Post by taisky on Apr 22, 2008 10:54:20 GMT -5
*This is my first Sonic FanFic, so I hope its to everybody's liking! Feel free to post comments and what you think of it. Suggestions are welcome, too! But please keep criticism to a minamal.*
Chapter One~Setting Out
The sun rose over the top of Mobius City. Flickies chirped as they awoke early to look for food. Mobius City, normally a very busy place, was actually pretty quiet until about nine a.m. However, there were a few people that had woken up even before the flickies, who arose at about 7 a.m. evey morning. A raccoon and a hedgehog were strolling down the street, side-by-side, chatting happily.
The raccoon, named Stripes, was about 17 years old. He had sparkling blue eyes, but unlike most raccoons, whose fur was black and gray, Stripes' was golden-brown. His tail was no exception, save for the black ring around it near the tip, nor were his ears, which were black-tipped. His belly and mouth were a creamish color. He wore whilte gloves, blue and red sneakers, and had a blue and red bandana wrapped around his head so that a blue and red strand of cloth flowing seperately behind him as he walked.
The hedgehog, named Manic, was entirely green except for his arms, mouth, and belly, which were that of a peach-like tint. He had a pair of black sunglasses propped up on his pointed ears, and had countless green spikes of hair jutting out at random angles on top of his head. He wore a red coat-like vest, white gloves, red and white sneakers, and had a brown sack hanging around his waist. Around his neck lay a silver necklace in the shape of a drum with a pair of drumsticks going through it.
"Whew, that was close, bro!" Manic said as they rounded a corner and entered a darkened alleyway. "Those goons nearly had us! I'm just glad they were so stupid they tripped over their own shoelaces!" He gave a small chuckle as he remembered the comedic event from earlier. "What had they been reading, 'Ways to Let a Theif Go for Dummies?' Haha!"
"It'd be nice if we could come across somebody who actually proposed a challenge for once," Stripes complained as they came upon a small grassy lot. "I mean, honestly! What's the point of robbing somebody if they're not going to put up a decent fight? Or a decent chase, for that matter!" Manic nodded as they came to a halt.
Stripes reached down and pulled a small, bronze ring from the ground. As he lifted it, a chain came with it, firmily fastened to the ground. Stripes grunted, but the the chain didn't snap or anything.
"I despise it when this thing rusts," Stripes said as Manic pulled on the ring with him. "One of these days we're going to need to get inside our hideout, and we won't be able to because the flipping door is jammed! Remind me to sue whoever gave us this faulty chain. This is the....what was it, fifteenth time this month we've run into this little snag?"
"I would hardly call it little," Manic groaned as the chain finally gave way, and a trapdoor sprung up. "And its the twenty-first time. I haven't fixed it yet because we have no more oil left. I used it all on the emergency escape van."
"Its okay," Stripes commented as he followed Manic down into the earth, pulling the trapdoor shut behind him with a loud 'thunk'. "I'll just have to 'pick up' some later. Let's just get some shuteye for the time being."
*Sorry, but that's all for now. I'm in school, and I gotta go!*
Chapter One~Setting Out
The sun rose over the top of Mobius City. Flickies chirped as they awoke early to look for food. Mobius City, normally a very busy place, was actually pretty quiet until about nine a.m. However, there were a few people that had woken up even before the flickies, who arose at about 7 a.m. evey morning. A raccoon and a hedgehog were strolling down the street, side-by-side, chatting happily.
The raccoon, named Stripes, was about 17 years old. He had sparkling blue eyes, but unlike most raccoons, whose fur was black and gray, Stripes' was golden-brown. His tail was no exception, save for the black ring around it near the tip, nor were his ears, which were black-tipped. His belly and mouth were a creamish color. He wore whilte gloves, blue and red sneakers, and had a blue and red bandana wrapped around his head so that a blue and red strand of cloth flowing seperately behind him as he walked.
The hedgehog, named Manic, was entirely green except for his arms, mouth, and belly, which were that of a peach-like tint. He had a pair of black sunglasses propped up on his pointed ears, and had countless green spikes of hair jutting out at random angles on top of his head. He wore a red coat-like vest, white gloves, red and white sneakers, and had a brown sack hanging around his waist. Around his neck lay a silver necklace in the shape of a drum with a pair of drumsticks going through it.
"Whew, that was close, bro!" Manic said as they rounded a corner and entered a darkened alleyway. "Those goons nearly had us! I'm just glad they were so stupid they tripped over their own shoelaces!" He gave a small chuckle as he remembered the comedic event from earlier. "What had they been reading, 'Ways to Let a Theif Go for Dummies?' Haha!"
"It'd be nice if we could come across somebody who actually proposed a challenge for once," Stripes complained as they came upon a small grassy lot. "I mean, honestly! What's the point of robbing somebody if they're not going to put up a decent fight? Or a decent chase, for that matter!" Manic nodded as they came to a halt.
Stripes reached down and pulled a small, bronze ring from the ground. As he lifted it, a chain came with it, firmily fastened to the ground. Stripes grunted, but the the chain didn't snap or anything.
"I despise it when this thing rusts," Stripes said as Manic pulled on the ring with him. "One of these days we're going to need to get inside our hideout, and we won't be able to because the flipping door is jammed! Remind me to sue whoever gave us this faulty chain. This is the....what was it, fifteenth time this month we've run into this little snag?"
"I would hardly call it little," Manic groaned as the chain finally gave way, and a trapdoor sprung up. "And its the twenty-first time. I haven't fixed it yet because we have no more oil left. I used it all on the emergency escape van."
"Its okay," Stripes commented as he followed Manic down into the earth, pulling the trapdoor shut behind him with a loud 'thunk'. "I'll just have to 'pick up' some later. Let's just get some shuteye for the time being."
*Sorry, but that's all for now. I'm in school, and I gotta go!*