The Movie Star Speech
Tails sighed.
He folded his elbows over his desk. With another heavy exhalation, he rested his chin on his wrists while his namesakes swished in mild aggitation.
It was supposed to be so simple.
Another day, another raid on one of Eggman's bases. Jewel had sent him, Sonic, and Amy on a mission to scope it out and see if there were any supplies they could grab from there.
And while they had managed to grab some useful stuff, they ended up accidentally tripping some of the bases old security protocols.
Thankfully, with his trusty Miles Electric on hand, he could shut down those protocols with ease.
Keyword: could.
But no. Instead a stray blast from one of his defenses hit the device before he could finish hacking the system.
It took some time, but eventually, he, Sonic, and Amy were able to successfully escape.
But Tails still didn't feel better, especially while carrying the remains of his device back.
To make things worse, when they filed the report upon getting back to Restoration, he could practically feel the eyes on him.
While most people at Restoration were generally fond of him, some even idolizing him, he still had his handful of doubters.
"What is he even doing here?" He could hear some of them saying "He's just a kid, he doesn't belong here."
"What does Sonic see in that kid, anyway? It's not like he does anything that important."
"I heard Sonic only took him in because of his skills. It's not like their actually friends."
No matter how many times he heard it, well-meaning or not, their words always cut worse than any badnik.
These feelings continued to persist even after they got home.
Of course, whenever he was feeling down, Tails always fell back on his hobbies to distract himself. And since the Miles Electric needed repairing, this would be the perfect oportunity.
However, no matter how hard he worked, the thoughts still lingered in the back of his mind.
His head began to hurt as he desperately blinked away the tears building in his eyes.
He was eight years old with a 300 IQ; he shouldn't be crying like a little baby!
Suddenly, the door to his workshop creaked open, startling him out of his thoughts. He spun around, picking up a stray wrench on his desk and instinctively throwing it at this supposed intruder.
Instead, he was greeted with the sight of his big brother standing in the doorway, catching the wrench with ease.
"Woah, bud!" Sonic exclaimed a light chuckle in his voice. "Could've given me a concussion with this!"
Tails' shoulders relaxed. "Sorry." He mumbled. "Didn't know it was you."
"Hey, no harm, no foul." Sonic shrugged.
The teen casually strolled over to Tails' desk, placing the wrench down gently.
Tails hung his head, rubbing his eye tiredly. It was dark outside the windows of the workshop, the sun having set over the horizon a couple hours ago. And it was beginning to affect him.
"You doing okay, bud?"
Tails looked up at his brother, his heart clenching at the concern in his voice.
"I-I'm fine."
Sonic tilted his head before donning a soft smile. He knelt down in front of the kit, placing his hand behind the cub's ear and gently scratching.
"Is this about what happened today?" He asked.
Tails wilted, refusing to meet his brother's eyes, picking at one of his namesakes curled in his lap.
That all but confirmed it for Sonic.
"Hey, bud. It's not that big a deal..." Sonic started.
"It is a big deal!" Tails suddenly snapped, cutting his brother off.
Sonic recoiled a bit at the boy's outburst.
"I couldn't stop Eggman's security protocols fast enough because I was an idiot and didn't see that stray shot coming for me!" A few angry tears leaked down his cheeks.
"Bud, that wasn't your fault. None of us saw that coming." Sonic smiled comfortingly.
"You would have." Tails murmured quietly, looking back down at the ground. "I'm supposed to be smarter than this. But every time we're put in a life-threatening situation, I never pull through."
"Hey," Sonic voiced sternly. "You know that's not true, right?"
Tails, a bit startled, remained silent.
Sonic sighed tiredly. "Hey," He gently took Tails' hands into his own, giving them a light squeeze. "Do you need the Movie Star Speech?"
Tails glanced up his brother before he hesitantly nodded.
"Okay." Sonic smiled. "Tails, you are the star of this movie."
Tails glanced down at his idol's hands, grasping them tightly in his own.
"And this is the part of the movie where you get your heart broken. Where the world tests you, and people treat you like shit."
Tails flinched a bit, some of those peoples' words from earlier that day coming back.
"But it has to happen this way. Otherwise, the end of the movie, where you get everything you want, won't feel as rewarding. There are assholes out there. But in the end, they don't matter."
Tails found himself gazing up into his brother's emerald eyes, a soft smile adorned on the blue hedgehog's face.
"Because this movie's not about them. It's never been about them." Sonic's voice was warm, like a soft blanket draping over him.
"All this time... the movie's been about you."
Tails felt the edge of his lips quirking up into a smile. His eyes began to feel watery again. "Thanks, Sonic."
Sonic smiled back. "No problem, little bro." He gently ruffled the fox's bangs.
Tails giggled happily at his brother's touch before he yawned sleepily.
Still smiling, Sonic wrapping his arms around Tails' waist and lifted him up onto his hip.
"C'mon, bud. Time for bed."
Tails snuggled into his brother's soft fur, bunting his head under his chin and nuzzling him lovingly.
Sonic couldn't smile any wider than he already was as he carried his baby brother out of the workshop and up the stairs towards his room.
Gently laying him down on the mattress, Sonic carefully removed Tails shoes before draping the covers over him.
"Goodnight, Tails." He whispered. He then leaned in and softly kissed the fox cub on the forehead. "Love you."
"Love you too... big bro..." Tails murmured in his sleep.
Sonic chuckled as he stood up and walked over to the door, taking one last glance over his should at his sleeping kid before leaving the room.
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luocha's voice is so calming...
imagine fucking him sensually, slowly, lovingly. and his moans are even prettier🥰🥰🫶🏻🫶🏻 filling my heart w serenity and love
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he’d look so pretty in white lingerie <3333 and his long hair ngngmgnfngnfjrbf gGGrRRRAAA i wanna comb his hair and kiss his shoulders, watch how easily his skin flushes because of how fair he is. his shaky breaths as you explore his body, slowly undoing the ties and ribbons of the white lace piece, unravelling before your eyes.
but you don’t take off everything, because the white lingerie just looks so gorgeous on him. no, instead it hangs rather messily on him; one strap falling off his shoulder, the panties pushed lazily to one side, the ribbon that was tied over his chest undone as it is now exposed to your hungry touches.
he shouldn’t be here actually, he’s a travelling merchant. but something about you draws him in, somehow he always finds himself coming back to you. maybe it’s the way you kiss his body, or the way you hold him so firmly and yet still gentle, how you always seem to know where to touch him that has him trembling.
“did you find this piece while on your travels?” you toyed with the silky garment, brushing your fingers over the translucent fabric on his hips. “it looks gorgeous on you.”
luocha sucks in a shaky breath, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “i… thought you’d appreciate it,” his voice was soft, eyes following your hands. you were going excruciatingly slow today, perhaps you were appreciating the lingerie a little too much.
the little white panties barely covered anything, already soaked with precum as evidence of how long you’ve been at it. it didn’t take much to push the string that made up the back half of the panties to the side, your fingers massaging the puckered skin of his hole. luocha bit down on his bottom lip, anticipating the feeling of your fingers pushing in and filling him up; oh how he’s missed the feeling.
you watched as the rise and fall of his chest quickens with the anticipation, his hips twitching and pushing against your hand.
“plea—please…” he whispers, and you oblige him. pushing a lubed finger in first, before pulling out and pushing in two. you listen to his quiet whine, his abdomen quivering as he tries to relax and accommodate the stretch. curling your fingers, you search for a spot along his spongy walls, stroking the way you know he likes it.
luocha grips at the sheets, the muscles in his belly flexing when your fingers brush over a particularly sensitive spot and he finds he cannot control the way his legs twitch, nor the high pitched whimpers that escape his mouth.
it didn’t help that your other hand has found it’s way to his cock, gently palming it through the fabric of the panties and his hips bucks pathetically, unsure if it wants to thrust into your palm or push down on your fingers. you smile at his predicament, kissing down his inner thighs and biting a dark mark into his milky skin. it pleased you greatly to see the blonde man in such a state, normally so put together and elegant now with his hair a mess and sticking to his sweaty skin that was flushed a crimson red.
it didn’t take long for luocha to release into the panties, soiling it further as he gasps for breath, body tensing and trembling helplessly beneath your touch. he stares at the ceiling, your warm touch already leaving his body and leaving him cold in the bed. as a travelling merchant he should be glad that you kept your business short, but he can’t help how he wishes you would stay just a while longer.
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❝ 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 . . . 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 . . . [ dr. sawyer ]
[ spoilers for ch. 3 ! ]
DogDay's voice actor is shared with that of Dr. Sawyer, the doctor responsible for the Bigger Bodies Project. And while I was shocked to find out that they were the same and not shared with Rich from another tape in Chapter 3, I must say I do enjoy the idea of it if not only for the angst !
DogDay notes how their voices sound similar if he hears the VHS, but only to himself and it feels like a slug to the gut. He struggles a lot with the questions he has for himself after that -- if this is what he always was, or if he was that man -- that monster -- who did all of these terrible, cruel things to people. Only to be fed to the very machine he made.
Needless to say, it messes with his head a bit. DogDay has no memory or remaining pieces of Dr. Sawyers life if he was him . . . but does that mean anything when no one else can seem to remember either? And if he was him, does that mean he deserved all he suffered? Perhaps he was never even good at all, just a broken toy masquerading as a good dog.
The internal conflict is a bit inspired by Nick Valentine, and that goodness he wants to do is something he calls his. No matter who's mind and matter is in his stitched up body, that good he did is something that cannot be taken away from him and he finds solace in that.
In the end, as it stands at least, there's true explanation. No outright confirmation of it, and therefore all he can do is wonder. Wonder if these thoughts are his or not. Strung between the extremes of a mad scientists brain and a company that doesn't care, he grapples with what it means to be anything at all.
But if he had to choose, he would like to be kind.
Dr. Sawyer always remains as a shadow in his mind though -- not as a real entity or even a spirit, but as someone -- something --- he's haunted by. A collection of best guess ideas of who he may have been. Something he can't quite escape and can't quite put to rest, always wondering if some cruelty he did unintentionally is some subconscious version of him unrelenting and persisting after the transformation.
He will never know what Doctor Sawyer looks like, but flickering images of what he could have looked like stay stuck in his mind. So too does that voice, the voice that never fit the cardboard cutouts and promo material, the voice he speaks with.
The voice that played on that VHS tape.
Personally, I'd like to leave it more as a what-if possibility on this blog as I feel its more impactful if he can never know. Having to make peace with not knowing and carrying on anyways, growing beyond the shadow of that past -- of who and what he endured before.
With choosing everyday to wake up and define himself, to define what it means to be DogDay through his actions. Regardless of the rest of it.
Because sometimes it's not about knowing everything, sometimes it's about making your peace and letting it go and moving beyond it -- growing beyond it.
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