Why Sonaze?Some people have been asking, where the idea of Sonaze came from. Currently, three Sonic games (Sonic Rush, Sonic Rush Adventure and Sonic & The Black Knight) contain friendly situations between Sonic and Blaze and even a bit romantic (Especially the scene in SatBK, where Sonic saves Blaze/Percival from falling).
I decided to find everything that contains Sonaze.
Blaze's first appearance, and also first hints of Sonaze
Sonic meets Amy in Zone 6 (Sonic's story), Sonic asks Amy has she seen Eggman or a cat girl called Blaze, Amy answers: "A girl? PLEASE TELL ME WHAT SONIC WANTS FROM THIS CAT GIRL!" thinking at first Sonic is looking for Blaze, because he "loves" her.
When Sonic questions Blaze about her nature first time, Blaze refuses to give information and leaves with Cream. Sonic meets Blaze again in Eggman Nega's base, he once again questions about her nature. Blaze turns and attacks on him, because she wants to do everything alone on he
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Mickey could still hear Minnie screaming his name in fear, even though by now she was long gone. The curse had swallowed her up, and now she could be anywhere in the Tower of Terror. Though he had been unable to save his other friends, who were now searching for him in the same tower, Mickey had a desperate thought that maybe he could get to her before it was too late. He didn't know what he could do, but staying still meant that the others would try to get him cursed as well. No doubt about it, this was the worst Halloween ever!
He was checking every room, and was about to leave this one, when he noticed a strange sight that only became stranger the more he looked at. An Egyptian casket was standing up against a wall, and blue smoke was emerging from within. He recognized the smoke from when his friends had returned in their cursed forms, so this had to be where Minnie was. There was no time to think of a plan of action,
EM:Somewhat FamiliarMickey was walking around the eerie forgottoness that was the Wasteland; he suddenly noticed something odd on the ground. It was a head! A very familiar one at that, as Mickey got closer, he recognized the identity of the head immediately.EM:Somewhat Familiar5 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Donald? Is that you?!" Mickey squeaked, hardly believing he'd ever find a familiar face in a place like this. Obviously this was not the same Donald Duck that Mickey grew up with, but at this point of trying to find an instant way out, it's safe to say that something or some one of familiarity was better than a "Whole New World." (Pun intended)
"You! You're alive! Oh boy, am I glad to see you!" Donald's animatronic head quacked excitedly, "Uh, do you think you could help me out?"
"Sure thing buddy, but, uh, what happened to the rest of your body?" Mickey asked as politely as he could in hopes of not upsetting the duck of his obvious predicament of being just a head.
"That's what I need your help with. Ya see, one of the Mad Doctor's Beetl
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That is what this day has been.
We went to pay our respects to Dad earlier today; Mickey, the kids, and I. After that was all said and done, we headed back home to Disneyland. I was still clutching the present I had been carrying around all day.
At first, I thought I was going to set it down when we went to pay our respects, but something stopped me. A feeling. Perhaps intuition? I don't know, but something didn't feel right about it. Leaving it there outside, exposed to the elements, wild creatures, and who knows what else. Instead, I decided to hold onto it until we got back home. This probably seemed strange, but the others silently understood.
We soon headed back to Disneyland. As we entered the park, I told Mickey and the kids that there was something I needed to do and that I would catch up with them later. They agreed and I promised to be back in a little while. Before leaving, my brother turned to me and put his hand on
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"We've got a big problem, Scarlet!" the voice of Ludwig Von Drake panicked into Mickey's ear, and the mouse had to struggle not to yell 'Gee, ya think?!' Not that he could respond to the microchip in his ear right now anyway his attention had to be given all over the place. First, to Minnie, who was still sitting on the stage, wiggling her way out of the ropes around her wrists. Second, to the fire that was devouring the musty building, with planks of wood falling from the ceiling as they could no longer be supported. Third, and most directly, was Mortimer, and the sword fight that was ensuing between mouse and rat. Whatever problem Ludwig and Gyro were having, it would have to wait.
Yet Ludwig continued, and to add onto the problems, his voice was fading in and out. "Someone's trying to hack into our systems! We might lose communication with you, just hang -" The sentence was cut off by a harsh sounding
CM - It's Evil Clock TimeAll was peace and quiet within the bedroom of the Clockman, the only audible sounds being the soft ticking heartbeats of the dozens upon dozens of clocks that lined the walls and took up any square foot of bare space within the decently-sized room. The clocks' combined clock hands moved together as one, meticulously tracking the progression of each hour of every day, ticking along in perfect sync with each other. Every make and model, size and style of time keeper could be found there. Quirky cuckoo clocks, fashionable designer timepieces, aged antique chronometers, stopwatches and pocket watches, even an ancient stone sundial all thrived within the enclosed space, serving to compliment the presence of an enormous grandfather clock that rested upon its back in the very center of the room. Despite the fact that this monster of a time regulator had had its ticker removed to create space for a single weary occupant, the old gramps kept up a steady rhythm along with all the other clocks inCM - It's Evil Clock Time4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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A lone rabbit sat dejectedly upon a cold, stone floor. His ebony fur, with only his face showing any white whatsoever, was smothered in caked dirt and dried blood. Probably from the many beatings that he had received in his time of captivity. Clasped to his neck, wrists, and ankles were magic-restraining chains, keeping him from trying to escape from his small prison. His sky blue and black jacket and shorts were tattered and worn, rips and tears being seen on every place imaginable on them. It seemed that they were also a bit too small for him.
Outside of the room, a single torch is lit, allowing a small amount of light to reflect into the cell, the only light, other than his own, that was visible. The rabbit looked up, the light from the fire illuminating his sad aquamarine eyes. That light source, small as it may be, was one of the only things he could grasp onto to keep from losing himself.
He had been trapped in this place for twelve years now. Twelve years since he'd b
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Mickey was running out of ideas on how to make his wife happy this particular evening, and his wallet had suffered plenty enough. All along the boardwalk, he had tried to indulge into what he thought would be her every pleasure, from ridiculous games with gigantic teddy bears to foods that would make a nutritionist weep. While a smile would be on her face after such a gift, it would soon falter afterwards, and she would resume the same strange expression she had worn all day. It wasn't so much unhappiness as it appeared to be worry, perhaps? Guilt? Hesitation? He found it difficult to pinpoint what, exactly, since she had been so reluctant to tell him what was on her mind. He couldn't stand to see her this way, whatever way it was, but the pier along which they walked now offered little to his imagination.
The night had come with the moon in full glory, and the couple was holding hands, silent. They were the only th