The Punk Shop: Fiona Fox TGMore Like This
Carl heard about a new shop that had just opened. They specialized in a more "punk" attire. Carl was someone who wore leather and chains often, so this store was big for him. So when he got a fair amount of extra cash he went straight for the store.
He entered and was greeted to a store that had just about everything he could hope for in a clothing store. Carl browsed through the aisles picking out a lot of different outfits to wear throughout the weeks. He dropped about $100 into the store and left a happy customer.
Carl returned home with all the clothes. He put it through the wash and it was all ready to wear. Carl had plans to go out with his best friend Samantha and Tyler, so he would be able to debut his new clothes with them. He laid out all of his new clothes to decide what to pick. Carl picked out a black tank top, fingerless gloves, and tight black pants, all leather. Along with it, he got a loose spike belt and black leather boots. He had about two hours before S
Loosing MeMore Like This
Loosing something was a concept Robotnik fully understood on both sides. It was a harsh fact that he never denied its existence or its truth. Loss was a part of the world and something every person would have to face in the end, no matter how much one would make attempts to prolong it.
He didn’t sugar the matter to himself. He knows well what the feeling is like to loose something important… or feeling how it was necessary to take something away from another. Each circumstance surrounding each incident differed, though, resulting in differing emotions. How much it hurt when he learned of the unjust deaths of his grandfather and cousin. Believing that with each passing day, world leaders began to view their people more as less then sentiment beings who were not to be trusted, having their freedom and individually stripped in the process. He remembered when his mother and father passed away and how he felt there was nothing left to bother sticking around for anymore. When he
New MeMore Like This
All of the patience he had been holding onto with a mental strong grip. Fierce determination one would have difficulty keeping. Constantly going back to the drawing board when failure occurred. The hard work. On-going efforts. The drive he kept going when others would quit was something one would admire but also fear.
It was all about to pay off.
“The temperature is stable, and the heart rate and pulse is at the expected point of development.” A medical pawn informed it's creator.
The heavyset man temporarily turned his attention to the robot. “Wonderful! How is the status on the brain development and the rest of the organs?”
“The chemical balance is average, and the brain cells have successfully developed. No complications or health risks with the organs came up in the scan. The current hormone growth status also came up positive. The genetic test came out positive- except for an odd looking chromosome in one of it's genes. It is harmless, so far from wha
Sonic X- At Your BedsideMore Like This
Small fingers ran across cream and butterscotch colored bristles of stiff fur, which were normally soft. Gently, those fingers caressed and soothed the rabbit who had that fur, as to comfort her. Some of those very bristles of that same fur were almost charred and or cut short at some parts, while the butterscoth parts surrounding the rabbit’s brown eyes being left untouched. Her breathing was currently peaceful, despite what she had just been through.
“Chris?” Cream asked.
“Yes?” Chris replied.
Cream lifted her head up and looked up at the copper haired human, “Do you think momma is going to be okay?”
“I’m not sure, Cream.” Chris moved his hand down to caress the rabbit’s forehead. “But I know that the doctors are doing the best they can right now.”
It was almost about four hours ago since it happened. Both Cream, her chao Cheese, and her mother Vanilla, were caught completely by surprise. While walking home