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dovahkiin796 · 1 year

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That Time When Knuckles Was Basically God: Part 2.

OK. This is where I get serious. Still riff here and there.

We start off this issue right where the last one left off. Locke telling Sonic and Julie-Su that they must kill Knuckles. Understandably Julie-Su is not ok with this because Knuckles is her boyfriend and the two have been through so much together since their first meeting in his solo series. Though as you see in the panel Locke is super stubborn in his view that his son Knuckles is no longer Knuckles and is only Enerjak now.

Locke repeats the information of The Brotherhood making the weapon that is capable of killing Enerjak if he ever returned to the world. He then tells Julie-Su she has seen what Enerjak is able to do with all the power he wields at his fingers and how something like him shouldn’t be allowed to exist. However, Julie-Su doesn’t care and tells the older man that Knuckles isn’t in control of his actions, and they should be helping him not killing him. While saying of all this Sonic is on the background grinning to himself. Clearly thinking about something.

Locke tries to explain the weapon is most the humane way to deal with Enerjak but Julie-Su cuts him and says it is not and tries to get Sonic to back her up in the argument. However, to the female echidna’s shock Sonic actually wants to see the weapon for himself. With a victorious smirk on his face Locke pulls out his Warp Ring and says he’ll bring them as close to the ruins where the weapon is stored as possible. Angerly Julie-Su points at Sonic saying she won’t let him go through with this idea, but he winks at her saying she will. When stepping through the Warp Ring the trio are intercepted by none other than.

The Destructix!!!

With Scourge the Hedgehog standing front and center of the group for some reason when he’s not the leader of the team yet. Regardless of that Sonic, Julie-Su, and Locke are really outnumbered.

We cut back to Dr. Eggman gloating over his totally not predictable double-crossing Sonic in helping him deal with Enerjak. He watches from a monitor as his few remaining Egg Grapes drain Enerjak of his energy. Claiming the Chaos Energy he has already sapped will be more than enough to help him with his next big project.

Snively comes into the room saying while he hates to interrupt his uncle’s mid-victorious rant. He tells the Dr that he found a stowaway from New Mobotropolis and that stowaway is none other than Dimitri. Who is now just a robot head in a glass ball. Eggman has no idea what he’s looking at and Dimitri reminds Eggman they have met before, but he looked different back then and he has come to Eggman to offer his help.

Eggman is assumed by this with Dimitri telling Dr. Eggman, he tried to warn the Freedom Fighters about the threat of Enerjak but were too slow to act. So, when seeing Eggman’s Egg Fleet swoop in and teleported Enerjak away with ease. He decided to join the Eggman Empire as Eggman is a man who usually doesn’t wait around to get things done. He mostly acts.

The floating head offers his help in de-powering Enerjak before he comes to after his sudden teleportation. But Eggman confidently tells Dimitri he has everything under control. (He actually does not.)

Enerjak wakes up and starts building up energy to escape the Egg Grapes. Something Snively takes notice of and alerts Eggman to it. Who only gets angry at his underling for doubting his invention. Then Enerjak releases all the energy he has accumulated. Pretty much nuking Robotropolis!!! (Christ. Eggman’s city he always getting destroyed. X3)

Back to Sonic and his friends who are fighting against The Destructix. With Locke ducking under a swing by SGT. Simian which ends up hitting Drago instead. X3

Drago deserves a lot of physical punishment. He’s a true scumbag.

Julie-Su and Fiona are trading blows with each other while in the background Sonic and Scrouge are duking it out in a high-speed chance. Sonic mockingly calls Scrouge sad for teaming up with The Destructix as the team is just a complete joke. Scrouge on the other hand actually sees the perks of being on a team especially more so when the joke is on Sonic who is then ambushed by Flying Frog and Lightening Lynx.

Eventually the overwhelming numbers are too much for the trio as the fight ends with Sonic quite literally eating dirt. Suddenly just then a wall of fire appears between the two groups. Separating them from each other. It’s revealed the fire was Archimedes’ doing and urges them to get inside the ruins quickly. Sonic is reminded the fire ant was an old mentor of Locke’s and Julie-Su firmly reminds the old echidna he’s also Knuckles’.

Archimedes teleports onto Locke’s hand with the echidna greeting his old friend and asking him if the weapon is safe. He says it is, but they won’t be using it. Explaining how Knuckles’ transformation is their fault as well. Since Locke cooked Knuckles’ egg with Chaos Energy that gave him his powers to begin with. And after he was born, the two then put the weight of the world on his shoulders as its savior. So, they both are just as responsible for the new Enerjak as Dr. Finitevus is.

Locke looks away in annoyance. While all that was happening, Sonic went and got the weapon.

However, in that moment The Destructix come in and Sleuth Dog tells Sonic they were paid to keep him from using the weapon. Mockingly Sonic says if that’s the case and then proceeds to smash the weapon into pieces, much to the befuddlement of Sleuth. Who orders his team to fall back. Scrouge is mad because it was his idea to destroy the weapon in the first place. Also, he very likely wanted to be the one who smashed it. Gotta love Scourge.

Locke is super pissed at Sonic for doing that as it was their only shot at killing Enerjak.

Sonic reveals he was never on board of Locke’s plan to kill Knuckles and had come up with his own plan to deal with the situation. Julie-Su tries to ask him what plan, but Sonic says he has no time to explain and dashes out of the ruins at high speeds. He also makes sure to trip over Drago Wolf. LOL!

We cut back to Enerjak just laying waste to Eggman’s city and robot forces! Snively reports to Eggman that they lost about 90% of their ground forces and most of the outlying city. He then declares they lost. (Not sure if he means the war for control of the planet or the current battle.)

Though Eggman doesn’t admit defeat yet as they still have the massive Egg Fleet at their disposal.

All the air ships fire their missiles at Enerjak. Who simply holds out his hand, stops all the missiles mid-air, and redirects them back at the Egg Fleet! Destroying every single air ship in the process. Snively watches in terror while Eggman is almost at a loss for words. Only able to say yes at Dimitri’s idea to head for Eggman’s bunker. (Man, I love Eggman’s expression in the panel below.)

But by going Rambo on an entire city and army has drained Enerjak of his energy combined with the energy he had already lost to the Egg Grapes. So, he teleports back to the Master Emerald Shrine to recharge. Dr. Finitevus is surprised by his return and asks what happened to him. Enerjak simply answered his power is depleted and needs more so he can continue his work. Finitevus starts saying the chant from SA1.

Though before he can give Enerjak more energy Sonic comes in and spin dashes into the mad doctor right in the gut and then lands right on top of the Master Emerald. Finitevus furiously asks Sonic what he is trying do. Sonic says the same thing Scourge try to do not too long ago. Sonic assures Knuckles he’ll undo the Hex Finitevus had put on him the same way he purified Perfect Chaos. All around Sonic is green and black energy. Enerjak tries to stop this, but the pale echidna stops him by saying this might be what he needs for his plan to work.

Sonic is able to go Super Sonic and the method he used on Perfect Chaos is simply beating the evil out of Knuckles to turn him back to normal.

#sonic archie comics #sonic the hedgehog #knuckles the echidna #locke #julie-su #super sonic #The Destructix #Scrouge the hedgehog #Fiona Fox #my thoughts

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vendettaspathfanfic · 5 months

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Chapter Two

(Chapter Index)

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A few hours into the night, he awoke to nature’s call. After taking care of business, he carefully began tiptoeing back to bed, The only source of light were the streetlamps outside, their feeble glow seeping through the grimy windows. The faint light painted hazy shadows on the floor, just enough for him to avoid stepping on his jacket and sunglasses.

Wait… he left them right here didn’t he? He did, but they’re gone. Who could have moved them!?

Scourge gently shook Fiona awake, whispering her name.

"What is it?" Fiona's response came out as a groggy slur, her eyes remained closed, her expression a grimace of sleep-interrupted irritation.

“My stuff’s gone. Did you move it?” His voice was a low whisper, his eyes darting around the dim room, straining in the faint light to find any hint of a perpetrator or his missing belongings.

“No, I didn’t move your fuckin’ stuff, Scourge,” she retorted, her voice heavy with sleep, “we’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

“Your bag’s gone too,” he added, his gaze falling on the empty spot where she had left her bag. Realization dawned on him, and he couldn't keep the growl of anger from escaping his lips, "Someone's stolen our stuff!"

At his words, Fiona's eyes snapped open, and she sat up abruptly, her sleepiness replaced by a surge of anger.

"Are you fucking serious!?" Fiona's voice was a low growl, her eyes blazing with fury in the dim light.

“We should’ve secured it. Fuck!” He berated himself for the oversight, but before he could say anything more, he heard the all too familiar rapid flutter of abnormally fast footsteps coming from the same floor as them.

He knew very few people who ran at that sort of speed, and he wouldn’t be happy to see any of them. After all, those people were directly responsible for his imprisonment!

“I think it’s a Sonic.” Scourge muttered as he clenched his fists, burning rage racing through his veins.

“C’mon!” Fiona exclaimed, her voice laced with urgency as she swiftly rose to her feet and darted out of the room. In the darkness, she fumbled and stumbled, her senses heightened as they searched for their adversary.

Scourge's ears pricked up at the sound of a faint scrape, drawing his attention to a stray coffee table. There, beneath it, lay a small mound, its details shrouded in the deep shadows of the room.

Signaling for Fiona to remain silent, Scourge advanced towards the table with deliberate, cautious steps. In a fraction of a second, he lunged forward, his movements a blur as he snatched whatever lay beneath, preparing himself to strike with all his might.

But as his fist paused mid-air, he realized that his target was not Sonic, but a tiny child. They were screeching and thrashing around as he held them up by the ankle.

"Is that...a kid!?" Fiona blurted out, her voice a mix of astonishment and confusion as she strained to make out the details of the child, only catching fleeting glimpses of blue fur in the dim light.

“DONT BITCHING TOUCH ME YOU FUCKBALLS!!!” The child screeched, their voice shrill and piercing, their attempts at profanity poorly executed, a testament to their young age.

"You think you can steal from us, you little shit!?" Scourge's voice rumbled with anger, his grip firm as he held the child at arm's length, their tiny, biting teeth snapping at him in futile defiance.

"FUCK YOU, YOU COCKSUCKERFUCKER!!!" The child's high-pitched scream echoed through the air, their anger matching Scourge's intensity.

Fiona interjected, her voice steady despite the chaos surrounding them. "Look what we found," she announced, triumphantly displaying their stolen items in her grasp, a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes.

"GIVE IT BACK, YOU CUNTS!!!" The child's shrill shriek reverberated, their desperation intertwining with their profanity-laden outburst.

Scourge couldn't help but scoff at the child's attempts to curse, a mix of annoyance and amusement flickering across his face. "Well, at least you got one swear kinda right," he remarked, rolling his eyes at their behavior. "Lucky for you, I'm exhausted as all hell, so l'm gonna give you a chance to get the hell outta here scot-free."

Still maintaining a firm grip on the screeching, flailing child's ankle, Scourge carried them outside into the night. In the glow of the streetlight, Scourge's eyes narrowed as he took in the child's appearance. They were a little blue hedgehog with matted hair, a missing front tooth, an oversized dirty t-shirt, and ripped up sweatpants.

Wait.

The odds were incredibly slim, but the similarities were too striking to ignore. He leaned in closer, his gaze fixated on the child's face. And there it was, confirming his suspicions: two distinct birthmarks, resembling tiny dots, nestled just beneath the little hedgehog's chin.

A surge of emotions flooded within Scourge, leaving him momentarily frozen in disbelief. His mind raced, desperately trying to process the implications. One thing was clear…

His sister never left the orphanage.

The sound of Lightning’s voice calling out to him jolted Scourge back to reality. Turning his head, he saw his companions--Fiona, Simon, Predator, and Lightning--standing at the front door, their gazes fixed on him and the child. Lightning’s question, “what are you standing around for!?” hung in the air, urging him to explain the situation.

“It’s her…” Scourge managed to utter, his heart raced so much that it felt like it had climbed into his throat.

Fiona, sensing Scourge's hesitation and sensing the gravity of the moment, stepped forward, her eyes filled with concern. She approached Scourge, her voice laced with curiosity and worry. "What is it?”

Scourge swallowed hard, his throat dry and constricted. "It's her," he finally responded, his voice barely above a whisper.

Fiona's heart plummeted, her eyes widening in shock as she glanced down at the furious yet tiny blue blur in Scourge's grasp.

"Shit! Put her down!" Fiona demanded, her voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and urgency as she tried to regain her composure.

As soon as Scourge released the child, she staggered, her disorientation evident from being held upside down for so long. She attempted to run, but her movements were unsteady and clumsy, this only caused to trip and fall back onto the ground after a quick zoom to the end of the block.

Reacting swiftly, Fiona rushed to the child's side, scooping her up. She quickly assessed the girl for injuries, discovering a large infected cut crossing her mouth vertically on the right, accompanied by various cuts and bruises. Surprisingly, despite the sweltering summer heat, the child shivered in Fiona's arms. Concerned, Fiona touched the girl's forehead, realizing that she was burning up with fever.

"You’re all sorts of messed up," She remarked, her voice filled with a mixture of solemnity and determination. She knew that the child wouldn't last much longer if left alone in her current condition. Besides, she wasn’t going to let Scourge’s sister die.

Despite Fiona currently being harmless, the little girl's panic escalated, causing her to thrash and flail uncontrollably. Her tiny hands clawed at the older fox’s arms, leaving behind trails of scratches and welts.

“Fuck! Little help!?” Fiona winced, her voice strained with pain and urgency. She gritted her teeth, struggling to maintain her grip on the child as her arms were mercilessly assaulted by the girl's desperate attempts to break free.

“I got her!” Scourge exclaimed as he dashed over. He snatched the child from Fiona’s arms, his heart pounding with frenzy. But before he could react, the girl's teeth sank into his arm, clamping down with a fierce determination.

Scourge bellowed out, “What the fuck is wrong with you!?” The raw edge of pain was evident in his voice as he grimaced, his teeth clenching together and his muscles contracting in response to the agony. He watched in a state of horror as his blood welled up around the child's teeth, coating them in a shiny crimson layer. After a brief but intense struggle, he managed to pry her jaws apart with his thumb and index finger, forcing her to release her bite. The child promptly dropped to the ground and attempted to make her escape once again.

Despite her swift movement, Scourge was faster. He lunged forward, catching her by the ankle and hoisting her into the air again.

"Okay, now I've got her," he grunted, wincing as blood trickled down his arm. The little girl continued to squirm in his grasp, her limbs blurring with her frantic efforts to escape.

"Hold her steady by both ankles and watch your legs!" Fiona barked out, her voice sharp and authoritative. She was busy untying her yellow hair ribbon, her fingers moving with practiced ease. "Simon, hurry up and grab her hands! Predator and Lightning, help hold her steady!”

In response to their superior's orders, the team sprang into action. Simon, who had thick, calloused skin on his large hands, quickly immobilized the child's hands with his fingers. At the same time, Predator and Lightning joined in, assisting Scourge and Simon in lifting the child to a horizontal position and keeping her torso steady.

Fiona, meanwhile, used her hair ribbon to bind the child's wrists together. The knot was tight enough to prevent the child from breaking loose, yet loose enough not to cause her any harm.

“LET ME GO OR I'LL RIP YOUR SHITFUCKING THROATS OUT!!!” the little girl shrieked, her voice echoing with an almost demonic fury.

"Shut up!" Predator growled back, his gaze fixed on the struggling child. He then turned to his comrades, "Why do we even care where this kid ends up?"

"Because we do, okay?" Fiona retorted, evading the question.

"We'll explain later!" added Scourge, his voice strained from the effort of holding the child.

"I SAID LET ME GO!!! LET ME GO!!!" The child's screams were punctuated by her frantic attempts to kick free.

"No!" Fiona stated emphatically, her voice devoid of any sympathy.

The girl's struggles gradually began to wane. Realizing that her attempts to break free were futile, she stopped fighting and tucked her face away, as if trying to hide the fact that she was on the verge of tears.

"We're not going to hurt you, kid," Fiona said, crossing her arms over her chest. "We just don't want you hurting us. Right now, you're screwed without us and you're likely gonna die from an infection." She cast a cursory glance at the angry, red-green wound that was swelling ominously. "Look, we can help you survive this. But you have to stop biting, scratching, and kicking. If you don't, you'll end up as rat food before you know it, understand?"

The child remained silent for a moment, the severity of the crimson fox’s words sinking in. Then, with a groan of resignation, she muttered a begrudging "fine."

Relieved, Fiona let out a sigh and a small smile played on her lips. "Smart kid," she murmured, her tension easing slightly. "Now, listen up. You're gonna have to stay still for a bit. It might sting when we clean your wounds, but that means we're fighting off the infection. You'll feel better afterwards, I promise."

The child grumbled, her voice tinged with discomfort. "Can you untie my hands?" she asked, her tone laced with a hint of annoyance.

Fiona's annoyance flared, and she glanced down at her scratched arms, a visible reminder of the child's earlier aggression. "I could, but I don't trust you enough for that," she replied curtly, her gaze shifting to the others. Together, they carefully carried the child inside.

Once indoors, they quickly searched for a suitable spot to attend to the child's injuries. They were fortunate to find another child-sized mattress, and with gentle care, they laid her down. Exhausted and worn out, the child no longer put up a fight.

Frustration etched Fiona's features as she struggled to examine the child through the veil of darkness. "Damn it,” she muttered, her voice filled with urgency. "We need a few things. First off, we need a light."

The child's voice was barely audible as she spoke up. "I have a light," she offered.

Fiona's eyebrows lifted in pleasant surprise. "Alright, where is it?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"In the kitchen," the child replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "We keep some things there."

"We?" Scourge interjected, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. He was intrigued by the mention of others and couldn't help but seek clarification.

Fiona shot him a quick glance, a hint of impatience in her eyes. "Just find it. I remember seeing that on this floor," she replied firmly, shutting down any further questions. “It should be over by the stairs.”

Upon prying open the dust-ridden windows, a stream of daylight poured into the room, illuminating the path for Scourge. His once challenging trek towards the kitchen was now eased, as he navigated through a disarrayed sea of discarded food containers and rotting toys. Amid this chaos, he stumbled upon a pleasant find - four dusty lanterns crammed within the depths of a derelict cabinet, bare of its drawers.

A wave of relief washed over Scourge as he realized they now had a somewhat decent source of light. Under his breath, he muttered a triumphant "fuck yeah," and quickly made his way back to Fiona and the child. In the meantime, Lightning, Predator, and Simon occupied themselves in hushed conversations, eyes occasionally darting towards Fiona in anticipation of her orders.

Fiona, holding one of the lanterns high, allowed its light to illuminate the child's face fully. She studied the infected wound on her lip with a keen gaze.

"Damn, kid, it looks even worse in the light… What did you do?" Fiona's face twisted into a grimace as she inspected the inflamed wound.

"The slide broke when I went up the steps.” The child's response was soft, her eyes narrowing uncomfortably in the stark brightness of the lantern.

"The slide?" Fiona's eyebrows knitted together in concern, her mind replaying the sight of the remains of the corroded metal slide she had seen earlier. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as the child bobbed her head in affirmation.

"I'll get the first-aid kit." Predator volunteered.

"Good. Scourge, Lightning, go out and find as much clean water as you can, and find some antibiotics." Fiona directed, before turning towards Simon. "I'm gonna need you to hold the lantern while I try to take care of this mess.”

Simon promptly complied with his co-leader's request, while Lightning, confused, asked, "now can we talk about why we're playing doctor with this little gremlin instead of getting some fuckin' rest?"

"Nope. C'mon." Scourge's response was a gruff grunt, as he beckoned Lightning to follow him out of the building.

"Whatever" Lightning scoffed bitterly, "where the hell are we gonna get antibiotics? We don't got a prescription."

"Not how it works here, man. All you need is to pay for it." Scourge retorted, his face contorting in pain as the bite wound throbbed. "Hopefully that kid didn't give me whatever the hell she's got."

Lightning glanced at Scourge, raising an eyebrow, "this gonna get in the way of our plans?"

"No." Scourge's response was swift and decisive, "Fiona will heal her, then that'll be it."

"Again, don't get it. She's just some kid!"

“No, Lightning, she’s not. She’s…” he trailed off as he rubbed his forehead in frustration.

"She's what?" Lightning demanded, growing increasingly irritated with the scant information he had regarding this situation.

Realizing the futility of withholding this information any longer, especially when they were en route to the shopping district, Scourge averted his gaze. With a resigned sigh, he confessed, "she's my sister."

Taken aback, Lightning’s head reeled in surprise, “you got a sister?”

Eyes straight ahead, Scourge slowly nodded in affirmation. The unexpected revelation hung in the air between them silently until they got to the nearby shopping district.

“I’ll get the meds, you get the water.” Scourge declared, his voice as flat and emotionless as a slate. As soon as Lightning began his search through the streets in search of a place selling clean water, Scourge navigated his way through the neon-lit streets to a small, dimly lit pharmacy tucked away in a pop-up shop. Interrupting the pharmacist who was openly 'sampling’ their own merchandise behind the counter, Scourge relayed the symptoms that his sister was experiencing. He was soon offered a bottle of potent antibiotics, complete with instructions to administer a single pill both in the morning and evening.

“Ok, how much?” Scourge asked.

"300 moebiums," the pharmacist retorted, extending a hand in anticipation of payment.

“300? Bullshit!” Scourge growled, his temper flaring as he gripped the counter with both hands.

“Want the kid to die?” The pharmacist retorted smugly, a mistake that would cost him dearly. Scourge was over the counter in an instant, grabbing the pharmacist by the arm and pinning him against the counter, his head pressed hard against the cold surface.

“Do you want to die!?” Scourge hissed through clenched teeth, his grip on the man's head unyielding, his other hand twisting the pharmacist's arm in a clear threat of harm.

“No! Screw it man, just take it!” The pharmacist whimpered, his once confident demeanor crumbling in the face of Scourge's wrath.

"Smart. I'II grab a few extra just in case me and my girl catch whatever this kid's got," Scourge retorted, his tone triumphant. He snatched the antibiotics, vaulted back over the counter, and bolted from the store, a green blur streaking back towards the orphanage.

Fiona, using the procured water along with some peroxide, was able to gently cleanse the wound. As anticipated, the child began to writhe and squirm in response to the stinging treatment, requiring Scourge to hold her down. As the night wore on, Predator and Lightning, realizing they were of no further use, retreated to their own sleeping quarters, the child's cries reverberating through the structure as they attempted to catch some sleep.

Several hours later, after stitching and bandaging the treated wounds, Fiona administered a dose of acetaminophen to the child. The relief was immediate and palpable, the swelling having considerably reduced, and the child quickly succumbed to sleep, her tiny body relaxing as the pain subsided.

Scourge, having taken over lantern-holding duties from Simon after a series of negotiated rotations, sat down with the light next to him, allowing Fiona to tend to his own bite wound.

"She'll pull through," Fiona murmured, exhaustion tinging her voice as she cleaned his wound.

"Thanks..." Scourge grunted, his voice strained as the peroxide worked its magic, the stinging sensation making his arm throb.

"Sorry," Fiona said, her voice laced with sympathy.

"It's fine," Scourge responded, biting his lower lip to distract himself from the pain.

Fortunately, Scourge's injuries were far less severe than his sister's, and thus the treatment process was considerably quicker. His wounds were minor scratches in contrast to the dire state his sister found herself in. Upon completion of his own care, Scourge reciprocated Fiona's gesture, meticulously cleaning and dressing her wounds with the same attentiveness she had shown him.

“Hey, you did good, Fi.” Scourge complimented her in a gentle tone, admiration for her resilience and dedication evident in his eyes. She had done an exceptional job under challenging circumstances, with barely enough energy to keep herself standing.

“You owe me coffee.” Fiona responded, a soft, muffled chuckle escaping through her nose.

“Deal.” Scourge agreed with a warm smile, swiftly concluding his treatment of Fiona's injuries.

By this point, dawn's light was beginning to filter through the windows, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. Both Scourge and Fiona were utterly exhausted, their energy reserves entirely depleted. They were so drained that they didn't even attempt to make their way back to their makeshift beds. Instead, they simply let sleep claim them where they sat, leaning against the cold, hard wall, their bodies pressed closely together for comfort.

A few hours later, the abrupt noise of heavy, familiar hops approaching roused them from their slumber.

Blinking their eyes open, they found a somewhat perplexed Flying standing in front of them, a goose egg on his head, and a look of confusion on his face as he took in the sight of his superiors asleep with an unfamiliar child nearby.

Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, he asked, “say, what did I miss?”

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