ate one of the leafy bits.

Sonic stuffed a huge forkful in, swallowed, burped. "Yo, Snoot? What about you?"

"What about me what?" Snively set down his fork and leaned back in the wooden chair.

"You ever had a dream you thought was real, like even when you woke up?"

"No."

"Man, you're boring. You must've had one! Maybe you had a dream about being tall. Haha!"

"We're practically the same height."

"Mmm, yeah, but compared to Robotnik you're a shrimp. Maybe he's just huge. I mean, he is huge, but..." Sonic grinned. "Hey, were your parents short too?"

The Overlander's eyes darkened a shade. A muscle in his jaw tightened and then he spoke airily. "I do remember a dream."

"Yeah?"

"There was this one time..." Snively slouched low in the chair, picking at his fingernails. "I was in the infirmary. Robotnik had beaten the absolute tar out of me, and I was covered in mosquito bites. Miserable. I suppose I can't blame him. Apparently, I'd had some kind of fever dream that I'd found Knothole, but I ended up leading Uncle into the Great Swamp. After a few hours of traipsing around in the muck, he wasn't very happy with me."

Sally and Sonic exchanged bemused glances.

Snively sat up a little. "The thing is, it felt so real. I was laying in that damn bed, swearing I'd been here. I could see the huts, the meeting area. I remember calling the Stealths, ordering them to bomb this fucker to the ground."

Sally's eyes darkened, both at his words and his choice of words.

He sneered. "Lucky for you...I was just high. I guess I must've been."

Sally twisted her fork into her salad. "But you weren't. You were here."

He scowled. "What are you talking about?"

"You. Were. Here," she said slowly, as if he were hard of hearing.

He rolled his eyes and resumed his bad posture. "Oh, ha ha. Yes, I was here. Indeed."

"Snively, I'm not joking with you. You found us. You almost destroyed us that day."

"Oh, come off it!" He shrilled, his sudden anger inexplicable to her...but as his words poured out, she understood. "It was a delusion! But I was so happy! I'd finally accomplished what Julian never could. I bested him, proved I had always been more capable than him!"

"What a thing to be proud of," Sonic said, "That you're even scummier than ole Scumbug Numero Uno!"

"Oh shut up, hedgehog."

"You shut up, Snerdly!" Sonic flicked a tomato into Snively's face. The small man brushed it away with a snarl, and before Sally could admonish Sonic, Snively launched his entire bowl of salad straight at Sonic. The hedgehog managed to shift sideways but most of the food found its mark.

"You little punk!" Sonic leapt across the table, knocking the small man head over heels from his chair. He straddled the Overlander, slamming him onto the ground. "How you like that, Shrimpboat... oof!"

Snively threw him off with a hard knee to the stomach. Sonic came for him again and Sally jumped up.

"Enough, both of you!"

Her tone was enough to stop Sonic, but Snively still lunged, screaming childishly: "He started it!" She swiftly grabbed him from behind, locking her arm around his throat. Sonic blew a raspberry at the irate man.

"Let go of me!" Snively struggled and her eyes went wide as he threw his head back, his skull cracking her in the mouth. She tasted blood. She released him, clutching at her bleeding lip.

"Not cool!" Sonic gasped. "Oh, I'm gonna mess you up for that, Needlenose!"

Before he could move, a calm, cool voice interjected. "What is going on here?"

Everyone froze, and Snively went owl-eyed, his face pale. Sally turned to face her father. His stern gaze swept them, and she watched his eyes darken as he beheld her injury.

"Nothin', yer Highness. I'm cool." Sonic took a seat, avoiding the spilled food.

"Colin. Come with me at once."

"But your H-H-Highness..." Snively's nervous stutter marred his words.

"Now, Colin."

Snively squeaked, his blue eyes pleading with Sally's, but she was never less inclined to entertain his groveling. "Go," she said icily.

"Have a nice chat," the hedgehog said cheekily as Snively trudged after the King with his shoulders slumped. He turned to her. "Yo, Sal! You ok?"

She nudged her lip, wincing. "I'm fine."

His ears flattened. "You mad at me?"

"You don't make things any better when you pick at him. I'm tired of it."

"He's a jerk," Sonic said flatly.

"He's a jerk about to get dressed down by my father."

Sonic grinned wide. "Oh yeah. Poor guy."

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A/n: Sniv's getting along great! I don't have the entire scene with King Acorn written yet but maybe that'll get posted next if I brush it up. :)

Also I know some don't agree with Sniv dropping f-bombs but I personally get a kick out the way it'd sound with his voice. 'fuckahhh'. 😆

#Junkysnivfic #Snively #SatAM #Sniv be fiesty

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junkydrawr · 11 months

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More of Sniv in Knothole! YAY. Ok, this is a chunk of story rather than just one scene. Lots of Snively misery. Warnings for talk of self harm and bullying.

Anyway, the scene starts off after Snively has burned his uniform. His chore has been fishing with Sonic and Sally for the week. And yeah, it just starts in the middle of the scene because like usual...I haven't written the whole thing yet. XD

Note: in my fic Sniv smokes cigarettes but they aren't like our nicotine cigarettes...they're actually a harmless herb with relaxing properties (but they are addictive and the smell puts some people off). Also, Snively wears an unremovable tracking bracelet. And residents of Knothole sometimes eat in a cafeteria/mess hall, but Snively doesn't like to eat in there so Bunnie usually cooks for him.

"Oh!" Snively let out a squeak. His line was pulled tight.

"Reel it in!" Sally raced over to him as Snively gave a pathetic tug to the line. When she got there, the line slackened. The hook came up, empty of fish and bait.

"Ugh," she grunted. This was the third fish he'd lost today. "It's like you're trying to mess up!"

"I told you, I don't know how to do this!" Snively shot back, pacing over to the bucket of worms.

"Don't even! You haven't been trying at all! It's been four days - and you haven't got one fish!"

His mouth twisted as he glared down at the writhing worms.

"...Four days and I'm still baiting the hook for you." She grabbed the pole away from him.

"I can't do that. It's sick." Snively mumbled and made a face as she wrapped the hapless bait. She thrust the pole back into his hand. He let out a groan of complaint. "I hate this job. I don't want to do this anymore."

"Tough. Isn't it strange, that you can't kill a worm...but you can kill Mobians...?"

“Like you haven't done the same. Your father shot down Overlanders.”

“That was a war!” She spoke loudly enough that Sonic startled awake over on the bridge.

“That's no excuse.”

“Oh, stop it. You know your people started it, anyway. We defended ourselves and our lands.”

“What do you know?” He sneered. “You were a toddler at the time!”

“I paid attention in history class. Unlike some people.” She shot a glance at Sonic, who had already resumed snoring.

Snively slung the pole over his shoulder. “History that was penned by your people, with a bias towards your people.”

“You know what history isn't biased? The fact that my father took you in, that we treated you well – and you turned around and attacked us.” She jabbed him in the chest and he squeaked. “Tell me we mistreated you and your wretched uncle, Snively. Tell me to my face.”

“What do you know...” He muttered again. “You're a pretty girl whom everyone loved right from the beginning. A Princess. Have you ever suffered a day of abuse in your pampered life?”

“Snively, have you ever wondered what it would've been like if you hadn't taken over? If you'd just lived with us? If our Kingdom was still standing?”

He bit his lip.

“Maybe you would've had a nice life. Maybe you'd be a scientist... a teacher. Maybe you would've been happy.”

“There's no use thinking things like that.” He hissed, but she could see his eyes were starting to gleam. His cheeks turning red.

“But... you chose your path. You chose to put yourself with that man...that monster. Now you have to pay the consequences. Just like we all do.”

Snively looked away from her, heaving in a shuddering breath. He blinked wetness away from his eyes, then turned back with a snarl. “Oh, you know it all! Miss Fucking Perfect! Miss Omniscient! You'd never make a mistake in your prissy little life. You know every path laid out before you and you'd never take the wrong one. How bloody amazing it must be to be you.” He threw the pole down, his fists clenching at his sides.

“Eleven years of staying with Robotnik isn't a mistake!” She yelled, and Sonic woke up again with a startled yelp. “Eleven years, Snively! Stop blaming everyone else when you chose to stay there! I am sick and tired of hearing it!”

“Hey!” Sonic stood up. “Sally, is everything ok?”

“It's fine, Sonic.” She glared at Snively. “Pick up your pole. Get back to work.” She stomped away from him and back to her spot at the river.

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Sally retrieved her salad and sat down at the round table with her friends. Even their company didn't ease her rankled nerves. She gripped her fork tight, stabbing at the lettuce vicously. “I am so glad there's only one more day of fishing left.”

“Why? The fish ain't bitin'?”

“The company bites.” Sally smirked as she bit into a tomato. Juice flew onto the table. She wiped it with her napkin.

“Hey, I know you aren't talking about this super cool hedgehog.” Sonic laughed and tried to make his tomato squirt even further.

Bunnie looked concerned. “Sally, are you talkin' about Snively? He ain't cooperatin'?”

“He's just such a drain,” Sally said. “Complain about this, complain about that. Whines and moans about how bad his life is.... like he hasn't been a nightmare for the past decade.” She rolled her eyes. “Of course Sonic gets to stay over on the bridge and not deal with his garbage. What did he call me today? Oh yeah: 'Miss Fucking Perfect. I've never made a mistake in my prissy little life'.”

Bunnie frowned. “He said that to you?”

“Well, you are pretty perfect, Sal.” Sonic flashed a cheeky grin, and Sally finally cracked a smile. “I think he was flirting with you.”

She let out a laugh. “Oh my Gods, Sonic. No!”

“Ah told him not to say mean thangs like that,” Bunnie said, a frown still marring her brow. “Ah told him to get along with you!”

“Oh, Bunnie, it's not your fault,” Sally said, patting her arm. “Please don't think I'm implying anything like that.”

“Ah'm not. It's just...” She shook her head.

Geoffrey plopped down with a plate of dessert. “Heh. There goes Bunnie again. Surprised when her little delinquent disappoints her.”

“Shut up, St John,” Sonic said.

“You shut up, pincushion.”

Sally sighed and focused on her salad as the insults flew back and forth.

Snively rummaged through Bunnie's kitchen drawers, muttering. “Matches...matches... she surely must have matches!” A pilfered packet of Geoffrey's cigarettes weighted his pocket. “Ah yes!” He held up a matchbox in triumph.

“What are those for?” Bunnie's voice came from the doorway and he let out a startled shriek.

“Ah...heh. You know, I thought I would light some candles.”

“Romancing me?”

Snively's cheeks went red. “...What?”

“Cause yer gonna need some sugar n' sweet when you explain to me why you were so rude to Sally-girl today.”

He scowled. “I didn't say anything. Why is she reporting my every sentence back to you, anyway?”

“Stop dodging the point, Sugah. You did say somethin'.”

“Whatever....” He rolled his eyes and shoved the matches in his pocket. He just wanted to get out and smoke already. It was like an itch under his skin.

“Don't whatever me, Snively.” Bunnie set her hands on her hips. “You called her names. Said she was perfect.”

“Oh Heavens no. I called her perfect? How perfectly scathing.”

“What's that in your pocket?” She stared suspiciously at the lump. He thought of all sorts of untoward responses but settled with a look of bland innocence instead.

“Nothing?”

“Give it here!”

“Look, just leave me alone!” Snively growled and started for the door, his hand clutching possessively over the cigarettes. “I have a headache and I smell like fish. I need some air.”

“No way.” She blocked the door. “You turn out yer pockets, right now.”

“Bloody fine!” He threw the packet of cigarettes down, yanked the other pocket out and let the matches fall. “It's just cigarettes! The doctor said I could have them!”

“Don't you speak to me like that. Ah don't know what's gotten into ya. Ah told you to be nice to Sally-girl, Ah told you to stop bein' a right git and you were doin' good for a while.”

“And then you made me leave the house. Do these stupid, asinine chores. Mingle with the populous.”

“How else do you expect to live here? You can't hide in mah house forever! Sugah, you have to stop this!”

He leaned down to nab the cigarettes and matches. “Maybe I was better off in the jail cell.”

Bunnie stepped away from the door. “Is that right? You think so?”

“At least nobody bothered me there.” He grunted. “None of this harping on my every move.”

“Ah had no idea you thought of me like that.” Bunnie's eyes hardened. “Well, then, Snively...why don't you just...git? Yeah. Git out.”

“What?”

“Sleep outside. Go sleep at Geoffrey's for all Ah care.” She aimed a finger towards the door. “You want to git? Then git.”

He nearly protested, then shut his mouth with a snap. "Gladly," he hissed and stamped out. She slammed the door behind him.

He trudged down to the ring pool, finding his favorite spot on the bank. There was a tree stump perfect for leaning on and a log that was excellent sitting. He chose to wedge his back against the stump, wrangling the cigarettes and matches out.

Lighting up, he took a long drag and expelled the smoke with a sigh. The cigarette tasted slightly like skunk. He made a face but didn't snuff it out. At this time of day, the village folk would be making dinner or eating in the cafeteria. Thus, it was quiet and still, with only the birds and bugs keeping him company.

Just how I like it. He allowed himself to relax, closing his eyes. The cigarette further diffused his jangled nerves. He sat and smoked, letting his mind drift into emptiness. When the fire reached the end, he flicked the filter into the water and reached for another.

"Hey, don't throw garbage around, Snive-ly!”

A high voice made his eyes fly open. He almost screamed. A set of eyes was hovering right before him. He choked for air as Tails grinned at him.

"Gah! Must you sneak up like that?"

"I didn't sneak up. I flew over here." The kid landed and stood nearby, evoking a groan from Snively.

"I gotta question. How come you don't got any hair?"

Snively scowled. "How come your grammar is so atrocious?"

"Grammar is boring. I guess you do have a few hairs..." Tails reached for one of Snively's wispy strands.

He jerked his head back. "Touch and perish, kid."

Tails laughed. "Why do you keep those anyway?"

"A futile cling to the trappings of my youth." Snively turned the unlit cigarette in his fingers. His mood soured, as it always did when he remembered his head of hair. Robotnik had never let him grow it back...and the shitty climate of Robotropolis ensured he remained unhealthy enough that it wouldn't.

Another laugh. "You are so weird. I think you're the weirdest person I know."

"Says the child with an extra tail sprouting from his backside."

Tails' face scrunched uncertainly. "Sonic says my tails make me special."

"Special is just another phrase for 'genetic freak.'" Snively smirked and stuck the cigarette in his mouth.

"Sonic doesn't think that!"

Snively struck a match and lit up. "Doesn't he now..." He took a long puff and tilted his head back, blowing out a smoke ring. "Of course, he's a freak as well..."

The little fox frowned heavily. Snively hoped he'd cry. Child tears might be a pathetic balm for a shittastic day, but at least it was something.

"That thing stinks. You should put it out."

"Make me, you little brat."

Tails grinned nastily and leapt into the air. With a spin and a precise flick of one tail tip, he swept the cigarette from Snively's mouth. It sailed into the pool.

"Hey!" He didn't bother going after it. With a grunt, he pulled another forth from the pack in his pocket. "Nice try. Good thing I'm fully stocked up."

"You stole those from Geoffrey, didn't you?"

"He misplaced them. I'm going to return them."

"You're such a liar!"

"Oh, go away," Snively moaned, his patience shot. Why did these blasted Mobians have to ruin everything?

"You go away. We want to swim."

We? Snively dug his boots into the soil. If this little twerp thought he was dragging him into the water, he'd-

Suddenly, the sun was blotted from the sky. Seconds later, Dulcy came crashing into the water on her bottom, sending water splashing everywhere - including onto him.

She shrieked in delight; Snively shrieked in horror.

"You blasted reptile!" He jumped up, his cheeks red with anger. Tails rolled in midair, giggling madly.

"Ha ha, you might as well swim with us, Snide-ly!"

"I'd rather drown." He growled and wrung out his shirt. Droplets rolled down his back, making him shiver. He'd dropped the third smoke and it lay soggy on the ground. He left it, skulking away from the poolside with the children's laughter trailing him.

He wandered through the village until he got to the community garden. A few devoted greenthumbs had returned to their plots following dinner. He sat on a flat boulder near the edge of an unoccupied tomato patch. Late afternoon sunlight bathed him and he sighed, squelching some water from his eyebrows with one finger.

There wasn't much to the clothes Sally had foisted upon him, and he hoped they'd dry quickly. Already the warmth was seeping from the day.

He drew his tanktop up, wringing it out once again. Cold water dripped down his stomach, seeming to follow the pink tracing of scars on his white skin. He quickly smoothed down the shirt and as he did, his belly rumbled.

"Oh shush," he muttered, gazing in the direction of the cafeteria. It was open to all, but the idea of walking in.... all the eyes on him, the mutters, the glares...as he hunched over his food...

He grit his teeth. And him wearing this ridiculous attire as well. So much skin exposed - his neck, collarbones like shelves, his twiggy arms.

A few times, bored and idle on late night surveillance, he'd taken out the boot knife Julian had given him as a teen. He'd used it on himself, carving lines upon his skinny biceps, for no real reason other than... He was bored. He was so fucking numb. Maybe he hoped Uncle would notice, and worry about him.

He let out a painful laugh, squeezing his eyes shut. I don't want to think about this.

He rubbed the faint row of neat parallel scars. I've gone without dinner plenty of times. I'm fine.

When he opened his eyes, a Mobian couple had neared the gardens. Hand in hand, two badgers. He scrunched in on himself...it was Melinda and her husband. She met his eyes across the plots and he quickly averted his gaze, staring down at his boots.

Did I do anything to her...?

He tried to page through memories, but they fell apart like paper under water. Dissolving, blurring into each other, with ink staining like a disease.

I really can't recall. He shut his eyes again. I don't want to think about this either...

They meandered to one of the plots furthest from him. He kept his eyes down, staring at his boots, the widening patches of dry on his shirt, and finally, the infernal bracelet on his wrist. He began to tug at it, trying for the hundredth time to wiggle it over his hand.

If only I could remove this bloody thing.

He whacked it a few times on the stone.

Then I could...

What. Run? Into the unforgiving wilderness?

Better than here, right? Whack, whack, wiggle.

He looked up to see the nearest Mobian watching him, suspicion all over their features. He ceased his futile attempts. If he messed with the stupid thing enough, he'd probably be thrown back in jail.

There's an idea.

He slid from the boulder and made his way to the jail. As he suspected, nobody was inside. The stone interior was chilly. He shuddered in his still-damp shirt, but continued to the last cell. It was locked, so he slid down onto his rear, leaning his back on the bars.

"I'll stay here," he muttered aloud. "Stay here until I bloody rot."

The dimness faded to dark. He took off his vest and draped it over his arms. It did little to warm him. Shivering, he got out another cigarette and puffed smoke in between cursing the cold.

I suppose I could grovel at Ms Rabbot's metal feet.

He made a face. Haven't you groveled enough for ten lifetimes? Fuck her and little Miss Priss. His rear was going numb and damp condensation was spreading over the stone floors. He gazed longingly at the cots inside the cells.

All the doors were locked. He paced. Damn it all. He sighed and dug the precious cigarettes from his pocket, stowing them just inside the cell. It wouldn't do for their owner to find them in his possession.

He ascended the steps and stood, feeling lost. Finally, he trudged to Geoffrey's hut. With a defeated sigh, he rapped on the door.

“One minute, mate!”

“Shit...” Snively debated running for it. “This was a bad idea-”

The door swung open, blasting him with warm air. Geoffrey's mouth split into a nasty smirk. “What a surprise. A man opens the door and finds a pile of trash standing on his step.”

“Can...” Snively hunched his shoulders. Every word felt like acid. “...can I sleep here tonight...?”

Geoffrey laughed in delight. "Oh ho ho! Are you telling me Bunnie kicked you out?!"

"No...just exploring my options."

Geoffrey examined Snively's poker face closely, then snorted. "The lies never stop, do they?"

"Forget it." Snively mentally kicked himself. "I'll see if Sonic or Antoine have room."

"I'm real insulted you think that pincushion is better company than me." Another sneering grin. "And Ant will never let you - or anyone - stay at his place. Not after Sonic had to crash there and drove Ant bonkers with his slobbiness."

"I'll ask around then..." Snively took a step back but Geoffrey lunged forward and yanked him inside by the arm.

"No, no. I've got room. We're gonna have a great time together."

The small man was ushered to the kitchen table. He sat, back rigid. His eyes roamed the room. The layout was identical to Bunnie's, but Geoffrey had less flowery decor. There were two magenta pillows on his couch. On the wall was a painting of whom he assumed was Geoffrey's father. An unsmiling 'bloke' of black and white, dressed in the cerulean blue of Acorn Kingdom military.

An asshole just like his son, I imagine.

"He look familiar to you?" Geoffrey asked.

All you skunks look the same. All you animals do. But anyway, Julian had the pleasure of doing away with the high ranking officials.

He kept this to himself and merely shook his head.

"You hungry?" The skunk asked after a few minutes.

He nodded.

"Me too. I only ate cake at dinner." Geoffrey got up and pulled things from his cold storage, piling it onto a hefty sandwich. He only made one, but it would be enough between them. With a wink, he lifted it to his mouth and took a bite.

"Umm..." The Overlander stared as a piece of meat fell back onto the plate.

"Oh," sneered Geoffrey after swallowing. "I just asked if you were hungry. I wasn't saying I was gonna feed you."

Snively grunted in disgust. Well. Maybe he would go back and grovel to Bunnie. He slipped out of the chair and darted for the front door.

Before he could reach it, there was a few knocks and the door swung open. He was forced back by Geoffrey's friends Midge and Tory.

"What's this little turd doing here?" Tory asked. "He playing cards with us?"

"Bollocks to that. He probably cheats worse than you do."

"I was just leaving..." Snively tried to inch around the oafish Mobians. Geoffrey grabbed him by the scruff and dragged him back to the kitchen.

"Have a seat, lil Sheila. You're our special entertainment for the night."

"You gonna offer us snacks or what?" Midge said, taking a seat.

"There's food. Get it yourself."

The boorish animals gorged in front of him, offering not even a scrap. They laughed when his stomach rumbled. A dollop of meat fell from Midge's mouth to the table. Snively tried not to look. These slobs were gross, yet the smell was making him hungrier. Bunnie didn't eat meat. At least she wasn't adverse to eggs.

"So, Sniv, what was Earth like?" Tory asked. "I heard it was a real shit hole."

"I don't remember it."

"Oh."

"It wasn't infested with walking flea bags though, I know that."

Somebody kicked him under the table. He grimaced.

"Filled with ugly Furless freaks, stinking up the place. Can you imagine having to live in a city of them? I'd have to burn off my nose." Geoffrey grinned vilely. "So glad they all blew themselves up."

Snively kept quiet. Part of him agreed. He wondered if there were any civilized beings who were actually that.

"Should've just stayed there," Tory said. "Why'd you even come here?"

"It wasn't exactly my choice. Maybe I would've rather been blown up than checking myself for mites daily." Snively glanced around the room again, itching to run for it.

Midge grunted. "He's got a punchable face, don't he? Can I punch 'im, boss?" Tory nodded eagerly.

"No, you idiots." Geoffrey brushed crumbs off his hands and belched. "I'll get it from the King if he sees him all bruised up." He took out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling languidly. "The trick is to get him where people can't see..."

Snively kept still, his heart rate increasing. He clenched his hands on the chair seat. I'll be damned if I look scared.

Geoffrey gave a nod to Tory, and the badger stood and dragged Snively out of the chair, pinning his arms behind his back. The small man squeaked and struggled. Geoffrey leaned forward in his chair, smiling. Puffing away. One of his claws reached forward, snagging Snively's shirt and pulling it upwards, free of his belt. The Mobians stared at the skin of his exposed belly, the white skin traced with delicate pink scars.

Tory whistled. "Heh. Nice collection, Sniv."

"Oh, shut up!" Red touched his cheeks and he struggled again. Tory pulled his arms tighter. "Ow. Stop it!"

Geoffrey inhaled again and then turned the cigarette in his fingers. "I guess I don't rightly feel like smoking right now, mate. Midge, you wanna put this out for me?"

"Why can't you?" Midge grunted.

Geoffrey let out an aggravated sigh and jerked his head at Snively. "You sure you don't want to put it out, Midge?"

"Oh!" Comprehension came to the dimwit's face. "Oh yeah, boss, I wanna!"

Snively went rigid in Tory's grip as Midge waved the cigarette, taunting. Not a sound. Not one bloody sound! He clenched his teeth as Midge brought his hand forward, grinding the burning end to the left of his navel. The pain was bright, immediate. He jerked in the confining arms, a hard harsh breath drawn through his nose.

The Mobians chuckled.

Midge handed the cigarette back to Geoffrey.

"Ugh. I don't want it after it touched him." The skunk flicked it into Snively's face, then scowled. "You think you're tough, huh." He cruelly pressed the tip of one claw into the fresh burn. Snively couldn't catch it - the crying whimper that burst forth. The chuckles were louder now.

"Well, that was fun." Geoffrey looked bored as he nodded to Tory. The badger released him, and roughly shoved Snively back into his seat.

He sat, huddled, trying to ignore the searing pain. He rubbed at his sore arms.

"I remember your fingers were all busted up when you got here. Robotnik do that?"

Snively was silent. Midge swatted him on the head.

"No," he lied.

"What a lucky sod Robotnik was." Geoffrey sighed, clicked his claws on the table. "I'd love to break every one of 'em. I bet you'd really scream then."

"Maybe we can break his toes instead?" Midge suggested. Snively went rigid again.

"Nah. He'd be walking all funny. Like he did when Robotnik got through with him every night, I bet."

The small human glared down at the table, tasting acid on his tongue.

Tory laughed so hard he snorted. "You're a sicko, Geoff."

"Heh. I know." Geoffrey leaned his chair back, grinning wide. "Speaking of... You shoulda been at the pool today. Sally was down there, swimmin'. Oh, mates. I tell ya-"

"Here we go," Tory groaned.

Indeed. The conversation turned lewd, mostly from Geoffrey's end, as Tory listened with a long-suffering smile. Snively kept his eyes down, gaze going blurry, as he turned the dirty chatter into white noise. Under the table, he moved his left wrist beneath his shirt, pressing the cold metal of his tracker to the burn.

He became aware that the discussion had turned back to him.

"Huh?" He mummered.

"I was just saying - I always wondered what Overlanders looked like, under all those clothes they wear." Tory repeated, glancing at Snively. "Well, especially the women."

"Why do they wear all that stuff anyway? Blimey, even when it's swelterin' hot. Cold I can understand."

Snively didn't like this line of conversation. Again, he calculated his chances of running for the door. They looked at him. He slumped in the chair, his arms clutching his chest. "Why do you wear boots? Why are you wearing a vest?" He gave Geoffrey a sullen glare. "Why do you wear that dumb hat?"

"Because the ladies love it." Geoffrey pulled the beret rakishly to one side. "Maybe if you wear one, Bunnie'll let you back in her bed."

Midge and Tory laughed while Snively grit his teeth. "I'm not in her bed, you oaf. Stop saying things like that!"

More laughs.

"I bet Bunnie's seen him with all those silly clothes off.”

"Why do you keep talking about this?" Snively sat up, glaring at the three. Change the subject already!"

"Crikey, mate. You sure are getting hopped up over some silly pieces of cloth. They're just to keep you warm or accent how bloody handsome you are. I mean, I am.”

“Then you'll have no problem switching topics. We haven't heard about nearly every wet dream regarding the Princess yet...”

Geoffrey shook his head, unable to be shaken off so easily. He grinned as he peered about at his friends. “You know, Tory...we're in luck. We might not have an Overlander woman here, but we do have a little girl." Geoffrey snickered. "Come on, Snively. Get up and show us what you got."

"What?"

The striped Mobian leaned over the table, poking him in the chest. "Take that shit off. All of it."

"I don't think so." Snively slouched lower, his arms tighter about his torso.

"You're such a jerk, mate. Here we are, tryin' to be diplomatic, learn more about your kind."

"Go ask NICOLE for an anatomy lesson," the human growled. "I'm not interested in show and tell."

"No?" Geoffrey raised his eyebrows. "Well, here's the deal, mate. You either take 'em off... or we're gonna rip them off. And then you'll have to walk outside in front of everyone with nothing on. Which, I guess to your kind, is a big deal."

"Why do you want me to take my clothes off?!" Snively wailed. "What is wrong with you?"

“We're askin' nicely, mate. But we can be...not nice about it.”

Snively leapt from his seat. He wouldn't make it, but he was going to run anyway. Midge jumped up, swiping at his arm. Snively dodged, ducked under the second attempt, and then kicked him hard in the shin. “Don't touch me, you flea-infested mutt!” Midge hopped on one foot, clutching at his boo-boo.

Snively made it halfway across the living room before Tory grabbed him in a bear hug and lifted him off his feet. The badger carried him, kicking and hissing, back into the kitchen. He dropped the bristling Overlander and retreated to guard the kitchen's entrance.

Geoffrey tsked and shook his head. “Well. Wasn't that rude? Guess we're gonna have to start ripping shit off. Midge, Tory? You ready?” They flexed their fingers and stepped closer to the Overlander.

“Ugh. Get away!” Snively stripped off his vest, then his tanktop. He whipped them down and held out his arms with a grunt of disgust. “There! The rest of it isn't any different. Get a good look!”

“Oh, no no no,” Geoffrey cooed. “You can't stop there. Keep going.”

Midge grabbed the vest and tore it at the shoulder.

Snively watched, dismayed, as it fluttered to the ground. Sally wasn't going to be happy about this. Tory scooped up his tanktop and began to stretch it between his gray paws. Snively screeched. “All right, all right! I'm doing it.” He knelt and removed his boots. The Mobians sneered in unison as his trembling fingers undid his trousers and he slid them off.

He stood up, but slouched, his twiggy arms crossed over his chest. His bare skin seemed to burn.

"Ew. They really are furless, aren't they. Like a plucked bird. Blimey." Geoffrey's critical gaze raked him up and down.

Snively avoided their eyes, staring over at the portrait of Stink Senior. I hate your son, he thought.

"What is that thing?" Geoffrey pointed towards Snively's last covering, his underwear. His last pair. Due to daily washing, they'd seen better days.

"Underwear..." the small man stammered. "Pants. Briefs. Knickers?"

"Don't get the point, mate."

Snively knew his cheeks were burning red at this point. "It's...it's just an Overlander thing. We...we don't have fur...to...to protect us." Like Bunnie, they didn't understand. After all, male Mobian bits were contained in an internal pouch until they were ready to use them.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Take it off."

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because...because it's...private. Why do you want to see?!"

"Heh. Because we love seeing you squirm, you little shit. So get on with it."

"No...absolutely not!" Snively's entire body quivered. He pressed back against the wall.

"Rip up his stuff," Geoffrey ordered. Tory yanked at the tanktop anew; Midge snatched up his discarded trousers.

Snively quivered, his eyes darting towards the door, his fists clenched helplessly. And then he wilted. He, quite familiar with humiliation. Gagging helplessly as Uncle choked him out. Blubbering shamelessly on his knees while the red eyes glared down. Pissing himself from cruel blows to the gut, hearing Uncle's mockery as he was made to 'clean up his mess.' Oh yes, Robotnik did enjoy a good session of the shame game.

He imagined having to walk nude through the village, desperately clutching hands over his genitalia while Sonic doubled over in laughter and Sally's lip curled in disgust. Bunnie's giggles would be the worst. Him laid out bare before her amused eyes. He wanted to scream at the thought of it.

Best to choose the lesser embarrassment then. "D-d-don't!" He whimpered, hooking his hands into his waistband. "I'm doing it, all right, just please...stop."

He pulled his briefs down to his knees and clenched his eyes shut. A barrel of laughs poured over him. Cries of disgust and mock gagging sounds.

"Yuck! Everything just hangs out everywhere?"

"No wonder Overlanders are so angry all the time. They have tiny worms in their pants!"

"Sorry Sniv, you ain't gonna impress Bunnie with that limp little maggot. Ha ha!"

Snively grit his teeth. Thinking over and over: this is nothing compared to Julian.

"Hey, that means this is what Robotnik's dink looks like too."

"Gross!"

"Sniv is real familiar with Robotnik's weird dink. Gotta keep the boss happy, right?"

This is nothing compared to Julian. His fists were white-knuckled at his sides but he kept his mouth shut. He wouldn't whimper. He wouldn't fucking cry.

The taunts continued until Geoffrey finally spat derisively. "I don't know about you, mates, but I'm gettin' sick looking at this nasty little beast."

"Yeah. I wanna play cards."

"You can put your clothes back on, you little freak."

Snively quickly pulled up his briefs, opening his eyes just in time to catch his clothes as Midge and Tory tossed them at him. He was shivering and glad to get his pants and shirt situated. The vest hung sadly askew. As soon as his boots were buckled, Geoffrey grabbed his arm.

"Think you had enough fun. It's about your bedtime."

Snively let a sigh of relief as Geoffrey dragged him towards the door. Being thrown out wasn't a heart-breaking prospect. The skunk, however, turned towards another door; the small closet right by the entry. Yanking it open, he shoved Snively in. There was the distinct turning of a lock as Snively stumbled over things in the darkness and fell to the floor.

Something hard gouged his thigh. He cursed and yanked the offending item out.

From the feel, he deduced one of Geoffrey's boots. Pink, he imagined. Hanging clothes brushed his head...he imagined they were all some shade of distilled red.

“Idiot...” He tried the handle. Yes, locked. Sullenly he kicked the door a few times, and then sank back to the floor. At least this was a reprieve from being tormented.

A line of dim light filtered from under the door, and his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. It was a small space. He wouldn't be able to stretch out his full meager length, but he could stand without his head bumping the ceiling. Various footwear, mostly boots, stood in orderly rows. Bandoliers, shirts, and several long coats swung above.

He smirked slightly at the organization. Who was more anal, Geoffrey or Antoine?

Me, probably.

His eyes fell on a quiver of crossbow bolts. He drew one out, flipping it between his hands. For a while he sat, clutching the bolt and waiting for the door to open. From the sounds outside, they were too involved in their cards to bother with him. With a sigh, he leaned his head on the wall and closed his eyes.

He groggily opened his eyes some time later. His neck was stiff and he groaned as he lurched up to his knees. He had to piss. He wiggled the door handle, pressed his ear to the door. There was no inane chatter outside, and the light had dimmed considerably.

He growled. There was no way to know what time it was, or how long he'd been in here, but he imagined he had many long hours ahead of him. Well, fuck.

He passed a half hour in a spitefully destructive manner; yanking all Geoffrey's clothes onto the floor, kicking the orderly rows of shoes around, and snapping several of the crossbow bolts in half. With one of the bolts, he carved 'Geoffrey stinks' into the door; that immaturity done with...he grew bored and...

still had to pee. With a smirk, he eyed several hats (mostly magenta berets) on the closet's high shelf. He snatched one and after staring at the door to ensure it wasn't opening... unzipped his pants. Not usually so crass, he still got a sadistic kick out of making Geoffrey's beret all nice and soggy.

Like that, Geoffrey? The tiny worm bites back.

“Not that he'll be able to smell anything amiss... with his disgusting body odor to contend with....” He muttered and gingerly placed the soaked hat back onto the shelf. He grimaced and wiped his damp hand off on a random shirt.

With a sigh, he returned to the floor and curled up, using a wad of clothes as a pillow. The hours crept by through bursts of fitful dozing. He was shaken from sleep by the sound of footsteps.

Snively squinted, blinded as the closet door swung open.

"Good mornin'. Sleep alright, mate?"

"As snug as a bedbug."

"Fantastic," the skunk said.

Snively sneered. The lughead wasn't aware that bedbugs were nocturnal.

"And you wake up looking as ugly as one, too."

"Pfft. Just get out of my way, before I piss on your feet." Snively grumbled and shoved past him. I ought to defecate on his porch before I leave.

"No need to tell Bunnie where you stayed the night, right, mate?" Geoffrey followed him to the door. "Or any of our other fun?"

"If you're implying I'll tattle on you, that's a negative. Now sod off." Out of the wretched hut, he picked up the pace. He wanted to be well away before Geoffrey noticed the state of his closet.

"You keep talking to me like that, and I'll put you right back in there."

Snively kept walking.

Good. Then I can piss in every one of your hats.

#Junkysnivfic #Snively #I'm so mean to him 😆#This is a long one #Poopie artwork lol

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