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THEY DID THE MASH

Who: ERRYBODY
What: CURSES
Where: ALL OVER THE SCHOOL
When: Halloween night through November 7th.
Warnings: 2spooky.

It was a dark and stormy night--

Well, no. It wasn't. In fact, it was rather cool and clear, a perfect October evening for the perfect October celebration. Stars winked above, the choice accompaniment to the orange moon looming overhead. Tonight. Tonight would be a party.

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But just as the sun begins to set, the sound of cackling can be heard ringing through campus, the harbinger of what could only be described as Halloween Shenanigans.

Woe betide those that fell into her path.

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Well, Sonic was still going along with it. Consider them both equally as weird, the weirdos.

...

That remark, though. That had Shadow twirling to face him, eyes sharp as those of an eagle, gaze as intense as that of a puma on the prowl. Excuse him, Sonic? What was that?

"And just what is that supposed to be mean?" He spoke with a soft growl under his tone, a very noticeable one. Was he implying that Shadow wanted to mother pups?

Wow. No.

He'd rather Chaos Control those babies into space before he did that.

"You tell me," Sonic requested, holding a hand out as if Shadow could just pay up that information like a debt owed to him. He started this nonsense so that was practically true in Sonic's eyes. "Do we need to get you a dog?"

...

Okay, conversation over. This was segwaying into plain stupidity from disgusting banter. As if Shadow needed more than a verbal retort, he flicked his hand out to swat at the offered one, grumpily sneering.

"Shut up."

Shadow the Hedgehog knew how to behave like an adult.

Like Sonic was any better? He's still a teenager, after all. Look at your life, Shadow. You argue with a teenage boy.

His response was initially nothing but a snort, withdrawing his palms and relaxing it against his hip. "You're right. You can't even take care of a Chao --" Which triggered a moment of concern along his features. He looked back toward the school and wondered what time it was.

"How's he been?" Sonic asked, voice just barely a feather kissing the wind. He hadn't seen much of... well, anyone. He had to leave their Chao with him, even though Sonic wasn't sure it was a good idea at the time.

Edited 2012-11-20 20:09 (UTC)

Shadow was a fifty-year-old in his prime, ageless and almighty, bearing strength and brain capacity beyond anyone's wildest dreams, yet here he was, arguing with a teenage boy. Such is the life of the Ultimate Lifeform.

Another standard in the life of the Ultimate Lifeform was catastrophe, such as the kind that a little Chao could wreak upon a room. Oh no.

"Alone."

That was all he muttered before he twirled to run off, yet he halted long enough to glare at him over his shoulder.

"You're coming with me." Who knows what he's done? He's been... who knows how long in that room, the whole, entire time he'd be tiny. That was very, very bad.

"'Alo— Alone?! Are you kiddin' me?!" One exasperated sigh later, however, and Sonic was right on Shadow's tail, if not running past it to get him moving again. "We are so not gettin' you a dog!"

You know... the running, even if he had to tone it down a tad, was refreshing when he wasn't bent out of shape and exhausted.

As agitated as he was with the Chao being left to its own devices (despite it being out of both of their control), he was smiling at the rush of lava through his thighs and the smoke on his heels. That gripping and satisfying escalation of a natural power coursing through every tugging fabric of his build. It was joy personified inside the rush, bottled and shaken up and exploding with every turn at a corner brimming with opportunity to shine. Within and without, Sonic the Hedgehog was all the same, an integrity unmatched, no matter the challenge to his periphery.

He glanced over at the other hedgehog beside him, an urge to give him crap for his failures as fleeting as the moment one could have the blue blur himself in their sights. Ultimate Failure came to mind, but Sonic held his tongue. Just for now, he didn't want to say anything. He'd wait and see what he would do when they arrived.

Oh, Shadow was not very pleased with Sonic's clear blindness to logic. He snarled, nose wrinkling in purest disgust as he retaliated with, "You fool! I could not possibly have entered my room in that state, nor did I have the help to. Now," he added, turning his head away from him, "kindly stop prattling and follow me."

With that, he sped up, waiting for his nagging rival to hurry up and be at his side, as he did tend to do. If anyone was going to be the mother, it was him. He certainly had enough maternal protectiveness for it, it seemed.

He didn't bother waiting for him as he leaped through the complex's doors, making a beeline up the stairs and hurriedly shuffling the keys from his spines. He popped the door open, and on the bed, right then and there...

Oh.

The Chao was perfectly fine, albeit a bit filthy, sleeping.

Shadow blinked in a clear stupor. How did he go seven days without eating?! Unless-

...

Unless all those scattered, empty pudding cups had something to do with it.

Fuck his life to pieces.

Sonic had remained rather silent for the remainder of their journey back to Shadow's quarters, which was a miracle all its own, but he told himself to pipe down and let this ride. Upon arrival, he didn't expect the worst, optimism as high as ever that the Chao would have made its own way while lacking supervision and, heh heh, boy, was he ever right.

Sonic whistled as he peeked around the room, standing up behind Shadow with a smirk.

"Look what you've done," he started, gesturing to the barren cups cluttering up his floor. "You've raised a dessert-seeking monster on a path of sugary carnage."

"My intent was not to raise him like this, you smug, spiny little--"

Shadow was cut off in that instant, face ravaged by a little Chao clinging to his cheeks. The little guy had a... rocky relationship with his evil stepmom, that's for sure, but he was still so happy to see him. That, and he was kind of thankful for his pudding stash, too.

For that, he just stood there, hands balled up into fists, yet he took no action. He was sure that would just rile Sonic up, and frankly, he didn't feel like dealing with an angry hedgehog today. He just wanted to catch up on business-oriented matters and get back on track.

Kiiiind of hard to do that with a Chao clinging to his face, though. At least he was looking at Sonic now, the biggest possible grin on his face. Good, Chao, go cling to his face, too. Make it even.

Sonic's snickers speared through the air and probably right through his friend's patience, the Chao making for a very interesting show of how enduring Shadow the Hedgehog can be. Ah, this truly a test of limits. Sonic could only do so much but he couldn't plaster himself to Shadow's face like that. ~~I guess.~~

The body language was clear, however, and Sonic stepped in closer to defuse the impending violence before it got out of hand. Y'know... Again. One hopefully pacifying touch to Shadow's shoulder and an outreached hand to the Chao later would be enough, at least as far as their little buddy was concerned, who was more than happy to say hello to Dad. Mom. Uncle. Whatever.

"Theeeere we go," he sang for its progress from Shadow's cheek to Sonic's forehead, using his arm like a slide to get there. Up, down, and plop! Right between the eyes.

Edited 2012-11-23 17:15 (UTC)

Ah, Sonic could plaster his mouth to Shadow's face like that, but that was besides the point. At least the little guy made his migration nice and smooth, leaving Shadow relieved and free from the mighty grasp of Chao. He awkwardly brought a hand up to rub at his cheek. It was a bit damp; did the Chao just slobber on him? Rude.

"You," he gestured to his larger blue companion, "owe me that pudding's worth of money."

He paused, calculating the amount briefly in his mind as he scanned over the scattered trash littering his floor.

"That will come to about three-hundred-and-twenty rings."

Wait, what?

Yeah, excuse you?

"A-aw, hey! C'mon, Shadow! Your pudding stash saved the little guy's life! Isn't that repayment enough?"

Edited 2012-11-23 17:27 (UTC)

"Hm."

Shadow pondered for a moment, clearly taking into consideration how important this grave pudding issue was.

"Fine.

"Two-hundred-and-twenty rings."

"Shadow!" Sonic snapped, the Chao chirping the two syllables, echoing one of his two failures for parents. He had since twisted to lay on his belly between his ears, comfortable flopped over on his skull that way. "I ain't got anything like that just lying around!" LIAR. But that was beside the point...

Sonic withdrew the minimal contact he had with Shadow and crossed his arms against his chest. After a moment he bopped his fist into his palm and pointed at him.

"Zero rings!"

"Liar."

Oho, Sonic, no. Shadow knew him better than that. He could easily get 220 rings after a nice 5-minute run in the right place. Bull. Shit.

"Two-hundred-and-twenty rings. That is final. That is, unless..."

He flicked his hand in his direction, the most unimpressed look bubbling onto his face. "You are...

lazy."

Oh, he went there.

"Lazy? Ya wanna talk lazy? Let's talk about...

your socks."

Oh.

His socks.

... Wait, what?

"What about them?" Shadow quirked a brow. What exactly was he going on about now?

"You know what!" He's been to your room plenty of times, after all, Shadow... even if you weren't there. ~~Oh.~~

"If there's anythin' bigger than your pudding stash, it's your cynicism followed by your dirty socks shoved in the closet."

Edited 2012-11-23 18:46 (UTC)

Wh...

What.

"How," he slowly began, his face looking purely horrified. Sonic had breeched his privacy? Not only that, but he did so when he had laundry buildup?! "How do you know about that?"

It's not like Shadow wore dirty socks or anything! He just waited until the last clean pair before he went to the dry cleaner's. Chaos.

"Doesn't matter," he replied cooly, hands in opposing swipes to cut off the questions. Besides, Shadow knowing the answer would get him thrown out the window.

The Chao began to slide away down the back of Sonic's head until he was sprinting across the floor, heading right for the closet as if this needed immediate investigation.

"But I'm the last person y'need to be callin' lazy. Least I wash my socks every week."

"I wash them when it is necessary," snarled Shadow, noticing closely how the Chao scampered off. That little thing better not be planning on doing anything. "Unlike you, I organize my schedule very neatly so I waste as little time as possible."

Hey, little Chao, guess what you might find in that closet, by the way?

Look in that clothes hamper. Look at all those ~~Eggman's robots~~ dirty socks. How many pairs does he even have?!

"What?" Sonic lifted a hand up to his ear. "Your life lacks spontaneity and is boring? Yeah, I know."

Once Sonic hears a door creak open, he can't help but immediately look toward the room door. That remained untouched, so bathroom and then - Ah-ha!

"Well, well! Would'ja look at that?"

LOOK AT ALL THOSE NASTY SOCKS, SON. The Chao plopped its green paw right down on its nonexistent nose. ~~ur gross, dad~~

Sonic might have called it boring, but Shadow preferred to call it neat, arranged, and logically put together. Spontaneity wasn't the perfect way of handling life. It would only land him in trouble.

Of course, what else was also imperfect?

Piles of dirty socks. That's what.

"Those are being held in the correct container," he asserted, glaring daggers at them both. "They are not being handled lazily, such as haphazardly tossing them to the side. I fail to see your point."

Because dirty socks were unnatural, obviously. He couldn't bear to imagine if Sonic just left his lying around without a care. Ick...

Edited 2012-11-25 03:50 (UTC)

"The point is you're hidin' 'em in a closet like a bunch'a skeletons!" Sonic joined the Chao in poking his head through the door, looking at the heap with a smirk. Just to make a point, he leaned back with his nose pinched, waving at the pile with his free hand. "And they smell." He leaned back in. Sniffed. "Bad." Back out. "Like you."

Shadow made it a point to grab him by the wrist, dragging him in closely so their noses would be touching, and he hissed straight in his face, breath smelling of typical morning breath. (Hey, he never brushed this morning, didn't he? Eugh. He better get to fixing that.)

"And you smell of filth and salt like any dog."

Oh, yes, he went there.

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