The wind's blowing gently and a male was walking around looking for something like treasure or something among those lines when he hears a gentle snore that sounds like a kid's and follows it and and saw a kid sleeping underneath a tree asleep.
"Hey, kid. Are you okay? Kid? Kid!" They blinked blearily from where they lay curled beneath a tree and stared uncomprehendingly at the stranger's face.
"Wha...?"
"Good, you're awake. I was getting worried for a minute there." They sat up and rubbed their eyes before looking once more at the stranger before them. The man stood with his fists on his hips. His red fur was bright and a white crescent decorated his chest.
On his head he wore a sort of brown cowboy hat. They briefly wondered why the man was wearing a hat on a cloudy day like this when there was no sun to block before fully reminding themselves that they didn't care. They stood and brushed fully themselves off.
"What's your name, kid?" The man asked, revealing sharp teeth when he opened his mouth. They crossed their arms moodily.
"When asking someone's name, aren't you s'pposed to give yours first?" They were briefly surprised when the man barked out a laugh.
"You're right about that!" The man exclaimed. Then, more calmly, he added.
"I'm just a wanderer. My name doesn't really matter, but I guess you can call me by my nickname, Knuckles." They thought the name was fitting considering the spikes each of the red man's fists bore. They met Knuckles's gaze almost challengingly.
"My name's *****." Knuckles blinked and scratched his head under his hat with one finger.
"*****, huh? Don't think I've ever heard that name before."
"Good." Knuckles seemed to ignore this muttered comment.
"What are you doing sleeping so close to Robotnik's base?" They glared.
"None of your business and who the heck is 'Robotnik'?" Knuckles also crossed his arms.
"Maybe it's not my business why you're here, but Robotnik himself is my business. Plus he's the male human causing all of the troubles with those stupid robots of his." At least they know the name to that stupid male human.
"What are you talking about?" They asked in genuine surprise.
"I'm going to stop that lunatic before he destroys everything." Knuckles practically growled.
"He's after something precious of mine and I won't let him have it."
"What is it?" They couldn't stop himself from asking curiously in spite of their caution.
"Let's just say it's something powerful and leave it at that." Knuckles replied. He glanced around and then, changing the subject entirely, asked.
"Where are your parents?" They looked away, suddenly finding the grass very interesting.
"What's it matter?"
"Every kid needs their parents."
"I'm fine without 'em."
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The Heroine
FanfictionImaging a life where you had to fight at the age of five and go up against a mean bully who steals and uses robots to harm others and you are the only thing to stop it and his descendent? Well, that's what this person's going through, but will find...
