DECEIT ;; Sonic X Reader

Irish Coffee

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As [Reader] leaned back in the booth, a subtle, enigmatic smile playing on her lips, Sonic couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. There was something off about that smile, a hidden layer beneath the surface. Tails, too, caught a glimpse of it and exchanged a concerned glance with Sonic.

[Reader]'s eyes glinted with a hint of mischief as she revealed, "We're paying a visit to my boss. And, by the way, those packages you've been chasing? They all came from him. I never delivered them straight to the buyers; that would be too easy to trace. I wanted you to find him."

Sonic and Tails exchanged surprised glances. The pieces of the puzzle were finally falling into place, but there was an unsettling feeling that they were still missing a crucial part of the picture.

Tails spoke up, "Your boss? What's his game in all of this, and why did he want us to find him?"

[Reader] leaned forward, her smile fading into a more serious expression. "My boss is a powerful figure in the criminal underworld. He likes to control things from the shadows, and this experimental serum you've been chasing is just one of his many ventures. I think he wanted you to find him because he has a surprise in store, something he thinks will be advantageous for him."

Sonic crossed his arms, a skeptical look on his face. "Advantageous for him? Why do I get the feeling we're walking into a trap?"

[Reader] shrugged, her eyes meeting Sonic's with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. "Maybe it's a trap, maybe it's not. But we won't find out by sitting here. We need answers, and my boss seems to have them. Are you in?"

The room fell silent, the weight of the decision lingering in the air. Sonic and Tails exchanged one last look, a silent understanding passing between them. With a nod from both, they braced themselves for whatever awaited them in the criminal underworld.

[Reader] couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. Finally, the truth was out, and she had shared her part in this intricate web of schemes and hidden agendas. But even as she looked at Sonic and Tails, a lingering unease tugged at the edges of her consciousness. Why, all of a sudden, did her boss want the three of them involved? What game was he playing, and where did her role truly fit into this larger puzzle?

As she stood up, adjusting to the weight on her injured leg, [Reader] masked her internal turmoil with a confident demeanor. "We've got to move quickly. My boss won't wait forever, and we might lose the upper hand if we delay."

[Reader], Sonic, Tails, and Harmony stepped out of the Blue Mirage, the city's neon lights painted the night with vibrant hues. The trio, unaware of the dark undercurrents swirling around them, moved with purpose toward their next destination. However, beneath the doormat just outside the bar, [Reader] discovered a small slip of paper. Unfolding it, she found a terse message from her boss.

Bring them to me unconscious. It'll be easier that way.

[Reader] paused, her eyes scanning the words. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, and Harmony shifted uneasily on her shoulder, as if sensing the weight of the situation. Glancing toward Sonic and Tails, who were engaged in a quiet conversation, [Reader] discreetly slipped the note into her back pocket, the cold touch of the gun reassuringly present.

The night had taken on an eerie stillness, and with each step, [Reader] couldn't shake the feeling that their journey was hurtling toward an inevitable confrontation—one that held more secrets and dangers than any of them could fathom. The silent shadows of the city whispered untold stories, and [Reader] braced herself for the impending revelation that awaited them.