What you see in the title is what you get - a collection of one-shots, probably both wholesome stuff and angsty stuff, about Sonic and his friends/adopted siblings :D
What you can expect to find here, eventually:
-Sonic and Tails being brothers (mos...
Turns out, English is stupid. Sonic attempts to help Tails learn how to spell and use proper grammar, but he doesn't necessarily understand it himself.
(Sonic is 13, Tails is 5)
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"Tails, that's not how you spell 'telephone.' It's 'p-h-o-n-e,' not 'f-o-n-e.'"
5-year-old Tails stared at his older brother in bewilderment as Sonic took the pencil from him and wrote out the proper spelling beside Tails' attempt. "What? That doesn't make sense."
"Nothing in English makes sense," Sonic replied without missing a beat, his eyes still fixed on the paper as he set the pencil down. "But it somehow works. I figure it's better not to question it."
Tails frowned at the words on the paper. Sonic's handwriting wasn't neat, but it was more legible than Tails' big, spaced-out letters.
"Sonic?"
"Yep?"
"Did you ever go to school?"
Sonic shifted his gaze to meet his little brother's. "For a little bit, yeah," he answered, turning to wander back over to the tree stump he'd been sitting on before Tails had asked him to read the list of words he'd written out.
"Is that where you learned to read and write?"
"That was the start." Sonic flashed him a little smirk. "I figured the rest out myself."
Tails blinked. "How?"
"I dunno how to explain it," his brother protested, waving his arms a little. "I said words. I saw words. I put two and two together. And now I can do it."
The fox glanced back at the paper, comparing his writing to Sonic's. "So how come 'p' sounds one way, and 'h' sounds another way, but when you put them together they sound like 'f'? Why don't people just use the letter that already does that sound?"
Sonic groaned and leaned backwards over the tree stump, sounding frustrated. "I dunno what to tell ya, kid. I didn't invent these stupid spelling rules."
Tails sighed. With all the amazing things he'd seen Sonic do, between destroying robots and beating a middle-aged mad genius over and over again, he kept having to remind himself that his older brother didn't know everything. Sonic was . . . 13. That seemed so much older to him, but . . . he supposed that wasn't that old, compared to how long Mobians normally lived.
Still lying backwards over the tree stump, Sonic stretched his arm up and held out his hand against the sky, like he was trying to touch the clouds. "'Kay, kiddo, pop quiz. Let's see how stupid English really is. What's the plural of goose?"
"That's easy. Geese."
Sonic turned his head away a little, but failed to hide a mischievous smile. "Good. What's the plural of moose?"
Tails hesitated. He hadn't actually thought of that before, and this felt like a trap.
". . . Meese?"
Sonic snickered. "Nope. It's just 'moose.'"
There was a moment of silence, then an exclaimed "What?!" from Tails. Sonic immediately rolled over and started laughing.
"I told you English is stupid!"
The little fox started grumbling quietly to himself, something about wishing he'd been alive when English had been invented, then buried his face into one of his tails and let out a muffled scream of frustration.
"Hey, hey, take a chill pill, lil bro." Sonic sat up and faced him, still grinning. "It's not a big deal. You'll figure this out."
"I can see it all perfect in my head," Tails complained, lifting his head a little. "Why can't I just make what's in my head be on paper and be real?"
Sonic gave him finger guns. "That'd be an awesome invention. Do it."
Tails shot him a look, but his brother continued to smile back unwaveringly.
He took a deep breath, risking another critical glance at the words on the paper. "You know what, you're right. I'll figure it out. Can I just take a break?"
"Sounds good to me!" Sonic flipped to his feet (because why would he get up the normal way?) and strolled over to him. "I coulda sworn I saw a chili dog stand in the last town we ran through. Let's go grab a few."
"I'm sure I would've noticed that. You were probably hallucinating." Tails jumped up and hovered in the air, ready for Sonic to take off at his trademark speed. "Do we even have enough rings for that?"
"Of course we do." Sonic blasted off running back down the highway, and Tails followed close behind.
"I thought you spent almost half of them on a picture frame at the other place."
"Please, that was just a hundred."
"Why do we even need a frame? It's not like we have a camera."
"Maybe I'll buy one of those next. Sentiments, Tails, sentiments."
"Since when were you a sentimental guy?"
"Shut up, Tails."
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