Outline · [ Standard ] · Linear+ What's The Story, Morning Glory?, Tails gets into wacky rape hijinx

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first off, I specialize in Sonic fanfics, because I haven’t seen that subject tackled here often. Sonic fanfiction to me is a goldmine for MSTs since most of them are horrendous, like this one.

this particular fic stars Tails, Sonic’s sidekick and mechanic, going on an angst ridden rape-tastic adventure through a homophobic Mobius.

The fic is in white. I’m in red.

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Universe Backstabber 2: What's The Story, Morning Glory?

that’s what I say to my penis every morning.

By Harley Quinn hyenaholic

a deranged sociopath who is probably the wrong person to mess with.

Free WTF for every reader!

that’s a relief.

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Me: WARNING!!! WARNING!!! ANOTHER RAPE FANFIC! Just thought I should warn you. You know, in case you're expecting a happy love story for a change?

in Sonic fanfiction? pffttttttt

I don't do those. You'll already know that, if you've read my other stuff. I'm all out for the Shock Factor in this story.

i’m sure one day you could look back at this and be proud of this horrible accomplishment.

This is a continuation from my last story, "The Worst Night Of My Life", starting seven months after it ended. Do NOT expect to see a lot of Nic and Nack in it. They're in it, but it's not their fic.

Fang? Fang the sniper is in this? shit.

I never actually planned for this to be a sequel, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up.

These are the character's ages in Universe Backstabber.

Shadow: ??? (hey, you didn't think I was going to give him an age did you? That would be practically sacreligious)

because writing a story involving a 12 year old fox raping someone is no better.

Robotnik: 53
Vanilla: 47
Nack: 27

Big: 26

what? what the fuck is he going to do in this story?

Espio, Rouge, Nic: 25
Sonic, Knuckles, Vector, Charmy: 24
Tikal: 22
Tails, Amy: 18
Cream: 14

Me: NONE of the above characters belong to me. They belong to Sega and Sonic Team. And Nic belongs to Archie. I didn't write the song 'Lonely Girl' either! It was Pink!

Thankyou for paying attention. Now enjoy the story.

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Prolouge...

there’s a ‘u’ in there, must be British, or the author can’t spell for shit.

You might be interested to know that this is all starting about six months after we finally defeated Robotnik.

gasp, an author actually using the name ‘Robotnik’ instead of ‘Eggman’?

Well, not so much defeated, as killed. Well, actually it was suicide. It was inevitable, really. The poor old psycho finally decided that he was too old to keep fighting us, and gave up.

that’s impossible, as nobody in the Sonic universe can age, they’re all stuck in a loop.

You might be interested to know that Robotnik blew up all his bases, all his companies, all his casinos

NOT THE CASINOS

and all his robots. Even the ARK, which he inherited from his grandfather Gerald Robotnik. Made one hell of a mess doing it.

You might be interested to know that he destroyed Angel Island in the final battle. Nuked it off the atmosphere of the planet, in fact.

since when did Robotnik’s doomsday devices ever work for once?

The whole Team barely got off it alive.

that’s a darn shame.

Before now, he'd always tried to capture it, for the Master Emerald. I guess he wanted to cause as much damage as possible on his way out.

like the Soviets in Berlin.

You might be interested to know that he shot himself in the head.

you’d think a mad scientist with shitload of crazy gadgets would’ve killed himself in style.

His body was found later in the middle of Station Square. I guess he wanted to end his life the way he lived it. With a bang.

wait one damn minute…why would the author give an age to a dead character? Unless…wow you suck dick at foreshadowing, Harley Quinn.

Heh heh… with a bang... Funny funny...

that’s not funny.

You might be interested to know that after Robotnik killed himself, we weren't heroes any more.

are you sure? there are about 2 or 3 more villains still left, I’m sure.

Well, we were still heroes, but it was the past, pure and simple. Nobody cared about us any more.

damn kids and their Call of Duty…

Nobody needed us to save their world, see? I guess we never realised how much we relied on the world being grateful towards us for saving their butts.

You might be interested to know that was when the real problems began.

no I don’t.

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Chapter One: Blinded

by this story.

The story's already spread all over Station Square. All over the city. And being so well known, well, that only helps the story spread.

news of a good Sonic game?

All my so-called friends know it, and have been subtly avoiding me. Making excuses. All because of the story.

What's the story?

I don’t know.

What's the story, morning glory?

why the fuck are you asking me for? You’re the narrator here.

I laugh, and some of my drink goes down the wrong way. I choke on it for a few seconds.

that’s because you’re a light weight.

It's the exact same story that was just a rumour for so long. Now it's not.

I'm gay.

this is news?

At least, that's the story, morning glory.

Well, part of it, anyway.

oh great, there’s more, what else is there? You fucked a dog or something?

And I only found out two days ago in a different bar, when some drunken hobo staggered up to me and asked me to come home with him.

I told him I wasn't gay.

well that’s just rude, he probably wanted to know if you could fix his broken shopping cart or something.

The entire bar burst into derisive laughter. God, that was so humiliating. The fight that started because of that drunk was pretty humiliating too.

I bet he lost, because if all can Tails depend is machines, he probably couldn’t even hit a fly.

I know who spread the rumour. There's only one person with a really good reason to do it.

Knuckles? That sly bastard.

This is all Amy's fault.

Bitch.

she’s a hedgehog, heh.

I even know why she did it.

because you’re the worst AI partner ever? I still haven’t forgotten about Sonic 2.

It's the reason for all the stupid things she's been doing lately. Making herself look prettier with makeup, trying to lose weight with boxercise, writing dumbass love letters.

a girl…being a girl?!

You can always tell which ones are from her. She sprays them with Eau de Rose. Probably. All perfumes smell the same to me. And if that fails, she always writes on pink paper. With red ink. And dots the 'i's with little hearts.

and this is important because?

I don't even know why I noticed any of it. Just that I did, perhaps because it was pushed into my face. But I don't love her. I'll never love her.

so you are a faggot?

Not even if she took back all that shit she said. Which she won't. Not now.

But she might after I'm done with her.

taking her out? to dinner?

~~~

The next day is even worse, if such a thing could be possible. Everybody is avoiding me now. It's like I've got some contagious disease or something.

the doctor did say you were HIV positive.

It would be pathetic on their part even if I was gay.

The first person to visit me all day is the guy I rent my apartment from. He smells of beer and ignorance.

…dad? is that you?

"Sorry kid," he says, "You'll have to move out."

so why is Tails living in an apartment? doesn’t he have his workshop? unless he sold it for crack money.

"Why?" I ask him. I've been up to date on my rent lately for a change, and it's not like I've been causing trouble like some of the other tenants.

the loud noises you’ve been making while working on your inventions, durr.

Then it hits me, "Oh. It's because I'm gay, isn't it." It's not a question. It's a statement.

i’m pretty sure I passed English, buddy.

"It's nothing personal. But some of my male tenants are getting edgy. Saying that it's you or them. And they pay more than you do anyway. And more regularly too. And there's more of them."

what he’s trying to say is that they’re better than you in every way possible, and it’s true.

"At least give me a couple of weeks to get another place!" I protest.

"You got until the weekend. Start packing." He slams the door. I hear his footsteps receding down the corridor.

not knowing the banana peel I placed at the end of the corridor which will end in wacky hijinx!

I start packing about an hour after he leaves, throwing my stuff into cardboard boxes. Two days. Two days to find a new place to live. Well if that doesn't make my day complete.

not without someone dying it isn’t.

This is all Amy's fault.

Bitch.

this is a pattern, isn’t it?

~~~



I'm at work now. Yeah, work.

fascinating.

We all had to get jobs since we stopped being heroes. The guy who owns and runs the Kwik-E-Mart

when did we crossover to the Simpsons?

hates me anyway, mostly because he's a prejudiced bastard, and he's just waiting for an excuse to fire me.

Apu? Racist? That’s impossible.

Technically, he can't fire me for being gay, so he's been on my back all day, waiting for me to do something or say something he can use against me. I've saved the world a couple of hundred times, and all he does is complain that I'm not stacking the shelves properly. Ungrateful prick.

oh cry more, why won’t you, Superman saves the day all the time, you see him complaining when he becomes Clark Kent?

It just has to be this day of all days that a bunch of homophobic twats come into the shop. Upon seeing me, they start throwing around disgusting comments.

I hope one of them is ‘penis gobbler’.

I'm trying to stack about two hundred Diet Coke glass bottles in a pyramid while on edge. The shop owner deliberately gives me these kinds of jobs. One of them throws a stone at me.

inside the shop? this is supposedly allowed?

He's a bad shot, and he misses. But it starts the others off. The inevitable happens.

the story ends? thank god for that.

The entire pyramid crashes down with a shot from a well-aimed coke can. About a hundred bottles smash.

You guessed it. I'm fired.

you deserved it.

Oh, well, I knew this was coming sooner or later. At least I had a smashing time.

well, one thing’s for sure, that pun is funnier than any Dane Cook joke.

Heh heh... smashing time... Funny funny...

you killed the mood.

That sort of joke isn't so funny when it's applicable to you.

it isn’t funny regardless, because you are terrible at puns.

~~~

One day until the weekend. One day until I'm homeless as well as jobless.

that will be the day peace returns to Earth.

I can't find another place either, because the story's gotten so far around. I'd have to move out of Station Square, out of the country even.

I guess there are downsides to being famous after all. You're supposed to be a role model, so everybody's watching you. You do one thing wrong, and they never let you forget it.

like Mel Gibson?

This is all Amy's fault.

Bitch.

hey look, we struck our 3rd pattern.

I find myself getting angry, which is strange, because it doesn't normally happen.

that’s called emotion.

Amy did this to me. For some cheap shot at revenge. Because she can't get her man. Because she can't handle the idea that she doesn't have what it takes.

doing your job? It’s probably easy, considering nobody really dies in the Sonic games anyway. Except robots, but who cares about them?

Because if she can't have him, no girl is going to have him.

Because she's jealous, she's decided that it will be a cheap laugh to ruin my life.

she sure picked an easy target.

I look at myself in the mirror. The landlord cut off the water supply yesterday evening, and there's no way to wash, in this apartment anyway. I'm a mess.

you could always bathe in your own urine.

There's no way in hell that I'll get another job in time looking like this. It'll be less than 24 hours until I'm homeless, and I already look like a hobo.

you weren’t already? No clothes, just shoes, messy hair…

~~~

I've been walking around the market for about an hour now. Bought a long black coat, and a hat.

so it’s a Watchmen fanfic now?

You know, Matrix style.

since when did anybody in the Matrix wear a hat?

They cover me nicely. I look pretty cool in them, even if I do say so myself. I don't feel like being recognised any more, especially since some bastards beat me up and trod on my head today.

again, you deserved it.

I take off the coat and hat, and put them in a bag for later.

got to look good when you decide to rape someone.

Just then, I see Amy with her shopping buddy, Cream. And Cheese the Chao.

I hated Sonic X and I hate it when stories reference it.

Amy is holding at least half a dozen bags with designer names on them. Cream is just holding some Chao Kibble and a Chao plushie.

"Hey there, honey," says Cream, winking. I try to ignore her.

and you say you aren’t gay?

She's sure grown up in the past two years though. Not so innocent any more. Still cute though.

oh, just checkin’ there, buddy.

"No point in you flirting, Cream," says Amy. She sneers, "You won't get any response."

The two girls giggle and swan away with their purchases. Cream doesn't look as if she gets it completely. I feel sorry for her, but not much. I'm much too angry to feel sorry.

ALL THE WHORES AND POLITICIANS WILL LOOK UP AN-wait wrong story.

~~~

It's a lot later in the day now. In fact, it's the evening. At least I still get served in this bar.

a gay bar?

But nobody's paying any attention to me. Then again, it's the sort of place where if you do pay attention, you get a knife in your eye.

sounds like a regular bar to me.

I'm trying to keep my face hidden, but I'm recognisable enough anyway. The alcohol is making me feel better, slowly.

you must be drinking the rat poison.

Some stupid whore cat is shaking her booty in front of me. I wait until the dance is over, then I push ten bucks down her knickers, slap her on the tail end, and send her away. I'm not in the mood for that sort of thing, not tonight anyway. And I don't have the money to spare. I just want to get thoroughly hammered.

At last, just when my vision is getting nicely blurry,

because that’s a good thing, really.

some other bitch comes up to me and gives me a lap dance. I don't remember much about it. I just remember waking up in a back alley afterwards, lying in a pool of my own vomit, missing my wallet.

looks like you just got laid, bro.

That's my 'good day' completely over. Heading home is out of the question when you can hardly walk. So I move out of the vomit, and lie down on some bare concrete instead. I'd lie in the nice, soft dumpster,

ah, the dumpster, cold and it smells like shit, reminds me of home…

but some other lucky hobo has grabbed it first. I never realised how many pathetic homeless jerks there are in this city. In a couple of days, I'm going to be one of them.

good contradiction you got going there.

This is all Amy's fault.

Bitch.

our 4th pattern.

Throwing up has somewhat improved my sobierity. I can see exactly what kind of situation I'm in. And I know what I have to do.

Get a job? Contribute to society? Become a citizen?

~~~

I'm standing outside Amy's apartment right now, hammering on her door.

jeez dude, you just went to the bar and you want to get wasted now?

"Come on, bitch!" I yell, "I know you're in there!"

“I demand my Seinfeld DVD collection!”

She opens the door. Doesn't seem too happy to see me. I'm not surprised.

"Fuck off, gaybo," she sneers.

…Gaybo?

"I know you're the one who spread those damn lies about me," I say, "What the hell do you think you're doing, saying I'm gay, bitch?"

"How do I know you're not?" she asks me, "You never show any interest in any girls, so maybe you prefer to fuck guys?"

like a real gaybo.

"Maybe I'm not ready for a fuck yet, unlike a certain pink slut I know?" I suggest.

"Maybe it's 'cus your balls haven't dropped yet?!" she yells at me.

do Sonic characters even have sexual organs? wait, why the hell am I asking that?

"It's always sex with you, isn't it Amy?" I yell at her, "You're nothing but a fucking... whore!"

"Cocksucker!"

"Slag!"

"Wanker!"

Ass goblin!

She slams the door in my face, "Hey, I'm not done with you, bitch!" I shout, "I heard the stories about you too! You're the only girl on the block who's fucked every guy on the block!"

so she’s easy, eh?

"Cept you!" she screams out of a window, "Faggot!"

we’ve been through paragraphs of homophobia and this is the first time I’m seeing the word ‘Faggot’ so late in this story. Not counting my glorious wit.

"Ooooh, Sonic won't go out with me so he must be gay!"

I’m pretty sure Sonic is asexual, as in, he doesn’t give a fuck.

I mimic her voice pretty well, even if I do say so myself,

and this is evidence why Tails sounds like a sissy.

"That's your excuse for everything, tramp! Well, fuck you!"

~~~

It's a week later.

wildly descriptive!

I swear, I couldn't stand it any more. The jeering. People avoiding me. All because of the lies Amy told. The more I deny it, the more they think it's true.

because you are a gaybo?

It's about 2 in the morning now. Breaking into Amy's apartment was a breeze with my skills.

a brilliant mechanic using his skills to rape a girl, absolutely priceless.

Then I start walking around her house. Car keys, low calorie candy, makeup, I'm careful to put them all back where I picked them up from.

why would you pick them up in the first place?

I take a large knife from her kitchen and hide it in my coat. I don't know why. I just do.

ah, it’s only instinct, my dear boy.

I go into Amy's bedroom next. It's pink to the extreme. There's drawers full of clothes, and pictures of hearts and Chao everywhere. Pictures of Amy too.

not surprised, but wait, where’s the shrine of Sonic?

It's mildly sickening. Fucking vain bitch.

I open one of Amy's dresser drawers at random. Nothing interesting in here. I try another one. This one is more promising. I push my hands into Amy's underwear, sifting through them. White, red and pink. Lots of pink.

uh, no comment.

It's curiously exciting, the prospect of getting caught.

I’m sure all thieves get a kick out of getting caught in a middle of a heist.

I pull out a random piece of underwear. A bra. I look at it for a few seconds, then drop it, and pick out something else. Knickers. After a few seconds, I smell them. They smell of cleanness. Not Amy. Not yet. That's nice, I suppose.

looking through someone’s clothes and sniffing them sure is nice, I suppose.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!" There's a high pitched screech behind me. I whip around.

you must whip it.

Amy is staring at me. She looks furious, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

"Uh..." Isn't it obvious? Even a dumb bitch like Amy should know. I'm being a pervert.

then why the hell are you telling me? Tell it to Amy.

But I don't feel up to saying that right now though.

because you got to keep some dignity intact before you rape someone.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!" Amy slaps me, or at least she moves to slap me.

you’d think she would use her hammer, but she didn’t.

I catch her hand. She tries to slap me with her other hand. I catch that one too. Geez, I'm fast,

yeah, I’m sure you’re real proud holding down a girl, with an intent to rape her, no doubt.

"GET OUT, GAYBO!" she screams.

That gets me. The only reason I'm a 'gaybo' is because she says so, the bitch.

It’s a stupid term anyway, does it even exist?

I throw her on the bed roughly. She's already getting up, furious, reaching behind her back to pull out her Piko Piko Hammer.

she gets out her hammer, just now? this is stupid.

But I'm faster than her. I'm already pinning her down on the bed.

You probably know what I'm going to do by now. She doesn't. She doesn't think I'm capable of it.

well shit, who doesn’t? You’re the biggest wuss on the team.

I run my fingers through her pink spikes.

here we go…

"Want to know something? You're actually quite beautiful," I whisper, pinning her down roughly.

don’t mind me holding you down or nothing, just take the compliment, will you?

"Th-thankyou..." she stammers.

Tails is a gentleman after all.

She's suddenly terrified. I can tell. But she isn't half as terrified as she should be. I grab a handful of her spikes and pull her head back, kissing her heavily. Then I pull the knife out of my coat and press it against her neck. I revel in her expression. Now that's fear.

while you’re still kissing her? What in the fuck?

Then I start to pull at her little red dress. After about a minute of tugging, I become impatient and start to rip it off with my gloved hands,

so that’s what the gloves are used for. They’re there to do the perfect crime, at any time.

tearing at the shoulder straps, then at the seams. And she starts to scream. That sure gets on my nerves.

well it’s not like it’s a romantic evening or anything.

"So I'm gay, am I?" I say, throwing aside my hat, showing my ears.

ueah, you are gay, look at those elf ears.

I pull off her bra roughly. Then her knickers. Now she's stark naked. Now I know why I noticed before. I am, most definitely, not gay.

thanks for reassuring us.

I roll her onto her front quickly and tie her hands behind her back with the belt of my coat, and throw that aside too, showing my fur.

I reach behind her and turn on the radio. I turn the volume right up.

It just had to be “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go”, it killed the mood right away.

Nobody is going to bother us. Nobody. A familiar guitar riff starts up. The neighbours start to thump on the walls.

they just don’t understand the power of rock n’ roll!

I ignore them, pulling my gloves off.

"Is this what gay people do?" I ask her, running my bare hands over her body.

yes they do, real men go straight to the sex.

She chokes out the cloth, "No! No, you're not gay! Please stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'M SORRY I SAID THAT YOU'RE GAY!!!" she wails.

somehow I think it’s far too late to say that while someone is feeling you up.

"Why, is there something wrong with gay people?" I ask her, my hands searching over her body.

yeah, how do they keep themselves clean?

"No! NO! PLEASE GOD, NO!!!" she screams.

"There's no god here," I say, "Just me."



"NO!" she screams again.

"Scream louder bitch, I didn't quite catch it that time,"

well maybe you shouldn’t turn on the damn radio next time.

I sneer, grabbing a handful of her spikes and pulling her head back again. I start to kiss her roughly. I can't stop; the sensation of her soft lips against mine feels so good. With my free hand, I grope her breasts fiercely, and she cries out in muffled pain.

I want all of you to imagine a 8 year old fox doing this.

Horrific, isn't it?

She doesn't have a chance.

obviously.

Cloth or no, she can't scream. She claws at my chest, trying to push me away. God, I'm loving this.

don’t you dare bring God into this, or he’ll cause the rapture or something.

I break the kiss, and she starts to cry.

"Please..." she sobs, "Oh, please god no... I take it back... I'm sorry... I was wrong... Please, just stop... Oh god, stop..."

I shake my head, "Too late for sorry, slut," I say, "If this is the only way to prove my sexuality to you... so be it."

sometimes a thoughtful letter counts.

Sliding my other hand down her body, I push three fingers into her vagina, pushing in deeply a few times, feeling her wetness. She gives a muffled squeal of pain. Her body's responding, even if she's still protesting. She tries to scream again.
She'd be better off saving her breath for the upcoming ordeal.

wait till she finds out she’s on live TV! It’ll be hilarious!

I force her legs apart, then straddle her, pushing against her a few times.
She can't push me off. She's not strong enough.

I think you already addressed that a few sentences ago.

But I love her struggles all the same. I love the feeling of power their failure brings.

I guess this is how dictators feel, without the rape, of course.

I feel myself swelling under my pants; is it the sight of her naked, beautiful body that's turning me on, or is it just the total control I exercise over her?

It’s just an erection, dude.

It doesn't matter, I pull off my belt, then my trousers, then my boxers. No more holding back, no more waiting; I thrust straight into her deeply, all the way. She screams in pain, and I love it. I pull out briefly, fooling her into a false sense of security, making her think it's over. Then I thrust back in again, even harder this time, and she screams again, louder, if it's possible.

a 8 year old fox, remember that.

I kiss her again, silencing her screams. This time I don't break away. I keep going.

In, out. In, out.

Their burgers are pretty good.

Groan in pleasure.

Short rest.

from this fanfic? don’t mind if I do.

Start over again.

damn it.

In, out. In, out.

Listen to her muffled cries.

Watch as tears roll down her cheeks.

did the author get lazy as fuck or something?

In, out. In, out.

Speed up.

Sonic? YOU’RE IN THIS SCENE?!

In, out. In, out.

Laugh.

I don’t think so.

In, out. In, out.

Groan louder.

Push her over onto her chest.

Hold her down tightly.

"Now for something new..." I groan.

as I put on my robe and wizard hat...

"No... no..." Amy gasps, trying to look at me. I kiss her violently again. God, it's great hearing her beg like that.

WE KNOW.

I ram straight into her tight little butthole. Shit but it feels so good...

In, out, In, out.

those exercise videos were good for something.

What I'm doing is disgusting. Despicable. Nightmarish. Horrific. Insane. Evil.

need any more adjectives?

At least, that's probably what Amy thinks.

that’s what everybody thinks when reading this.

I'm rather enjoying this feeling, this feeling of power.

In, out. In, out.

SHUT UP

The way she flails around under me, the way her soft chest is heaving with sobs, the way her cries are muffled by my lips pressed hard against hers; fuck, every second I am inside of her feels so good.

8 year old fox, folks.

In, out. In, out.

Release. My semen runs into her but,

but what?!

then overflows and goes down her legs.

Finally, I'm done.

thank god for that, I was thinking the next line was “In, out. In, out.”

She's done. She groans, not in pleasure, but a painful, exhausted, choking gasp of agony. The sheets are sticky with her blood and my semen.

aww, ain’t it a romantic night, everybody?

I pull out of her and relax. But I'm not leaving her side. Not just yet. I keep a tight hold of her. It's not like she can get away; she's exhausted, but she won't fall asleep any time soon. She continues to cry.

I fall asleep on top of her.

well, jeez, how can Amy sleep now?

~~~

It's morning now, and I'm still lying here, next to her. She never fell asleep. I'm only now waking up.

are you sure? Considering high pitch screams don’t wake you up.

Why?

Why did I do it?

yeah, Harley Quinn, why?

I listen to the sound of the radio pounding out its music. It was playing all night, and I feel like the song will never end. Maybe it never will.

Is it Kickstart My Heart?

"I can remember,
The very first time I cried,
How I wiped my eyes,
And buried the pain inside,"

Slowly, I'm realising what I've done. Amy is still naked. Still crying. Still raped. And I'm the one responsible. There's blood and sperm mixed all over the bed, all over both of us.

well, now you have a wacky story to tell your grandkids one day.

"All of my memories,
Good and bad that's passed,
Didn't even take the time, to realise,"

why are these lyrics here? They’re not impacting any emotion or anything, it’s just annoying.

I'm sick. I mean, really sick. The worst kind of sickness, the kind that doesn't show.

Cancer?

"Staring at the cracks in the wall,
'Cus I'm waiting for it all, to come to an end,
Still I curl up, right under the bed,
'Cus it's taking over my head,
All over again,"

Why did I do it?

well, you had to spread that HIV somehow.

Because I know exactly why that arrogant bitch spread that story. Just to get back at Sonic. Yeah, he wouldn't go out with her if she paid him.

Sonic is asexual, after all.

She finally realised it, but she couldn't stand the idea that it was her fault. So it was his. If he doesn't go out with her, he's gotta be gay.

like all other 5000 fanfics.

I can't believe how vain she is.

And who's his gay friend? Who better than the weirdo he's always hanging out with?

Knuckles?

"Do you even know who you are? (I guess I'm trying to find)
A borrowed dream or a superstar? (I want to be a star)
Is life good to you or is it bad? (I can't tell any more)
Do you even know what you have?"

Bet you thought I couldn't do it, huh?

of course I did, how can a 8 year old fox rape someone? Even if it’s Amy, no less.

She tries to get up and away from me. So I wrap my tails around her waist.

Yeah, you saw me.

saw what? We saw you through this whole damn story.

Tails.

Miles 'Tails' Prower.

yup, that’s your name.

I did it.

you made world peace?!

I raped Amy Rose Blossom.

do you want a Nobel Peace Prize for this or something? I mean, if Obama could get one, why can’t you?

"Lying awake,
Watching the sunlight,
How the birds will sing,
As I count the rings, around my eyes,"

Hell, she deserved it.

Hell, I enjoyed it.

I can't believe how much I enjoyed it.

hey, that rhymed, I think.

"Constantly pushing,
The world I know aside,
I don't even feel the pain,
I don't even want to try,"

I roll onto my side and look down into her face, "I'm not gay now, am I, bitch?" I whisper in her ear.

She shakes her head silently.

which looked like a resounding no.

"Good answer."

no, I’m sorry, you don’t win 500,000$.

"I'm looking for a way to become,
The person that I dreamt up,
When I was 16,"

I stand up and pull on my coat again. It covers my extra tail completely. I can't stop grinning. Now I finally know why people make such a big deal about sex.

there’s a difference between raping someone and making love.

It's just a shame that I lost my virginity by raping someone.

what a real shame.

"Oh, nothing is ever enough,
Oh, baby, it ain't enough,
Or what it may seem,"

I turn back and look at her as I button up my trousers, "And now, now you've got a really good reason why Sonic won't go out with you,"

“Because I raped you! [Laugh Track]”

I say, sneering, "Not because he's gay, because he isn't, and you know it. Because he doesn't go for dirt like you."

I’m pretty sure she’s a hedgehog, not a clump of dirt.

"Do you even know who you are? (I'm still trying to find)
A borrowed dream or a superstar? (Everybody wants to be)
Is life good to you or is it bad? (I can't tell any more)
Do you even know what you have?"

"You made me dirty..." she sniffles. Gods, she's pathetic. I watch her for a while, listening to the music in the background.

because it’s a nice day.

"Sorry girl, Tell a tale for me,
'Cus I'm wondering,
How you really feel,"

"I'm a lonely girl,
I'll tell a tale for you,
'Cus I'm just trying to make,
All my dreams come true,"

"Ain't nothing there now that wasn't waiting for a chance to come out," I say, untying her bonds as she lies there limply, and pulling the belt around my waist. "Now listen, whore, if you tell anybody about this... I'll come back here again and I'll fuck you again, and next time I'll do it so hard I'll kill you."



"Do you even know who you are? (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
A borrowed dream or a superstar? (Oh, I wanted to be a star)
Is life good to you or is it bad? (I can't tell, I can't tell any more)
Do you even know what you have? (I guess not, I guess not)"

The chorus repeats, over and over in my head. I can't shut it out. I can't shut out the memory of what I've done either.

I’m not even paying attention to the damn lyrics; it’s stupid, for what it is, like this entire story.

"Do you even know who you are? (Oh, I'm trying to find)
A rising dream or a falling star? (Oh, I have all these dreams)
Is life good to you or is it bad? (I can't tell any more)
Do you even know what you have? (No, no)"

I leave the house to the sound of the chorus. The sun's just rising and the birds are tweeting.

so it became a Disney movie?

And I'm now a rapist. It's an ugly word. A word with a lot of finality.

no shit, Sherlock.

Once it's done, you can't go back. You can never go back.

of course not, you just raped someone.

And that's the story, morning glory.

what a terrible story.

Well, part of it anyway.

~~~

End of Chapter One: Blinded

Me: Three important points you should know before you review.

1: I don't hate Tails. I just got sick of all the nearly identical fanfics portraying him as a homosexual, and all the nearly identical fanfics portraying him as an innocent yaoi rape victim.

because that’s a valid reason for making Tails rape someone.

2: I don't hate Amy. She's just the most convenient victim.

that’s right people, the MOST CONVENIENT.

3: I don't hate homosexuals.

yeah, ok.

So, if your review is going to say any of those things; well, I just won't listen to it.

you arrogant bastard.

But I'll still appreciate the fact that you've read my fanfic and bothered to review it.

I’m terrified.

-------------

chapter 2 will be up whenever i have the time.

This post has been edited by chevy: Jul 21 2010, 10:06 AM

[Kuramastrassx3]

My eyes

They are bleeding

I love Tails. And I don't mind Amy. I was never exactly a big Sonic nut, but this story --

Jesus Christ.

[Desdemona]

IT JUST KEPT GOING. And....it wouldn't STOP.

[Screaming_Soulcatcher]

"There is no god here, only me." Truer words have never been spoken

[shiroamasa]

Wut.

[Neko_Maid]

W-why Tails? I LOVED YOU.

Eh, no one cares about Amy.

[Protto]

This is an affront to everything pure and good in the world. The rape... it just... there was just no end in sight....

And they actually did wear hats in the Matrix MMO. Yeah. It kinda ruined the whole style the original movies set. Except maybe the bandannas. And fedoras.

This post has been edited by Protto: Jul 22 2010, 08:20 AM

[Meow Mix]

There is no god in this story, only horrible rape.

[chevy]

hey folks, here’s chapter 2, and I assure you there’s no rape in this chapter, just shoddy criminal stuff.

~~~

Universe Backstabber 2: What's The Story, Morning Glory?

By Harley Quinn hyenaholic

the child-hood killer.

~~~

Me: We're still in 'Universe Backstabber', where stabbing your friends in the back is fun and you're eight years older than you thought you were!

translation: I’m bastardizing Sonic!

That makes Tails and Amy both 18, by the way, so it wasn't minors in Chapter One.

we get it; you’re not a filthy pedophile, maybe a delusional psycho but not a pedophile.

Of course, if you'd read the huge disclaimer in Universe Backstabber 1, you'd already know that.

no shit, SHERLOCK.

'Universe Backstabber'. Pretty catchy name, huh?

uh, there’s nothing catchy about it.

~~~

Prolouge

fuck you and your ‘u’s.

Yo, guys. It's me again. Tails.

and I want ya’ll to know I be reprezentin’ the Cripz from now on, ya’ feel me?

Only I don't go by that name any more. 'Tails' is dead now. Gone forever.

Sega is making changes again? god damn it.

It's Miles Prower now. Or Agent Prower.

Things have changed in the month since I raped Amy.

They've changed a lot.

they did, but hey, look on the bright side; at least I still get my mail.

No, Amy didn't tell. I guess she was too scared. She still hasn't told since I left. I guess she's too ashamed. But I couldn't hang around there any more.

it’s not like they’re going to welcome you with open arms and forget everything.

I didn't care about what she thought, but my friends... I realised that by raping Amy,

oh hey, you forgot the ‘z’.

heh, British spelling.

I'd betrayed them, every single one of them.

I couldn't face them any more.

because if you did, they would beat the living shit out of you.

I realised that 'heroes' don't do that sort of thing.

i’m pretty sure raping someone is not in the hero guidebook.

They don't betray their friends or their allies.

They don't even betray their enemies.

wait, what? They don’t?

That was when 'Tails' died. That was when I left Station Square. That was when I became a merc.

imagining someone like Tails being a mercenary is probably the funniest things i've ever heard in a while.

~~~

Chapter 2: New Life, New Friends

same shit, different day.


I look over at my partner-in-crime. He's scoping out his target, recalibrating his sniper-rifle. He glances at me.



"You got the bodyguards, right?" he asks me, his voice low, "We'll never get outta here if you ain't."

"Yeah," I scope out one of them, the one nearest to the target. There's at least five, "Yeah, they knew the risks when they took the job."

being shot? Yeah, they did.
being shot by an 8 year old fox? Nope.

We grin at each other - well actually I'm grinning into a walkie talkie,

i’m pretty sure that’s not possible, unless this is some Looney Tunes fanfic.

but hey, what're you gonna do? - and start the countdown.

THE FINAL COUNTDOWN

"Five, four, three, two, one..."

I fire first, at the second nearest bodyguard. The nearest bodyguard has already thrown himself across the target. the second nearest is already dead.

Once the other bodyguard hits the ground, my partner fires his gun from the grassy knoll. The president is dead.

i thought Mobius was more of a monarchy?

"Nice shot, Nack," I tell him through my walkie-talkie.

triangulation of crossfire, that’s the key.

"Right back at you," the sniper weasel tells me, "Now lets get the fuck outta here!"

I could get away by flying away, but then that would break my cover. I mean, how many flying foxes do you know? Exactly one.

i don’t, but I know Superman, and he could fuck your shit up.

That's why I tied my tails together with some string so that they'd look like a single one.

Nack is already bouncing down the building opposite on his tail. It doesn't matter all that much if he's recognised, though he'd rather avoid it for now. I start running down the metal stairs on the outside of the building, and duck inside so that I don't get shot running. A couple of soldiers collide with me and I duck under their arms. One slashes at me with a knife and I barely manage to dodge.

I smash the nearest window, jump out of it, and fall three stories into a dumpster.

he better be dead, unless the dumpster had a convenient mattress lying in it for no reason.

There's blood in my eyes, it's not making running easy.

relax; it’s just spilled jam in the dumpster.

I must have cut myself when I jumped through the window.

because windows don’t use glass, no way.

I smash through another window and into an office.

well that’s just ironic.

People are staring at me.

it’s definitely normal for some white collar workers to have some bloodied up fox jump through their window indiscriminately.

I'm screwed now. The job's gone arse up. We knew it wouldn't be easy but still...

But I don't stop, I run for the stairs - they're faster than the lift for me - and run down them. Run, just run.

i ran, i ran so far away.

~~~

I'm the first back at the hideout. Not by much though. Nack's right behind me. I turn to look at him, to have him in my sight. He's staring.

and that’s when he knew he was in love.

"Holy shit Prower, have you seen your face?" he asks me.

When I shake my head, he drags me over to a mirror. My face is covered in blood. There's a huge slash across it, about six inches, right over my left eye. I'm lucky I haven't been blinded.

now you can be the Unknown Soldier.



"How the hell did that happen?" he asks me.

fell down some stairs, that’s all.

"I guess I didn't dodge the guy with the knife after all," I say with a shrug, holding my hand over my eye and sitting on the couch.

hah, you’re not so fast after all, unlike the first chapter with the horrible rape.

I swear, I don't feel so great.

oh come on, what’s with these overly retarded obvious thoughts? It’s like if I got shot right in the crotch and a few minutes later I say “damn, that hurts.”

"You need stitches," he says, handing me some beer, "I'll call my doctor buddy."

I down the beer, "Yeah, whatever."

yeah, man, I’m too cool for the doctor, just let me bleed here like a REAL MAN.

Nack goes out of the room to get bandages, antiseptic, whatever. I've been living in with Nic and Nack for a month now, ever since I started up that partnership with Nack in fact.

i thought Fang hated working with people? unless some backstabbing happens later.

It's then that Nic waddles in, holding her stomach. She's looking pretty good for somebody who's eight months pregnant. I don't know who did it. Nack says it was rape, and that he'd like to kill the guy responsible.

oh hey, the rapist may be in your own home right now…

Nic sits down on the couch with a wheeze,

"Hey there, sexy," I grin.

pregnant girls are the best, they’re easy and there’s already a baby inside!

Nic chuckles and punches me. Then she does a double take.

"Geez Miles, have you seen your face? You've got a-"

"I know," I interrupt. I'm going to be getting this for a while now, "Nack's getting a bandage."

maybe, just maybe I’m nitpicking but what’s with these commas? is it that so hard to put the sentences together?

"How the hell-"

"Guy with a knife," I say.

curse you Crocodile Dundee.

Nack comes back in with a bandage and wraps it around my eye quickly, then sits on the couch nest to Nic.

"Well, how did the mission go?" she asks us both.

"Let's find out," says Nack, picking up the remote and turning on the TV.

We watch the news. It's pretty cool. Assassination of the president by two unidentified furries, who got away.

that’s right; Tails, of all people, assassinate the PRESIDENT. That’s hilarious.

They've got vaugue descriptions - a fox with an extra fat tail who has now got a cut on his face, and a skinny, purple furry. Me and Nack high-five.

assassinating the president? THAT’S FAR OUT RADICAL BRO

The mission is so far a success.

what? you didn’t bomb a random embassy or something? kill a few random people who just happen to be in the way?

Nic tuts - I think she's trying to become more responsible now that she's going to be a mother. She can't keep it up though - she high-fives Nack too, "Nice one, bro," she says simply, "Of course, they might just be saying that they don't know who it is."

then they must be one crappy news station, well, better than FOX News anyway.

"Loosen up Nic," I laugh, "You're pregnant, you're supposed to relax!"

Nic just smiles, "I guess," she says, "But holy shit, my back is killing me!"

The phone rings, and Nack answers it. I lean close to try and hear.

jeez, can you respect someone's privacy there, buddy?

"Yeah?" Nack growls into the phone.

“who the hell is this? DAMN IT FANG GET YOUR DOG OFF THE PHONE”

"It's me. I can't speak for long - the line could be tapped. I saw the news. You were successful."

"Oh, yeah. And my partner,"

even after changing his lifestyle to be a trained mercenary, Tails is still ignored as always.

Nack gives me a thumbs up, "Do we get the money tonight? If we don't, I swear..."

"Yes, okay," the voice says hurriedly.

"Uh-huh, you drop the money off, we make the pickup?"

"Yes. Same place as before?"

i was thinking of that nice little coffee shop around the corner.

"It's safe."

"Who are you anyway?" I ask.

Big The Cat.

now, i know what you’re thinking, but it would be one wicked story. Something about Big hiring two mercenaries and assassinating a president who outlawed fishing and frogs would be awesome.

then again maybe I’m thinking too much about a story where an 8 year old fox rapes his friend.

"Oh no, 'shhhh', the line's breaking up, 'shhhh', come get the money and a new job offer, 'shhhh'."

There's a click. The client is gone.

then who was phone?

"That has got to be the worst impression of static I've ever heard," Nack tells me.

thanks Fang, for mocking this story. Now, if you could maybe do the rest…

He puts down the phone and tilts his hat over his head, grinning, "We gotta break out the bullet-proof shit, Prower,"

bring out the cardboard vests we’ve been working on for the past five weeks!

he says, "We got us a couple of million bucks to pick up, and I got me a hot date tonight I wanna be alive for."

now you got a pick-up line.

“Hey baby, guess who put a bullet through the president’s eyes and became a couple million dollars richer?”

"Be careful boys," says Nic, "I don't trust this new guy. Any employee who hides their identity is bound to turn on you."

foreshadowing at its best.

~~~

By the time we get to the pick up point, me and Nack are pretty much covered in bullet-proof armour.

Dying sure isn't on the menu tonight.

you know, I would suspect this line to be in some cheesy action movie in which Arnold Schwarzenegger is some ex-green beret who gets his family kidnapped.

damn, I want to watch Commando again.

And the money's going to be split fifty fifty. Nack's honest in that way at least.

he’s going to backstab you, hopefully.

As for the cut, Nack's doctor buddy did a pretty good job. Now I've got stitches all the way down my face, but they'll heal.

The vastly obese figure holding the suitcase stands in front of us both, and we're both suddenly cowering.

Chris Farley? you were alive along?!

Oh dear god, I've been working for Robotnik..

i still like my Big storyline better.

"Er... hi, Doctor Robotnik," I try to keep my voice polite, "We all thought you were dead. Uh... we found your corpse..."

"No! You found a corpse - a corpse of a clone of myself that I made! The clone was nothing more than flesh and bone; it never had a any spark of life. While people thought I was dead, I had time to set up a new secret base, build new and better robots, and set up a whole new plan to take over the world!"



He laughs. Fuck, that 'maniacal' laugh of his make my ears bleed.

"You did well, Weasel," his voice is suddenly low and dangerous, "You too, Prower."

acknowledgment at last.

"Thankyou... sir." We speak in unison.

"I should sign you both up as full time mercenaries."

and get made into robots? fuck that.

Nack swallows and cringes, "Very... um... flattered, sir."

"I would be very interested to know," he watches me, swaggering slightly, "Why you are suddenly in this line of work."

there’s nothing better like the warm feeling of shooting someone in cold blood, that’s why.

"Er... complications with friends, sir," He knows I'm blocking. I feel nauseous. I should be attacking this man, I'm holding a gun, by all rights I should be firing it at him.

well? go shoot him, go gung-ho, FINALLY DIE SO THIS STORY COULD END.

He knows that too. He's so fucking smug at us both. God, I hate him.

"New partners, perhaps? Your payment will increase. Protection from the law will increase. What do you say?"

Will I get dental?

Me and Nack look at each other. We haven't agreed instantly. So we're not going to agree now. Nack's the first to answer.

“When do I pack my things?” Fang says slyly. Tails then elbows Fang.

"No sir, we'll have to turn down your generous offer."

I get the feeling he isn't happy at us turning down his 'generous offer'.



"Why?" he asks.

"Because, sir, we just don't trust you. Good luck in taking over the planet though!"

We take the money - 2 million bucks - and run.

that was absolutely the worst way to say goodbye.

Best choice, for the time being. Stop at a strip club in Night Babylon. Club Rouge. And why not?

~~~

Home of the Happy Whore, some people call it.

that would be a cool band name, if you think about it.

There's a rabbit already on Nack's lap, possibly his 'hot date'. He's laughing and shoving ten-dollar bills down her knickers. He sounds drunk already.

it’s hard to imagine Sonic characters doing this, but then again, this is Fang we’re talking about.

But I'm more interested in the cat who's poledancing in front of me. She stops suddenly, as if called offstage, and there's another dancer going on.

It's Rouge.

why am I not surprised?

I nearly spew my drink across the table. I knew she owns this place, I didn't realise she dances here too.

well she did pay for the club.

She hasn't seen me yet. It's time to go quickly. I start to rise carefully. Hopefully Nack won't notice me leaving.

He does. Grabs me by a tail.

Fang, still drunk, feels up Tails thinking he was one of the strippers.

"Wait Prower, this bitch runs the show, you gotta watch her," he says.

am I the only one imagining Fang with an Australian accent? it’s fitting.

The volume on the speakers is turned right up and Rouge is dancing to it already. She hasn't even noticed me yet, and I'd like it to stay that way.

I pull my fedora over my face slightly, trying to disguise my identity. Rouge is a damn good dancer, but Nack is expessing his opinion of the fact loudly. Too loudly. I groan quietly and cover my face completely.

at least he’s having a good time, unlike you, who grovels at every opportunity.

You wouldn't think it was possible to get embarassed in a strip club.

it’s possible; ever bring your entire family to a strip club once? me neither, but it sounds hilarious.

Fuck, when Nack gets drunk, he gets dru-unk.

I don’t think someone could get anymore wasted than that.

"Come on, honey!" Nack yells, "You're as good as my sister!"

Did I really hear that? Nah, Nack's just drunk.

or is he?

He's attempting to climb on the stage.

I don't think I can stand Nack's bullshit any more. I pull my tail out of his grip and walk out. He can find his own staggering, drunken way back to the hideout.

if he dies in a fiery car accident involving a street light, it’s your own damn fault.

That's when I'm jumped by six or seven thugs.

they remembered my birthday!

"Listen kid, we can do this the easy way or the hard way,"

how about the semi-medium hard way?

says the first, just before the second hits me over the back of my head with something hard, and I black out.

~~~

End of Chapter Two! Go to Chapter Three! When it's up!

ah, no thanks, i like to bide my time.

Me: Yo! I'm great! Tails has been jumped by thugs!

Who has jumped him?

Apache.

Why have they jumped him?

because he’s the one who shot Jesse James.

Where will they take him?

some generic non-descript rundown warehouse.

Will I ever shut up?

YES YOU WILL

Find out in the next installment of 'What's The Story, Morning Glory?'

---------------

well, that was wonderful wasn't it? i promise you we will get back to horrifying depraved rape in the fourth chapter or so if i remember.

until then, i'm going to find out if life is still worth living after reading this.

[Kuramastrassx3]

THERE IS NO GOD

ONLY THIS FIC

[Neko_Maid]

The second chapter made me think of Darker than Black. Only not cool at all.


FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFU.

[Crazy4U]

I once found this forum the writer hung out on. It sounds like she also write really weird sounding Transformers fics that involve robot mpreg, abortion, and bulimia.
Great mock, by the way.

[Weatherhead91]

THIS FIC...IT BURNS!!

Not to mention, all the "remember this is an 8 year old fox" stuff. I kept imagining the sonic movie Tails with the retarded voice

[shiroamasa]

I want to punch the living shit out of this author.

[chevy]

hey folks, i’m back, now with chapter 3.

there isn’t much in this one other than a MYSTERY CHARACTER having dirty thoughts about Tails. oh, and it’s also very short, so you should be thankful.

~~~

Universe Backstabber 2: What's The Story, Morning Glory?

By Harley Quinn hyenaholic

who is very mentally ill.

~~~

Me: Wow, a point of view change! Ain't that a bitch?!

not really, since you just told me.

Tails: What gives? I thought I was in charge of this story!

you’re only here to be abused by a nut job stuck in a mental institution who somehow got a computer in their cell.

Me: Who's sitting at the keyboard here; me or you? I can't keep it on your point of veiw all the time, you know.

well, I’m glad, I had enough of overly long rape scenarios and angst monologues.

I've got to think about the future of Universe Backstabber as well as think of a name for Nic's baby and decide when she's gonna have it, whether it's gonna be just fine or not,

and this is important?

and work out who's planning to push a knife between my shoulderblades.

me, when i find your house via Google maps.

Tails: Wow, it is complicated writing a fanfic.

i’m sure it’s very complicated writing a story where a video game made for kids turns into some fucked up Sin City shit.

~~~

Chapter 3: A Romantic Interlude...

the rape wasn’t romantic already?

POV Change: ???

so, anyone want to place bets on who this is?

I can't stop laughing.

Wanna know why?

“i found a video of a dude kicking bums in the nuts!”

It's this video I'm watching. This video I made. This video of the rape of Amy Rose Blossom.

that isn’t funny, at least, not on skit terms.

How did I make it? Simple. I broke into her flat the night before the rumours were spread - by me, you might be interested to know - and installed a camera in her bedroom. Pretty sick, huh?

i’m sure any idiot who’s watched Mission Impossible about 20 times knows how to break into someone’s house.

She won't be bothering any guys for a long time. Hey, with a bit of luck, she might even turn lesbian...

and that’s a good thing.

You should have seen the look on her face when Tails started riding her. He's grown up a lot, I'll say that for sure. A few years ago he couldn't have taken her on if he tied her hands behind her back, but now...

i tell ya’, one day your friend starts inventing and flying planes and next thing you know he’s raping some girl in a dimly lit bedroom!

Now he's big and strong.

Tails? strong? impossible.

I couldn't help but imagine him riding me when I saw that on the video. And then I imagined me riding him.

either this is straight homosexual or plain heterosexual.

I know I could make him scream. Scream like Amy? If that's what it takes...

squeal like a pig.

I can hardly believe I only noticed about ten months ago. You know, around the time Robotnik was defeated for good? But Tails wasn't interested in girls. Hell, he wasn't interested in boys either. He was interested in science.

maybe because he’s still a KID?

I tried to change him, you know. Tried to make him see how much I wanted him.

flowers and chocolates aren’t for MEN.

Even let him see the photo of him and me I had beside my bed, 'accidentally'. But he couldn't take a hint. Thought we were just 'friends'.

just how is showing him a photo of you two hanging out means “I LOVE YOU” in any sense?

For being so smart, he sure can be a stupid little bastard at times.

GOD FORBID HE CONFRONT ANY SEXUAL ADVANCE

Anyway, after he raped Amy Rose, he just ran away. I sure wasn't expecting that.

no shit, what the hell were you expecting him to do? Turn himself in? Have a party

Thought he'd toughened up. And that was it. All my planning, all my effort, all my sacrifices for nothing. It was like he disappeared off the face of the planet or something like that. Nobody knew where he went.

And only me and Amy knew why. And Amy doesn't even know that I know. Maybe some day I'll blackmail her with the information. Humiliate her. I never liked her anyway.

hah, Amy is the punching bag in this story.

Cops searched frantically for him for about a month. We all searched. It took a while, but finally we were all saying that he obviously didn't want to be found.

how obvious can this story get? honestly, it’s like if the author wanted me to point how oblivious these characters are.

It was better than suggesting he was dead, anyway. And he was just another person on the 'missing person' list, which is like, a mile long now?

a mile long, huh? does Mobius even have crime other than Robotnik wrecking shit?

Then there was the assassination of the president. Only yesterday afternoon. Not much footage, but I saw enough. Footage of Nack, using his tail as a spring to get down the building. And footage of a furry with the big orange furry, foxy tail that always turned me on...

the president was just shot and all you could do is orgasm over a fox’s tail.

Might only have been one tail on veiw, but I knew it, I just knew it. Tails had gone bad and teamed up with Nack Weasel. Become a mercenary. Because he raped Amy.



The idea of a badass Tails sure turned me on, I'll tell you that. Still does.

i can never imagine Tails being badass, at all. It’s kind of like imagining Shadow as a decent character.

I'm going to get my baby back.

Whatever it takes.

~~~

Me: Continue to the next Chapter. Chapter Four. This Chapter, apart from being an Interlude, a Romantic one, for the sake of going up around Valentine's Day, was just to make you wonder about what the hell is going on that little bit more, cus I'm like that.

what was so romantic about this? unless, this is your way of saying of “be my valentine.”

Tails: Hot damn, that chapter was short. Who was that talking anyway? Sure wasn't me.

Me: I'm not telling you. It'll spoil how much backstabbing goes on.

i hope actual backstabbing happens with actual knives or i’ll be really mad.

Tails: I bet it's a guy. It's always a guy in this sort of thing.

you wish, gaybo.

Me: I've already changed life by making you a heterosexual.

by rape, no less.

How do you know it isn't Rouge or Cream?

because they suck.

Tails: Cus it just can't be those two bitches, that's why. Is it Shadow? I bet it's Shadow.

why? WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE SHADOW, THERE IS NOTHING DEEP ABOUT HIM OTHER THAN BROODING 24/7

Me: Oh, shut up! You're spoiling it! Listen up, everyone - head for Chapter Four as soon as it's up.

Tails: Is it Sonic? Or Knuckles? Oh, God, don't say Big has the hots for me... Or is it my Evil Twin? My Other Personality? My-

Knuckles can’t be gay because he is too MOTHERFUCKIN' OG NIGGA.

Me: I said, shut up!

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as I said, I promise we will get back to the wonderful rape in chapter 4.

until then, I’m going to take a long walk outside or maybe just jump off a bridge since that seems more convenient.

[ToxAff]

i bet ten bucks it's sonic........i just [I]know it

[Neko_Maid]

I bet 25. It's kinda obvious. If it isn't, I'll bite my non-existent hat.

[Meow Mix]

I bet fifty!

[shiroamasa]

I bet a 100.

[Protto]

All in.