"Always lend a helping hand."
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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 11
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After the Talking Tom and Talking Angela threw some kind of magical transportation device, had voiced animal sounds, and fainted in my garage because of the tranquilizer gun I shot at them, I decided to lock up the two with Ozzy's spare cage I had gathered on the table. Since they were resting peacefully in their beloved cage, I decided to see if they were still alive. But I wasn't going to check with my bare hands, so I retrieved a spatula and poked them.
"So these aren't raccoons..?" I thought.
I embarked on a careful examination of their features, marveling at their unique characteristics. As I observed them closely, a sense of familiarity began to dawn on me, reminiscent of something I had encountered before. My gaze shifted to the quills I had noticed during my morning duties, and a realization struck me. Setting aside the spatula on the table, I drew the quills closer to inspect them further. With a quick glance between the quills and the two beings before me, a connection formed in my mind. I grip the bright royal blue quill, now recognizing whos it was.
"Huh. The Blue Devil."I let out an exclamation of surprise.
I held the other quill up, a (F/C) vivid colour.
"And, The (F/C) Angel." I exhale again.
I pivot away from the two figures, allowing the quills to slip from my grasp and land softly on the countertop with a faint clatter.
"The Blue Devil and The (F/C) Angel are real." I wonder, interested in this discovery.
"They're real!"
I let my hands fall on the counter, still astonished by what I had encountered from my garage.
"Does this mean Crazy Carl was right this whole time?" I find myself pondering aloud, my thoughts swirling with questions.
Leaving that thought to mull over itself, I reach for my phone, deciding to shoot Maddie a text about this perplexing discovery.
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Inside the cramped cage, Sonic and (Y/N) find themselves together. As soon as Tom averts his gaze at them, with a groggy start, (Y/N) awakens. Her cheeks then tint with a faint blush as she realizes she had been sleeping on top of Sonic. Attempting to extricate herself gracefully, she fumbles in her attempts to disentangle from the situation, repeatedly bumping into the cage's ceiling in her flustered state.
"Sonic!" She whispers hastily, shuffling his arms to wake up.
As he gradually awakens, Sonic's eyes widen in surprise when he notices (Y/N) lying on top of him, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Hastily, they both scramble out of the cage, managing to free themselves with some effort. Once outside, they lean against the bars, using them for support as they regain their footing. Despite their discomfort over the awkward situation, exhaustion begins to weigh heavily on (Y/N), causing her eyelids to droop. In a moment of vulnerability, she stumbles, but Sonic reacts swiftly, catching her before she falls, their eyes meeting in a silent exchange. Locking gazes, they share a fleeting moment of intimacy, their (E/C) and emerald eyes connecting on a deeper level. With a quick expression of gratitude, (Y/N) swiftly rights herself, mouthing a 'Thank you' before resuming her previous position. Meanwhile, Tom, unaware of their interaction, turns around to capture a photo of the hedgehogs, only to drop his phone in shock as he realizes they are awake.
"Donut Lord..?" Sonic inquires, bewildered.
"Morning, Donut Lord." (Y/N) cluelessly yawns and waves normally to Tom, despite that she and Sonic were talking hedgehogs which Tom couldn't seem to understand properly.
Tom holds the counter behind him, alarmed.
"They can talk. Y-you're both not... You're both not here to abduct me, are you?" Tom stutters with tremendous fear.
"You abducted us! " Sonic retorts, (Y/N) next to him nodding and rubbing her eyes.
"Okay, that's a fair point." Tom complys.
"What are you? Why were you both hiding in my garage?" Tom darts more questions with such curiosity, raising an isolated eyebrow.
"We needed somewhere safe, and you're the only person we could think of, Donut Lord!" Sonic demonstrates, Tom becoming more and more provoked.
"Why do you keep calling me Donut Lord?" The irritated man continues questioning.
"Because you talk to donuts, and then eat them if they get out of line." (Y/N) answers back reasonably.
"Again, fair." Tom agrees the second time.
"Wait, wait, wait. Where are all the mushrooms? Why are me and Sonic still on Earth?" Inquisitively, (Y/N) fires off a barrage of questions in rapid succession, her curiosity piqued. Tom, caught off guard and equally perplexed, finds himself at a loss for answers, unable to provide any helpful service whatsoever.
"What are-?" Tom opened his mouth to speak but before he can utter another word, he is abruptly cut off by Sonic.
"Oh no! I lost the rings!" He panicked. Sonic's heart races as panic floods through him, his usually cool demeanor shattered by the sudden surge of fear. (Y/N) slowly rotates towards Sonic, her movements dramatic and deliberate, her expression a mix of shock and incredulity. As the unexpected situation sinks in, anger begins to simmer beneath the surface, gradually rising and bubbling with each passing moment of disbelief.
"What?" Tom's confusion is evident as he cocks his head in bewilderment, while (Y/N) joins him in shocked disbelief, their voices echoing in unison. However, (Y/N)'s voice emerges as the loudest and most laden with anger, cutting through the air with fierce intensity.
"Sonic.." (Y/N) nervously laughs, her giggles tinged with unease, causing Sonic to grow increasingly anxious as he senses something suspicious in her demeanor.
"HOW COULD YOU LOSE OUR RINGS!?" (Y/N) wails stormily, anger curled hot and unstoppable in her gut, like a blazing inferno that wanted to burn her from the inside out.
"I'm sorry! I lost it 'cause of Donut Lord!" Sonic blames, pointing fingers at Tom. Tom glances at (Y/N) anxiously. He grappled with a sense of accusation, his mind clouded by uncertainty regarding his perceived wrongdoing. As her unbridled emotions surged, he found himself threatened by her inability to rein them in, casting a shadow of apprehension over their interaction.
"Donut Lord, what happened to our, RINGS?" She puffs out with frustration, tightly reining in her temper.
"Hey, I have no idea what's going on, and plus, I should be asking questions here, not you!" Tom retaliates, caught in a whirlwind of confusion and anxiety as he absorbs the barrage of (Y/N)'s shouting, feeling unfairly blamed and deeply wounded by the intensity of the confrontation.
Before Tom could delve into further discussion, an abrupt interruption from outside shattered the conversational flow, diverting attention away from Sonic and (Y/N). The disruptive sound echoed through the room, disrupting not only the conversation but also Tom's train of thought, leaving him momentarily stranded in a sea of unresolved thoughts and unspoken words. Tom hears multiple cars driving, and effortlessly gets disturbed.
"What's happening? Is this your mother ship? I'm not in the mood to get probed." He strides over to the window, gaze fixed on the hedgehogs outside, pointing a finger towards the pair with a sense of intrigue.
"You think you're worried? I'm not even wearing pants!" Sonic needlessly adds and allowing (Y/N) to step away from him, revolted from the truth she should've already known. Tom pushes aside the billowing white curtains, peering out to see a peculiar van maneuvering to park near his house.
"What the..." Tom speaks softly. Sonic and (Y/N) peer out from beneath Tom, their eyes widening in terror as they spot the familiar van outside. "AH! They're coming for us!" Sonic's voice echoes with panic.
"Who's coming for you guys? What's that got to do with me?" He retorts brusquely, still troubled by the fact that their problems have now become his burden.
"We don't have time to explain, but you have to help us!" (Y/N) implicitly responds with an urgent need for Tom's help.
"No I don't! ... Why?" Tom began to ponder earnestly, consumed by a genuine desire to uncover the reason behind it all.
"Well my legs, which normally would be classified as lethal weapons, feel like spaghetti." Sonic commented, with an unnecessary point to mention about his legs.
"And my head and legs, which would also be classified as lethal weapons also feel like spaghetti. We need your help. Please. It's life or death." (Y/N) adopts a pleading expression, her eyes shimmering with an irresistible puppy-dog gaze, while Sonic fixes Tom with a look of desperate appeal, silently urging him for assistance. Leaving Tom to ponder the situation for a moment, the weight of their collective expectations hanging in the air, he deliberates carefully before arriving at his final decision.
"Alright, follow me." Tom heaves a weary sigh, the weight of the day's events pressing heavily upon him. Sonic and (Y/N) eagerly trail behind him, their faces lit up with excitement, but their enthusiasm quickly turns to confusion as they unexpectedly find themselves sprawled on the ground. Bewildered, they exchange puzzled glances, realizing they had taken an invisible step, mistaking solid ground for an illusionary footing.
"Uh, a little help?" Sonic inaudibly asks with his face flat on the ground.
"Please!" (Y/N) also squeaks helplessly.
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★ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 11 ★
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❥ I was really excited to do chapter eleven, so I'm happy it worked out. Obviously, there are some new parts I added to the scene like having Tom's thoughts being read and also having (Y/N) in the scene. Not gonna lie, this was a really fun chapter to improvise and have fun with so I hope you feel the same way I do. I will update some parts if necessary, but for now... Peace! <3
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