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Post by emojar on Oct 15, 2009 19:37:06 GMT -5
aw it was okay. Too bad it got deleted.... I think ya'll would've liked that story alot ^^
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demon amy
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Post by demon amy on Oct 16, 2009 14:15:07 GMT -5
nice story emojar
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Post by Meredy_Chao on Oct 17, 2009 10:20:56 GMT -5
Yeah it's nice.
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Post by emojar on Oct 17, 2009 21:02:57 GMT -5
Gracias. But I think you'll like it better when I upload more! LIKEEEE NOW! XD
*ps there is a 1 bad word in the next update. Just one*
By the time we finally got out of the ground and into some type of house, I had stopped crying and had started laughing, probably form the amount of stress I felt. But who could blame me? Apparently they didn’t know their way around the tunnels as well as they thought they had, because, in some point in time, Tails had set me down on my feet to argue with Sonic about which way was the right way. THEN after deciding that Sonic’s way was the right way, we ending up in a room full of lava which ended up freaking me out after my long time fear of being burned. So after that, I joined the argument (which didn’t help at all because I have the directional sense of a rock) until we got out of the tunnels and into the sun.
“HALLELLUAH!” I sang to the orange toned sky, seeing the old, but well kept house on top of the hill. “It’s civilization!”
“Well, it probably wouldn’t have taken us so long if Sonic would have just let me-”
“Oh shut up!” Sonic snapped at Tails, obviously annoyed with our little adventure through the bowels of hell.
Tails rolled his eyes but said nothing, so I was the next to speak, “Hey, if I go in there,” ‘there’ meaning the house of coarse, “is Knuckles going to kill me?”
That seemd to lighten the mood a bit as Sonic chuckled and said, “If he tried, I’ll protect you.”
I gave a small smile but his words did little to reassure me at all. So as we walked in I half hid behind Tails, who found quite a bit of amusement in my fear. I glanced about the scarcely furnished living room and saw that it was occupied by Julie, Espio, some random kid my age I didn’t know, Knuckles, who was sprawled out on a very beat up couch, and a bee, who after some time I recognized to be Charmy.
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Post by Meredy_Chao on Oct 19, 2009 14:14:45 GMT -5
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH AWESOME! XD ok really it's cool
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Post by emojar on Oct 21, 2009 19:06:23 GMT -5
thanks. Now guys, before I actually start typing and posting the rest of the story, I just want to warn you guys that the characters might not... ummm, how should I put this?
If Sonic seems a little arrogent and if Tails seems a little annoyed by it all, just remember that this is what I think their personalities would be like 8 years into the future.
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Post by ¢¾¢¾The_Blue_Blur¢¾¢¾ on Oct 23, 2009 15:08:57 GMT -5
Ok, I understand. This is very interesting.
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Post by emojar on Oct 24, 2009 19:38:49 GMT -5
Bwahahaha! Thank and I'm feeling lazy XD sooo.... idk when the next update will be ^^ Sorry peepz
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Post by ¢¾¢¾The_Blue_Blur¢¾¢¾ on Oct 24, 2009 21:40:47 GMT -5
It's all right.
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Post by ~~Cookie the Rabbit~~ on Oct 25, 2009 13:12:52 GMT -5
You double posted...
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Post by emojar on Oct 26, 2009 19:08:58 GMT -5
It was an accident, I'm sure.
So I wrote a little bit! Here ya go!
I gave a small smile but his words did little to reassure me at all. So as we walked in I half hid behind Tails, who found quite a bit of amusement in my fear. I glanced about the scarcely furnished living room and saw that it was occupied by Julie, Espio, some random kid my age I didn’t know, Knuckles, who was sprawled out on a very beat up couch, and a bee, who after some time I recognized to be Charmy.
Knuckles looked up and grunted a ‘hello’. It was the young echidna looking-like-thing that asked, “What happened to you guys?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” sonic muttered, sitting on the other end of the tattered couch, his quills embedding in the sofa cushions.
“Well… Nothing’s missing…” Knuckles stated begrudgingly. “But I still don’t trust her.”
“Kitten.” Tails put in, pulling me over to the kitchen to sit on a bar stool.
“What?”
“Kitten. Her name is Kitten, Knux,” Tails continued, browsing through the fridge as I watched the scene like it was TV.
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Post by emojar on Nov 10, 2009 20:35:30 GMT -5
MOAR NOW PLEASE THANK YOU
“Alright then- Kitten,” Knuckles said, sneering at my name, “How’d you get here?”
I clicked my tongue thinking, ‘CHANGE THE CHANNEL’ but started off, “Well.. I’ll be honest. I’m not quite sure.”
They all gave me incredulous looks and Knuckles said accusingly, “See? She won’t even tell us how in the world she got here. Why should we trust her?”
Sonic rolled his eyes and stated, “No, she said she doesn’t know how, not that she doesn’t want to tell us.”
“Well I do have a working theory…” I said, watching Tails as he sat a plate of stir-fry in front of me. He wondered off to another part of the kitchen and when he came back he said, “Well then, do tell.”
He gave me a for then sat down beside me, waiting for me to continue. I sighed and started, “This is probably going to sound crazy but, where I came from you all are video game characters.” I looked around the room and although a few eyebrows were raised, no one really said anything, so I continued, “And I already told you guys I haven’t always been mobian…” I picked up my fork, feeling anxious about what I was going to tell them next. Pushing the food around on my plate I blurted out, “Back on my world, I used to be a human that liked playing video games with you guys in it. So I was replaying Sonic Adventure 2 Battle and I was at the cut scene where the Master emerald gets broken and after it did, all the sudden my TV started glowing green, and BAM! I’m in that cave with all you guys staring at me.”
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Post by ¢¾¢¾The_Blue_Blur¢¾¢¾ on Nov 19, 2009 10:51:27 GMT -5
Wow! So cool!
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demon amy
Shadow Fellow
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Post by demon amy on Nov 19, 2009 10:54:53 GMT -5
cant wait for more
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Post by cookiexxcity on Nov 26, 2009 18:29:40 GMT -5
very very good
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