Nine x Human oc book 1 of sonic prime

Thank you

"Ow!"

"I said hold still!" Nine reminded Damon once more, wrapping her arm in bandages.
Just the medicine itself was painful, causing her to jerk. Nine still looked pretty angry, or he just looked annoyed. Damon felt safe, but scared at the same time. He was trying to kill her earlier. And here they are. Her cheek and arm all banged up, finished with a layer of duck tape.

"There, that should hold." Nine said, putting the medical equipment back in the kit. But when he lifted up her sleeve before to heal the wound he caused, he noticed some other scars as well that were either fresh or months old. But he didn't think anything about it. "If the council finds out I'm with you they'll arrest both of us. It's illegal for mobians to help any outsiders that aren't born in New Yoke." He put the kit back up. "Especially if they're human. They're really strict about that for some odd reason..."

Damon felt quite awkward.
She still didn't know what to say or do.

Dose she stay here?
Dose she leave?
But she has no where to go, other than death.

Damon looked down at the floor, sitting at the edge of one of the tables. She sat there silent as Nine put the first aid kit away. "Now, I gotta get back to work." Nine said, sitting right back on his spider leg things like a chair.n"Don't bother me." He looked at her seriously, then spun back towards his desk.

Damon looked sadden. She felt like she was a burden. She finally grew the courage to speak up. "Um, I-I can leave if you d-don't want me here." Damon pointed towards the door, but Nine immediately responded. "No! It's too dangerous out there. You have to stay here." With a serious expression.

Damon looked him in the eyes, as he stared back. "But I though...But aren't you breaking the law?"
"Well then I'll have to keep you secret...even if it means you have to be in my space." He rolled his eyes, then turned back to his work.

    "I'm sorry, you're saying I have to live here now?!" Damon asked.

    Nine sighed in defeat. "I guess so..." he growled.
"My bed's back there if you want to lay down." He mentioned, not even taking an eye off his invention.
Damon looked back to where he pointed. She then saw just a plain mattress with two pillows and plain white sheets, able to fit two people.

She looked back at Nine, spaced out on his work.
His metal claws typing away. She never even asked what those where. But she didn't want to annoy him more. Damon hopes off the table, walking over to the bed. Only to pause in her tracks, saying two words.

"Thank you." Damon said softly. The foxes head lifted slightly. Damon standing there, waiting for a response. Only for him to look back down.
Damon didn't take it personal, and just continued walking over to the mattress off on the floor. Still soar from all the running.

Damon struggled to crouch and lay down. Her limbs shaking, till she finally landed on the cushion. She crawled in the middle, pulling the covers over her. It was really cold in the room. Considering that it was made of metal or iron. Nine didn't seem bothered, since he has fur and she doesn't. Just plain human skin.

She laid on her side, facing Nine while he worked. She sighed out of relief, only to smell...min? Damon suddenly started sniffing for the scent. Only for the smell to lead her to the pillow. The pillow smelled fresh. Like it was washed with a hint of candy Cain mints. The smell felt like a drug. She just kept on sniffing, and sniffing, suddenly started hugging the pillow to smell more, closing her eyes with delight. She loved all candy, especially the candy cain mints. The smell gave her comfort. Basically the only good smelling thing in this  world. New Yolk city actually made New York City look clean.

Damon suddenly felt herself drift off.
She felt warm, comfy, cozy.
She felt safe from everyone, and everything.

Nine realized how quiet Damon was being.
He got a little worried, then decided to look back.
Only to find her asleep, hugging his pillow with a small smile on her face.
His ear twitched a little, then blushed a light pink.

He shook it off, trying to focus. Damon could hear the distant clicking of a keyboard, and beeps of buttons. Like a little white noise to sooth her.

Damon was struggling, but happy. Her and her family are still in one piece. Damon had her own problems, but she was happy to have her family with her. They lived in a decent home. Her eldest sister would come home and visit for vacation, or holidays. Damon loves her older sister. She looked up to her, and wanted to be like her. She loved joy riding with her, she even hangs out with her and her friends. Their kind of ratchet gangster black and light skinned girls. Sure, they smoke and vape weed.
But Damon isn't a snitch. Divides by the 'snitch's get stitches' rule. And always will. Her mother was the African American woman, while her father was  the cringy geeky white man. But Damon still loves her father dearly. Her, her sister, mother and father where a happy family. Till everything exploded into flames right in her face.

Damon woke up gasping to a loud crash. She felt that pounding in her chest, and then her head. But her head hurt worse than ever. Hurt more than her limbs. Hurt more than her cuts. Why is her head hurting so bad? Damon looked over, then surprise plastered on her face.

Nine was on the ceiling once more, shining a bright light on...something? Then he kicked the thing down. It was something blue, with white gloves and red white sneakers with gold belts.

Is he part of the chaos council?

Damon stood up to look further into the drama, Nine trying to stab the blue animal in every direction dogging every one. "Woah! How many tails do you have?" The blue animal asked. "Nine!" Nine yelled. He grabbed him with his metal tails, and swung him out the door to an oncoming train.
Nine was about to run after him, only for Damon to call out to him. "Wait!" Damon yelled, running towards him.

"What's-"

"Stay here!" He didn't let her finish, as he leaped out of the door. Speeding right after the train.

"But-"

He was gone. To far out to hear. What if she's found and taken without notice? What if Nine doesn't care if she's gone or not?

"I have no idea how to close the door." She said to herself, standing in the door frame. She looked a little scared to be out in the open. She backed up away from the door to see if it would close.

Nothing.

"C'mon god damn you, close!" She yelled.

Nothing.

She immediately gave up and walked away from the door. She knew he'll be back soon. He will.
Damon took the liberty of pulling up a chair to nose through Nine's project. She looked at the blue prints first, which what seemed to be some claws or metal arms and shoes? The shoes had little spikes on the front, and bottom.  She then looked at the scraps of metal being slowly put together. The width of it seeming to be Damon's arm size. Even though her arms are always covered by her baggy hood. It looked like it was almost finished.

But Damon felt like it was wrong to go through his things. Her stomach suddenly growled in hunger. She hasn't eaten anything in days. But she should be happy...right? After that, she felt more pain banging in her head. Like a knife was stabbed in her brain.
So painful, it made her scream slightly. Groaning loudly.

Will this pain stop?
With Nine come back?
Who was that blue mobian?