The Sonic Group Chat

13 ~ Character Creator

Nippleback spent a pay check or two to fix Silver's window after "the incident".

   The company was installing a new window as you are reading this now, dear reader. And may I say, you look lovely today, you ducking fucking trucking beautiful human, you.

   Awfully convenient they had an emergency window installation service, even more suspicious there was an option when on hold to "press 4" for "Nip-impaled glass".

   Now, what do you get when two sexually confused males are in the hot chilli pepper boi's home in the evening?

   They play video games, you sick fuck. What do you think they would've been doing?

   It was basically a Soul Caliber or Mortal Kombat type game, where you pick a character and then beat the shit out each other — virtually to not get your ass thrown in prison. Silver screes, screeches, accidentally un-ironically says "It's no use" and everything in between.

   Knuckles rages, rants off like a oval headed Arin Hanson and throws his controller down whenever he gets beat.

   After trying to do a mid-air attack, only for Silver's character to duck, Knuckles' character fell out of the fictional ring, causing Silver to win.

   Knuckles throws his head back on the couch, hands over his face, screaming in agony into his gloves.

   Then, there was a knock at the door.

   Clearly Knuckles wasn't in the state to answer the door. We don't want another delivery man scenario where he punches a man to the other side of the curb because he though he was being robbed. Silver sighed and got up off the couch. A few steps in his fluffy in house boots Knuckles's offered — because he's sick of the woman's boots he has to wear on set — and the Twink was at the rectangular wood thing that opens inwards and outwards via hand turning a knob.

   Silver opened it to see another sexually confused man, judging by his magenta colour — side note, not judging, Espio fucking rocks that colour — and hot topic bracelets.

   "I heard there was a bit of an accident," Espio said. His voice lower in pitch than my self esteem.

   Silver had a secret longing for such a mAnLy set of vocal chords such as the chameleon before his eyes.

   It doesn't make sense, Silver thought. How does he have no chest fur, while I have the most, and his voice is still so deep? Waiting for puberty to hit is no use!

   "Yeah..." Silver finally says, "it's cool though. It's being taken care of."

   "Yo, Espio, is that you?" Knuckles calls from the couch, having cooled off.

   Espio peeks over Silver's shoulder. A smug smile grows on his face.

   "I recognize that Chad of a voice anywhere," Knuckles says. "Me and Silver are playing video games, join us in the quest for bragging rights."

   Espio smiles. Holding up a pizza box in his hands. "Sure. I brought a piece offering."

   Silver pumps his arms into the air as Espio came inside. He hip bumped the door shut, because he's a sassy boi all a sudden. Plus he likes himself some noice tasty gluten.

   "I know we'd never settle on one type so I just when with plain raw dough." Espio says calmly, placing the box on the coffee table.

   Knuckles and Silver stare dead on, mouths dropped.

   "Are you fucking serious, Espee-o?" Knuckles blurted.

   "No. I'm not an idiot," Espio smirked. "It's just plain cheese."

   Silver crashed to the floor in relief.

   "Don't you dare ruin pizza again! Pizza deserves better, you monster!" Silver yells, staring up at the unrelenting Chad while spread flat out on the carpet.

   Espio takes off his coat and doesn't break eye contact. Espio could make his acting blend seamlessly into his real actions, which made his humour thou hilarious and difficult to detect.

   Is that a bad or a good thing? You decide.

   After settling in and eating a few slicing, the dudes decided to go to the character creator mode and make their own fighters rather than the game's defaults.

   Let's say it was hours of wheezing and childish giggling. Tears were shed at the masterful artistic craft done before their eyes. The history being made

   Knuckles made a man who's jawline seemed to be carved from diamonds, the strongest jawline in the universe. Bright purple muscles that was so big they burst through some of the clothes in the game because the physics were battling against each other. The most important aspect of Captain Chad Thunder Cock — Knuckles' original the character do not steal — was the tiny baby hands. Certainly a huge contrast to the unearthly muscles.

   Silver's lanky character sporting blue skin, a large forehead, and nothing but a loincloth was known as Professor Sad. He had lines going down his whole body, two lines down his face, his scrawny body so shiny and oily from his own tears.

   And now, the controller was handed to Espio. He stared at the power he held in his hands.

   First, bright pink skin. Buff build, a giant haunting rabbit mask with blank eyes that would be my sleep paralysis demon if I saw it in real life. Very scandalous bright green stockings, a pair of tiny white tennis shorts to make you cringe and laugh. The final details was the voice that was as deep as the game would allow to be edited, the huge metal spiked shoulder pads, and that haunting name which will follow for the rest of days...

   "Trix the Conqueror".

   Oh it sends shivers down the spine. It strikes fear in the hearts of all who hear it. Let alone when you beat witness to the face that goes along with it.

"This is going to be what Forces is gonna be like, isn't it?" Knuckles chokes out between strangled laughs at this gorgeous specimen he watched be birthed.

"Do doubt about it," Espio chuckled."

Espio saved Trix the Conqueror. Not wanting to risk losing this masterpiece.

   "This is going to be the new villain according to the concepts I saw." Espio said.

   After Knuckles' and Silver's laughing died down a bit, they found themselves in a brief existential crises.

   "Wait... you're joking, right?" Silver asks, nervous.

   "I don't know." Espio replies. "Who shall face Trix the Conqueror first?"

. . .

School is killing me, and my hands hurt.

Goodnight.

~Shaye