Soul Eater but it's Sonic

Chapter 58

 Miles Prower stepped out of one of the DWMA's interrogation rooms. He had been called there to give a statement on Sonic's disappearance. Eggman asked a variety of questions, but Tails hadn't seen Sonic since he stormed off from the DWMA. The Grim Reaper didn't grill him as much as expected. Tails got the feeling that Eggman had some important details on the situation. Unfortunately, Tails wasn't the one conducting the interrogation, so he was given little information.

All Miles did was wander about the empty campus for a bit. It had grown less and less active since the kishin's reawakening. Opinions were torn between thinking Death City was the safest place in the world, or the most dangerous. The majority of people leaned toward the latter conclusion, so Tails had little company on his walk back to his room.

Last time Tails had seen his brother, he seemed so angry. Thinking back on that made him worry; things were uncertain enough as is. Even the air around him seemed hostile, somehow. There were few people left he could trust. He needed to talk to Knuckles.

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"I'm worried about Sonic,"

Tails spoke his words in the darkness of Knuckles's dorm room. He was fixated on the echidna silhouette on the bed.

"What if something happened to him? I'm scared, and everything feels off,"

There was no reply.

"You should be worried too. You should say something,"

No relevant sound waves were emitted. Frustration gripped Tails; he was tempted toward lashing out in some way. The door opened.

"Tails?" Knuckles asked. He flipped on the light, giving him a full view of the perplexed fox standing in the middle of his room. "How'd you get in here?"

Tails placed a hand on the pocket of his hoodie. He could feel some of his tools were inside, ones that easily allowed him to overcome a standard door lock. But he had no memory of using them. His mind split between wanting to laugh, and wanting to cry.

"I'm worried about Sonic," Tails murmured.

"He was being kinda weird last time we saw him. Acting like a drama queen," The echidna flopped onto his bed, closed his eyes, then let out a relaxed sigh.

Most of Tails was convinced that this Knuckles was real. The part of him that wasn't stared intently. "You don't look worried,"

"Sonic always runs off and finds trouble, but I bet he'll pop up out of nowhere like nothing happened. Just give it time,"

"The DWMA interrogated me. Something isn't right," Tails urged.

Knuckles peeked one eye open. "They interrogated me too. Sonic chose a bad time to take off without telling anyone," His eye closed again. "Things are tense around here. If you start getting all worried, it'll only make things worse,"

Tails scowled. "We have to do something. We need a plan!"

Tails returned to his own room. He sat at his desk, scribbling frantically in one of his notebooks. Each mark he made was meticulous. His mind strained under the weight of all the possible outcomes. But things were coming together, somehow.

Just as he was about to finish, the lead of his pencil snapped. Tails quickly picked up another pencil without breaking his flow. He dusted off the page and admired the final product.

"Okay, I've got it. If we follow this, we can find Sonic,"

Knuckles sat in the corner of Tails's vision, but didn't move or speak. Tails tried holding up the paper so his weapon could see, but Knuckles was gone. Tails saw only his vacant room. He growled with frustration.