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(Chapter 4)

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Tails' (Modern) POV

I hummed a tune as I headed toward the scrapyard with my copy.

"So, how much further?"

"Less than a kilometre."

There was a very awkward silence.

"How do you not go crazy, sharing a house with Sonic?"

I shot him a disbelieving look.

"You don't?"

"Nope."

"Why?"

"He drives me crazy after living with him for a few days. How come you're fine?"

"Well, Sonic raised me since I was a cub."

"Really?" The taller fox stared at me with wide eyes, his head slightly tilted.

"Yeah, he di- wait. You weren't raised by Sonic?"

"No. I've known him for a few years, but he didn't raise me."

"Then... Who did?"

"I was raised by my mother until I was about six or so. Then she..."

... Oh...

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"It's fine. You didn't know." He smiled half-heartedly. We walked in silence for the rest of da wae.

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"Welcome to the scrapyard." The scrapyard was filled with years worth of busted badniks, big and small.

"Watch your step, any of these badniks could still be online."

"Okaay."

"We need about half a ton of metal sheets, power cores and wires."

"H-how will you carry all of that?"

"With this." I pulled out a small, metal box from my fur. It was about the size of my palm at the moment.

I pressed a small button on it and placed it on the ground. It then started to unfold, expanding until it reached the size of a small van.

"I made this a week before you showed up. This way, I can bring much more metal to my workshop than before."

"Cool!"

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My copy and I high-fived as we hauled a wagon full of scraps back towards my workshop.

x-x-x 

Sonic's (Modern) POV 

My quills ruffled as I raced through the natural (?) obstacle course of Green Hill Zone. Of course, I was racing my copy. It's nice to have a non-edgy racing friend every once in a while.

"I WISH I HAD LOOP-DE-LOOPS IN MY DIMENSION!!" My copy yelled, but it was no more than a whisper, because of the wind rushing in my ears.

"ENJOY THEM WHILE YOU CAN!" I yelled back.

I sped up a little more, taking my place directly in front of the other. Then I turned around, running backwards. I crossed my arms as I did so.

"Don't eat my chilli dogs again."

"I can't promise you that."

As I was running, something very hard hit my foot. I tripped and my head hit the ground. Hard.

Good thing I have a thick skull.

I looked over to see what I tripped over.

It was a rock.