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Yup, you guys are fucked. No yiff right now, but many Sonic fanfictions. On a side note, I'm currently impressed with the quality and civility of this forum. It appears that writing actually DOES repel the general population of General. :D

Anyway, here's the first fanfiction I posted on Fanfiction.net. It's a short, lighthearted alternate backstory to Sonic CD, and it was written about 2.5-3 years ago. (I recommend reading it here, FFN fucked up and made it a text wall when I moved accounts. I've fixed it here.)

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Orphan

Amy, an 8-year-old orphan, lay on her bed in the orphanage, staring at a picture on an old magazine. It was a picture of a blue hedgehog that'd saved Mobius and the surrounding areas many times. Oh, how she longed to meet him. She saw a head peek at her, upside-down, from the bunk above her. It was Lindsey, her only friend in the building.
"Still staring at that picture of that Sonic guy?" she asked. "Yep." was her simple reply. "Why?" "I don't really know. Well..." She paused for a moment, trying to collect her speech. "You know how I use these Tarot cards-"she held up her deck of large, religiously illustrated cards - "to tell the future and stuff?"
"Mmm hmm." Lindsey made a sound of general approval.
"Well, I could swear that after I used them, I had a vision of him. You know how the Little Planet is supposed to appear over Never Lake every December?" Lindsey nodded, having now come down from her bunk and sat down in a chair next to Amy's. "I saw it chained to a rock - with Sonic racing up the chain. It looked all barren, like someone covered it in metal or something. " She glanced over at a calendar on the wall of the bedroom. It was November 30th. That would mean... "It will appear tomorrow. You don't think..." Lindsey shook her head vigorously.
"No way. Who would want to chain Little Planet down, anyway?" "I dunno." She sighed and threw down the magazine. She was starting to lose hope in her own cards. She had always trusted her predictions; and most of them had come true. Yet, they were never as serious as this. Who was she to insist that she was right? A silly 8-year-old orphan, that's who she was. Left to dreaming about famous people...Interacting with her.
She sighed again. "Let's go to bed early tonight. I'm tired." Lindsey shrugged.
"Whatever." And they drifted off to sleep. The next day, Lindsey gloated about how she had been right all along all day. By dinnertime, Amy was ready to lock her out of the orphanage. If only she had the key... The day after, however, as she was apologizing for how she had acted, something happened. "Look, I'm sorry about how I acted yesterday. Come on, let's go back. Maybe he'll be there."
Amy shrugged, accepted the apology, and got her worn-out shoes on. When they arrived at Never Lake, the Little Planet was there as expected. But something was wrong. Where there should have been tall trees and bright flowers, there was nothing but dry sand and jagged rocks. The Little Planet was tethered to a rock with a huge chain, and its surface was covered with twisted, gleaming metal. "What happened?" Amy wondered.
"I don't know," her friend whispered. "You don't think..."
"Quiet!" Amy hissed. "I think I hear something." Her ears twitched as they took in a rustling noise around them; dead leaves crunching and cracking under someone's feet. It seemed there were two people: One running, one following behind the other. Quickly, they hid behind a nearby tree on the edge of the clearing where the feet seemed to be headed.
"Tails, are you sure the Tornado crashed here?" The voice was deep and, Amy thought, dreamy.
"Pretty sure, Sonic. Look, yeah, there it is!" Sonic? Could it be..? Amy chanced a peek around the corner of the tree. Indeed, there was the handsome blue hedgehog, just as she had seen on a glossy magazine cover just a couple days ago; just a bit older.
"Well? Who is it?" Lindsey whispered. "It's Sonic!" Amy replied, straining to keep her voice down. Lindsey couldn't believe it. "Seriously? Let me see!" She glanced around the corner. "Oh my God! It's him!" she exclaimed, like Amy trying very hard not to shout.
Apparently, she had been too loud; Tails turned toward them. "Sonic... Did you hear that? I think someone's spying on us." Sonic turned too. "Hey, whoever you are, come out! It's okay, we won't hurt you. " Slowly, nervously, the girls stepped out from behind the tree. "I-I'm sorry, uh, Sonic, uh, sir..." Amy said meekly.
"We didn't mean to be spying on you. We just, um..." She stopped for a moment to recollect her thoughts. "You see, I, uh, use Tarot cards, to tell the future, and when I did a few days ago, uh, I-I saw you running up there-" she motioned to the chain - "and I thought it wouldn't come true, but we came back again today and, well, here we are."
Sonic nodded. "That's quite an ability you've got there. You may be of some help to me. What's your name, kid?" "I-uh, I'm Amy, sir." He smiled. "No need for the formalities. Just call me Sonic."
Amy nodded. "This is Lindsey. She's my friend at the orphanage." Lindsey waved timidly. "Alright, uh, Amy. Hop on to my back. Tails, you stay here and fix the Tornado." Tails nodded. As Amy was making her was to Sonic, however, he heard a strange noise and stopped her. It sounded like either a jet or humming. It got gradually louder, and eventually a glow in the distance became clear.
As it got closer, there appeared to be a blue blur in the middle of it - and as it whizzed by, Sonic heard a yelp as it picked up Amy and flew off. "What the - Amy!" he cried. "Go back to the orphanage." He ordered Lindsey. "I'll go get Amy from that... That thing."
Robuttnik's gotta be behind this somehow. I'll get to the bottom of this, if it's the last thing I do! He thought, and set off up the chain, to the Little Planet. Running up the chain, he thought about what he had learned about the Little Planet. It appeared for the last month of every year, circling around Mobius, starting here, at Never Lake. The Time Stones there can warp through time and take anyone with them... That must be what he's after. So it was settled. He'd find the Time Stones before Robotnik could, take down that Metal Sonic, and rescue Amy. His last thoughts before arriving were: Is it a good thing, or a bad thing, that the Tornado crashed where it did?

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And there you have it, my first fanfiction. Not good, but not bad IMO. Better stuff coming in a sec.

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No. 2, a very, VERY dark fic staring Tails gone batshit insane. Again, written a while ago, but I think this one's a lot better.

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Snap, Part 1

The others were chasing me. What did they want? What was wrong with me? "Tails!" they called. "We can help you with your problem!"

'My problem?' What did they mean by that? I was scared, and they knew it. "It's okay," they cooed, "We won't hurt you." As they backed me up against a wall, something inside of me snapped. "Get away from me!" I snarled. "I don't need your help!" Still they approached me, backing me up closer. Then I realized something: I was a fox. I had claws.

"This is your last warning!" I cried, revealing my claws. "If you don't stop right now, I'll kill every single one of you!" The others stopped, but Sonic, who hadn't seen my claws, stepped forward more. "Tails, we can help-" I was true to my word, as I lunged at him, attempting to slash his throat. He held me off though, but I reached into my pocket for a box of matches. Taking one out with one hand and my mouth, I struck it against the sulfur, successfully lighting it on fire. As Sonic's eyes widened and I brought the match closer to him, he stopped struggling and so did I. After a few, breathless seconds from the rest of the crowd, the match touched quills and Sonic was set ablaze. I stood up, shooting a threatening glance at the rest of the crowd as Sonic screamed.

"You thought I was kidding?" was my quiet but menacing warning. Cream was the next to try to calm me down. "Tails! What's wrong with you?!" she cried, rushing over to help Sonic. A little part of the old me surfaced and cried, "Cream! No!" but the darkest side of me quickly came back and lunged out at her. Pinning her down to the ground, I tried ripping at her throat with my teeth. Cream, horrified, held my face away and looked into my eyes. "Tails... Why? Why would you hurt the only one you ever loved?" the rabbit bawled. Once again the old me came out and whispered, "I'm sorry, Cream..." full of contempt for the darker part, which soon surfaced once again and proceeded to break past her hands and succeed in ripping her throat open. It was a terrible sight for all, including me, who were around, but the piece who enjoyed causing pain so much- even enough to be called sadistic- enveloped the old me completely, leaving nothing but scorn, malice, and bloodlust.

Now instead of the fools coming after me, I came after them. I pounced on Knuckles, strangling him with one hand and holding off his own hands with the several minutes, his eyes, bloodshot, closed. I noticed he was holding a combat knife, which I took. The only ones left now were Rouge and Shadow. Shadow, holding up his .45 pistol, quickly posed more of a danger to me than Rouge. I did a somersault forward, kicking the gun out of his hands as I came back up, and knocked him out with a double-handed axe handle blow to the top of the head. Rouge, who had taken off in the air, was soon followed in suit by me, and before long I had tackled her and drove my knife into her heart. I stepped back near the wall to survey the damage... Staring at the pile of the bodies, most dead, of my ex-friends that lay before me, a strange little smirk crept across my face. I didn't care what I had done, oh no. There was unfinished business to attend to. Navigating though the sprawled-out carcasses of my ex-friends, I found the still-living disfigure that was Sonic. I had burnt him so that all of his body that was skin was blood-red and blistered, and most of what was once fur was charred black. "Tails..." he groaned, his body enveloped in delicious pain. "Why did you do this?" "Because it was fun," I said, kicking him. His reaction, which was coughing up a delightful spurt of blood, some of which landed on my shoes, widened my smirk.

I then visited Shadow, a pathetic, nearly-destroyed form cowering on the ground. As he suddenly made a slow move to reach for a gun that lay a few inches out of his reach, I stomped on his hand. "Nuh-uh-uh, Shadow. You're gonna die, and I'm not. Simple as that." With that, I took his gun, aimed the barrel at his head, and blew him away. At this moment, I heard sirens in the distance. Oh, shit, I thought to myself, It's the cops. Still smirking, I jumped a nearby fence, leaving any survivors for dead; certainly by the time any help arrived it would be too late. The alleyway I turned into next is where I'm currently hiding, drenched in blood, with nothing but a .45 calibur pistol, my tails, and my combat knife... Why did I do it? Well, I was telling the truth to Sonic. It's fun... Heh heh heh.

As I dashed through the alleys, playing cat-and-mouse with the athorities, throwing the occasional trash can behind me, I ducked around a corner and peeked out. The adrenaline rushing through my body was making time seem to crawl by, giving me plenty of time to react. I whipped out my knife in my left hand and my pistol in the right, and peeked around the corner. Three cops were coming at me. I smiled. How fun.

To start things off, I threw my combat knife at one of them; hit him right in the heart. Needless to say, the delightful spurts of blood from his chest didn't stop for quite a while. The second one, I shot the rest of the ammo from Shadow's gun, riddling the second one with bullets and grazing the third's arm. For the last one, though, I just hid behind the corner. When the cop came around, I bashed him on the side of the head with the butt of my pistol. This only knocked him out; but I quickly found just the solution: being a fox with claws and such, I proceeded to tear at his throat, creating a practical fountain of blood. Beautiful. Simply beautiful.

After that encounter, I was extremely thirsty. There was no water in sight, and I certainly couldn't just waltz into a store and buy some Poland Spring Water... Suddenly an idea came to mind. I walked cautiously past the corpse of the first cop, and removed my combat knife. I went to the second cop's carcass, since he didn't lose too much blood, and slit his throat, creating a steady stream of sweet, crimson life fluid. Bending over to his neck, I lapped up the blood greedily, savoring every last bit of his essence. It was remarkably sweet and refreshing.

After I had had a drink, I decided I was hungry. I heard footsteps in a nearby alley. Peering around the corner, I found that it was none other than Wave the Swallow, carrying her hover board. As I approached her, a shocked look crept over her face. "T-Tails? What the hell happened to you?!"

"Oh, nothing, Wave, I was just a little thirsty." I licked my lips and motioned to the carcasses of the guards a few dozen feet behind me. "I'm feeling a bit hungry, too," I said, once again taking out my knife.

"Tails..! What in God's name are you planning to do?" "Lunch," I replied coolly as I towered over Wave. "Shit!" Wave cried, as she started to run. "No no, my sweet bird," I cooed, "You'll not be getting away today." I wrapped my tails around her feet, causing her to trip, and bared down upon her, knife, claws and teeth all flailing wildly. Her screams only made me hungrier as I ripped her apart, piece by piece, and stuffed her into a nearby plastic bag for later.

I managed to find a lake after I exited the town and entered a nearby forest. Starting a fire with some nearby sticks, I dumped the pieces of what was once Wave on the ground and began plucking them. Finding some random pieces of metal littered by tourists of the city, I managed to craft a rather large makeshift pot. Getting some water from the lake and dumping the pieces of swallow into the vessel, I picked some nearby vegetation and threw it in. Boy, would I eat tonight! I hadn't had any sort of bird for months.
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End part 1. Yes, it's twisted. Didn't I warn you?

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Snap, Part 2

Amy Rose, on her way back to Mobius after visiting her long-lost parents on the Little Planet, couldn't wait to see her darling Sonic and her baby Charge. At the same time, though, she was worried; Sonic hadn't picked up the phone the several times she'd called. "Oh well," she thought, trying not to worry, "I'll see them soon." Little did she know, I had prevented that from happening... As she arrived at her home, she could sense something was terribly wrong. There was yellow police tape surrounding her house, but no police there. This frightened her a bit. She wandered off into the city, trying to find someone she knew. Roaming through the cold, dark alleyways, feeling more frightened than ever, she came across more police tape. Looking across at the scene, she could see the fruits of my insanity: Sonic, Charge, Rouge, Knuckles, Shadow, and Cream. All but Sonic were dead. "Sonic!" she cried, rushing over to the scene where her beloved lay dying.

A police officer tried to hold her, but she broke free and rushed to the pathetic hedgehog's side. "Sonic... Are you okay?!" Countless tears streamed down her cheek. "Amy... Tails... Dead... Killed..." Sonic spoke unintelligible (at least to Amy) words about my work. With one last cough of luscious blood, his eyelids fell shut and he moved no more. Amy cried out into the night, unknowingly at me: "DAMN YOU, WHOEVER DID THIS! I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN AND KILL YOU! " The scream was so loud that even I, from the cave I had carved into a rock wall by the pond, could hear it and upon hearing it I smiled.

"Looks like she found out," I mumbled. Getting up from my rock shelter and stretching, I remembered that I had an acquaintance I knew only as Silver, who would be delighted to hear that I killed Sonic, and in return I was sure he'd give me some weapons. Lurking in the midnight shadows, away from the streetlights, I reached the shop on the 'bad' side of town called "The Silver Bullet." Before entering, I glanced inside to make sure nobody was in there. Seeing no one, I warily stepped inside. "Silver? You here?" I called out. An almost-luminous silver hedgehog stepped into clear view. "Ah, Tails... Huh? Where's Sonic?"

"I killed him." I responded coolly. Silver was stunned for a moment, but following that he was apparently very pleased.

"Ah, excellent. Come into the weapon storage room, I believe I have something for you. Take your pick," he offered as we stepped into a gigantic room full of any and every weapon you could imagine. My face lit up as I came across a katana about three feet long, and ran my hand over it, admiring the craftsmanship. Silver approached me. "Ah, I'm afraid I can't offer you that one. That's a family-" He had no time to say 'heirloom,' as I quickly swiped one of my tails over his mouth, while holding him in place with the other. Doing a 180-degree turn, I let go of him, sending him flying into a wall, and in the same, graceful motion, I flung the katana at his hand, pinning him to the wall as he let out a loud scream that could have woken the entire city if I hadn't proceded to hit him in the chest and knock the wind out of him.

Afterward, I took several more blades off the wall racks and pinned his other hand and feet to the wall, each generating a weak scream due to lack of breath, and keeping one for myself. Grabbing some ammo for Shadow's pistol, a Mac10 and lots of ammo for that, as well as a medium-sized backpack to hold it all in, I calmly exited the store, leaving Silver to die as he screamed.

I spent the afternoon fashioning weapons from nature. I came up with a few pit traps around my hideout, as well as fashioning a strangle rope out of a flexible branch, some tree sap and lots of thorns from the low-growing flowers that struggled for sunlight even beneath the thin canopy. As I was just about to take a rest inside of my carved out cubbyhole, I heard rustling in the leaves nearby. "Shit, it's her..." I mumbled to myself. Knowing I wouldn't be able to hide my entire backpack in the trees, I took my strangle rope, my combat knife, and my pistol with one extra clip, and jumped up into the foliage.

Loving to cause distress and anxiety, as soon as I saw the poor fool I called, throwing my voice around the forest: " It was me that killed all of your friends, Amy. It was me, Miles Prower, Sonic's ex-best friend. Catch me if you can!" I finished the sentence with a maniacal laugh, and Amy screamed.

"Tails, how could you?" I didn't answer, instead firing a few rounds of my pistol at her feet to make her extra jumpy. As she danced, she called" Damn-You-Tails-I'll-Get-You-For-This! Eek!" As I finally ended the rain of bullets, she summoned a Piko-Piko hammer from thin air. She began smacking trees with it, quickly coming to mine, and bringing it down with a single blow. "Dammit," I cursed, "She flushed me out." With that, Amy charged at me, swinging her hammer wildly, and I took out my combat knife to block. Surprisingly, the blade held out against the giant mallet, and I quickly got in a grazed arm here, some punctured skin there, but I wasn't causing any major damage. I continued my counter-offensive assault, until finally she managed to break my flimsy knife with one final blow. Knowing I no longer stood a chance on solid ground, I looked for a nearby tree to flee into. Amy, seeing how I was distracted, delivered a swift blow with her hammer, making me skid back a good 20 feet. Tasting the sweet flavor of my own blood, I swallowed it and laughed. "That almost tickled," I mocked.

Enraged, she charged at me again. Calmly, I stepped a few inches out of the way and tripped her in her psychotic rage (Although, I'm one to talk), taking the opportunity to flee back into the treetops, preparing my final attack. I took out my strangle rope, strung it tight, and waited for her to get up and look the other way before jumping down silently behind her. "Peek-a-boo," I whispered, lunging out and taking her neck behind the deadly rope. I chuckled cruelly. "Look at that," I joked, "A Rose killed by thorns." Amy, no longer having the strength to struggle, fell to the forest floor, her throat bleeding and her neck badly scratched. In a matter of seconds, she had left our world.

As I made my way back to my mountainside 'estate,' I couldn't help but wonder: What next? I had killed all my friends, and I had heard wandering tourists talk about how the military finally took the task of killing Eggman into their own hands, and been successful. The old me, somehow returning, cried. I cried for my friends, especially for Sonic and Cream, for all the people I had distressed, and even for Wave and Silver and all of the cops. The cops all had families to go home to, and since I killed all of the orphan children and their son, all of that hero blood was gone forever. I couldn't help but cry, so I did, for a good hour. Then, I fell asleep.

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Again, twisted. But this was fun as hell to write :D

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Snap, Finale

A while later... "Officer Mighty Armadillo, ma'am. I'm afraid I can't let you through." Mighty held a hand up to stop a woman from entering her usual campgrounds. "There's been some sort of mass-murder suicide, and I'm afraid the murderer killed himself right over there. We'll have it cleaned up within a few days. Sorry 'bout that." The woman, a wide-eyed composure spreading across her face, nodded slowly and ran away. "Hey Nack, you find anything yet?" The armadillo called over to his weasel partner, who was searching for the carcass. "Nothing yet..." Suddenly, he coughed and gagged. "Ugh! I-I think I found it!"

Mighty rushed over to where his partner was retching. "My God... " The fox's body looked about a week dead, fur falling off in some places, some skin beginning to rot. "Looks about a week. What's this?" He saw a note lying nearby. Fang looked eagerly at the piece of paper in his hand. "What is it? What does it say?" "Let's see here..." The note read:

I've finally come to my senses. I've seen how I've turned into a ruthless killing machine. I've realized how serious what I've done is, and I've realized that I no longer deserve to live. I, Miles "Tails" Prower, orphan and now murderer of approximately one dozen people, realize that I deserve to die. I have no regrets as to what I'm about to do, except never having kissed my true love, Cream. I am sorry to any I have caused grief to, and I am making up for it now. Goodbye. -Tails

There on the bottom right corner of the note was gunpowder residue and a large blood-splatter. Mighty sighed heavily. "Fang, call an ambulance. We're giving Tails the burial he deserves."

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Aaaaand, cut! Print. Induce vomiting and tears. Yes, that, I think, was pretty good. But tell me what you think.

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CONTENT BUMP: Sonic the Hedgehog: Robotnik's Return
A 'novellization' of Sonic 2. Only the first chapter's done, and it's rather short, but it's an active project and future chapters will be longer.

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Part 1: The New Hero

Mobian citizens laughed and cheered as their new hero, a blue hedgehog by the name of Sonic, rushed by in an azure blur. He had just saved the entire planet from a mad scientist named Doctor Robotnik, and not a single inhabitant of Mobius could say that it was anything less than an amazing feat.

Sonic was happy as well... But not quite as much so. He had plenty of friends and he was doing what was right, and that made him feel good, sure. But he felt he was missing something. He was tired after the long adventure and knew that Robotnik could try anything at any time, considering how fast he'd built those machines. He couldn't take him down again, so soon after his first adventure. No, he needed a sidekick. But brave friends don't just fall out of the sky, he thought, still running. Looking to his left to wave to the crowd, he tripped and crashed into a tree, shaking it violently. He tumbled to the ground, slightly dazed, and of all people a fox dropped out of the tree. They both got up, and Sonic apologized to the fox.

"Sorry about that. Say, err... What's a fox doing up in a tree?" As he spoke, some Flickies chirped angrily down at the young kitsune.

"I'm just trying to find my family." His tails waved behind him curiously. It was then that Sonic realized this wasn't just a confused kid - He thought about it again. His tails were waving behind him curiously. This young kit had two tails!

"You mean to say you have no family?"

"None at all. What's your name?"

"I-I'm Sonic. What's yours, little buddy?"

The fox wrinkled his nose as if he'd smelled something disgusting. "It's Miles. But I hate it. And my other name's no good either. All the bullies call me 'Tails.'"

"Tails, huh? I don't think it's that bad," the hedgehog replied. "In fact, I kinda like it. You can tell the bullies to shove it." He laughed heartily. "Say, kid, uh, Tails... Do you mind if I call you that?" Tails shook his head. "Tails, how'd you like to stay with me for a while?"

The young fox's eyes lit up. "You really mean it?" Sonic shook his head. "Wow! Thanks so much, Sonic!"

They now walked down the road as opposed to running, though the child looked plenty fit, he was also dirty and looked like he desperately needed a meal. "We'll never get there at this pace," he told his new friend. Tails smiled. "No, you're probably right." With that, he began doing something bizzarre. He spun his two tails as propellors, and actually lifted himself off the ground! Sonic laughed, amazed. "Wow! That's, uh, that's quite a feat right there!" The little kit blushed.

"Thanks. Watch this!" With that, he took off at an amazing speed, and Sonic almost had to try to keep up with him. Sonic laughed quietly to himself.

I think I've found my sidekick.
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Critique is vital at this stage, any help would be appreciated.

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Im sorry, but it needs more sex. If something is called furfaggery, then it needs sex. Besides taht, great stories, keep em going.

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At 1/27/10 03:17 PM, HeroDan wrote: Im sorry, but it needs more sex. If something is called furfaggery, then it needs sex. Besides taht, great stories, keep em going.

I suppose I should have rethought the title, but I'll write whatever's requested as long as it's Sonic-related. Although I won't like it, I WILL stoop to literal furfaggery (i.e. yaoi) if someone so requests.

In other words, request away. I have no shame, I'll write anything. I'll write a fuckin' Rouge x Cream lemon if you want. (NO, I AM NOT DOING THAT.)

...Not yet...

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