Miles “Tails” Prower had always liked the rain, well.. when it wasn’t thundering. Thankfully it wasn’t right then and was the first of many downpours that were going to happen in the state. The hurricane hadn’t even come to hit shore yet, and it was already filling the streets with water.
He felt water starting to seep into his shoes, making walking uncomfortable. Though he didn’t have rain boots, he had his yellow raincoat, which he had had for years. But he kinda wished he had brought an umbrella since rain was showering him in the face. After a few minutes of treading the concrete, keeping his eyes lowered and traveling by memory, he looked up to see that one of the stores had a crowd in front of it. Confused as to why they were all out there in the rain like that, he studied them as he walked by. On closer inspection, it was a protest. All of them were humans, and they held some posters.
“Characters are not safe from themselves.”
“Why should we trust THEM.”
“Toons are still corrupted.”
“We’ll wake up this town, then the country!”
Tails didn’t know what in the world they were mad about. He just assumed the group was filled with prejudices, which really wouldn’t be that big of a surprise. He faced forward again, still being sure to not get anyone’s attention. If people saw who he was, he would be in big trouble. After a couple more minutes, he soon arrived at Creative Colors. The fox opened the glass door, hearing the ring of the bell above him.
“Welcome to Creative Colors, a store of art with no uncreativity. So no green. But don’t take my word for it,” a red puppet-like clerk leaned on the counter, some thick strings of yarn on his face fluttered as he spoke.
“Hey Red,” Tails greeted, closing the door behind him, “How have you been?”
“Good as I can ever be, considering I’ll still have to work through the hurricane,” he responded, his monotone English accent sounding as sleep-deprived as ever.
“Really, why’s that? I thought all stores not carrying grocery were supposed to close?”, Tails approached the counter, removing his hood. Red was one of the few people who wouldn’t tell a soul about him and the others.
“Paige is strict about keeping this place open, it’s policy for her. If I’m living, I should be at this counter during my hours... Even if the ceiling is being torn off the store.”
“Oh, well... sorry that you still have to work..”
“Eh, I’ll live, probably. I just hope Bird and Manny don’t burn down the house while it floods. But enough about me, you came for your order... Pastel blues, shades light, darker, and darker.. all medium containers. Is that right?”, Red said, as he begun scrolling through the computer next to him.
“Yep, that’s it.”
“Hmm, oh.. and sorry for not being able to get the greens you wanted. You know..”
“Yeah, I had forgot... It’s fine though, I can manage.”
“Improvising, I like that... Well, I’ve got your paints ready and packaged. This is the smallest order you’ve made so far..”, Red picked up and placed the box on the counter.
Tails rubbed the back of his neck, “I’ve been thinking of a project pertaining to my blueprints from a while back, so I just got the paints I needed for one last painting before get started.”
“Sounds interesting,” Red sluggishly tapped the buttons on the register, “That’ll be fifteen dollars and sixty-two cents.”
Tails handed him the cash, and Red rung the money.
“Thank you for shopping at Creative Colors, and please come again… if you’re not wearing green,” Red handed him the box. He could feel the slick outside through his gloves, it was made to be water resistant for rainy days like these.
“Bye, Red. And stay safe,” Tails lifted his hood and started walking towards the door.
“I’ll try, you and your friends be safe especially..”, Red waved, once again slumping against the counter.
The kitsune exited the store, hugging the package in his arms. He began to walk back down the street, continuing to avoid any interaction with other people.
He came to the area where the protest was taking place, they were a lot closer than before. Tails’ pace started to quicken as he became nervous, maybe if he got away faster they wouldn’t see him... But his attempt failed.
One of the protesters noticed him.
The fox jumped, startled, he froze in place. He wanted to keep going, get back to the others, but his legs wouldn’t let him.
Why does this always happen to me?
The sound of nearing feet pattered the ground, “You’re character, aren’t you? I can tell because of that lump on your back, trying to hide your tail! Why were you walking so fast, scared to see your people being hated?”
Tails stayed quiet, keeping his eyes glued down and his face hidden. The man’s threatening tone was starting to scare him.
“Hey! I’m talking to you!”, he wrenched his arm back, forcing the kid to face him. Tails dropped his package in the process.
The second the man saw him, his eyes widened.
“Holy shit, it’s you!”, he exclaimed, his grip on Tails’ arm ending.
“Tom, what are you doing? We’re trying to protest, not annoy people passing by-”, a woman confronted him from the crowd, she saw the fox as well and she had the same reaction. “Woah, is that…”
“Yeah, this is their leader. He’s one of the eight who went missing,” Tom grimaced.
“Missing? He doesn’t look so missing to me..”
“Yeah, why don’t you explain that to me, Digi.”
He grabbed the chest of Tails’ coat, he also caught some fur, and when he yanked him forward he winced.
“What are you guys doing?”, another person followed, along with a few others behind them.
“I’ve found a little something,” Tom hissed, turning back, “you’ll never believe who it is.”
“Hey, that’s the fox!”
“What’s he doing here?”
“Wow.. is that…”
“I thought he was hiding..”
The people reacted to Tails like he belonged in a zoo, he had enough. He tried to escape, by pulling himself back with all his strength, but to no avail.
“Don’t try leaving now, freak,” Tom jerked him back in place, the rest of the protesters were cluttering around them, “Let’s see if you’re the real deal..”
Suddenly he grabbed onto the kitsune’s neck, squeezing hard. Tails choked, unable to breathe.
A new but familiar voice was heard amongst the people. The hold around Tails’ throat loosens, he gasps for air. They all turn to see where the voice came from. Everyone blinks in awe.
“Alright, that’s enough - back off the kid,” a grey and white rabbit approached the two, a stern look was on his face.
“Why should I?”, Tom barked.
“Oh, I dunno.. Maybe before I call the authorities saying that ya assaulted a minor…”
The man’s face dropped, he stared at the star just before letting go of the fox. Tails gently wrapped his hand around his aching neck.
“You’re lucky you’re famous, anyone would believe you… You just said that to protect your own kind!”, the man’s scowl returned.
“Actually, he ain’t my kind, doc. He’s a Digi, and I’m a Toon..”
“All of you characters are the same!”, he huffed and started walking off. The others hesitantly followed soon after.
The two characters watched them for a few moments.
“Are ya okay, kid?”, Bugs put a hand on his shoulder, “Ya need t’ be more careful around these protesters, ya never know what they’re gonna do..”
“Y-Yeah... Th-Thank you..”, Tails muttered, still caressing his hurting neck.
“Don’t mention it,” he replied, giving a soft smile. He noticed the box on the ground, and picked it up, “I’m assuming this is yours..”
He handed the box to him, the fox took it carefully with both hands. “Yeah,” Tails murmured.
He started to slowly back away, before turning, but the Toon stopped him.
“Hey, you be safe, okay? I.. I dunno what you’re doin’ nowadays… But just be wary, especially with this hurricane comin’.”
“Yes sir..”, Tails replied, he didn’t want to be rude... But he really just wanted to get home.
Bugs noticed this, “You can go, eh… tell Yakko I think about ‘im. I heard what happened to Dot..”
Tails’ ears lowered under his hood, “I-I’ll be sure to…”
“Thanks, kid. Bye now.”
The two went their separate ways. Tails raced home, not bothering to keep himself unnoticed.
A big dog laid back in his desk chair, a fudgesicle in hand. A short white rabbit sat below the desk, holding two generic action figures. He spouted random phrases in differentiating voices, making explosion sound effects everytime they tapped one another. Suddenly stopping, he stared at the two figures, after a few moments... He threw them out the window, crashing and shattering the glass whilst doing so. Max The Lagomorph rested his hands at his sides.
“Sam, could you repeat that info statement pointlessly - before I shoot myself in the head in boredom?”, he asked the dog casually.
“Sure thing, little guy… Well, when we got that soon-to-be-identified-as Sammy Squirrel back here, we waited until he awoken from his coma-esk slumber. We asked why he tried turning the mayor and the who-it’s into ground beef, but he responded with ‘I dunno what you’re talking about, I don’t remember anything!’”, Sam read the statement he had written down, every once in a while taking a lick of his ‘sicle.
“My favorite part was when we got to lock him in the closet with a bunch of venomous snakes,” Max replied.
Just after, a muffled cry was heard from said closet.
“Yep, but I’m sure he’ll be fine,” Sam chuckled. He then stuck the entire fudgesicle in his mouth, taking it off its stick. He swallows it and then continued reading. “What we noticed is that he was foaming at the mouth like he had rabies or something… but then when he had awoken, he was normal. Well, as normal as a cartoon squirrel could be…”
He flipped back and forth between the two pages, one his statement, the other was an identification paper of the Toon.
“What interests me, is that he has no criminal record, nor does he have any negative health history… and characters can’t contract earthly diseases… So what did he have?”
“You mean he doesn’t usually foam at the mouth and chase civilians?”, Max asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Well, pal… Sorry to break it to ya, but not everyone does that…”
“Really?”, the lagomorph said, in what sounded like genuine surprise.
The rickety door of the office opened, revealing to be Bugs Bunny.
“Well welcome back!”, Sam greeted, sitting straight in his chair.
“Get over here ya ol’ stinker!”, Max squeaked, hugging the taller rabbit. He looked up at him, “How’s our undercover cop doin’?”
“I think it’s exhausting already, I dunno how you guys do it…”, Bugs replied honestly.
“You got that right, it really grinds my gears when I step in chewed gum on the asphalt.. then it gets stuck on the bottom of my foot…”, Sam made a false frown.
“Yeah, that’s when I track them down and shoot them,” Max said, “It’s my favorite pastime, really.”
“Huh, well, I just had a little thing where a few anti-character protesters were harassing a kid…”, said Bugs, taking off his raincoat.
Sam’s face froze, before turning blank in disbelief, “Really..?”
“Yeah, I think he was on his way home from Creative Colors. When I saw him, a guy had ahold of him by the neck… I dunno what would’ve happened if I wasn’t there..”
“Ugh, well that’s something to worry about. It’s already bad enough that we have those missing persons..”, Sam frowned, this time it was a real one.
Bugs was about to say something about the kid being Tails, but he shut his mouth before he could say anything. He thought it was for the better Sam and Max didn’t know that.. Especially since the three of them were supposed to be on the lookout for him and the others. Sam nor Max would fire him, but he was sure the commissioner would if he find out, and he would surely kick him out before he could utter a syllable. He was a chill guy, but when it came to getting the job done - he was strict.
Bugs changed the subject, “While I was gone, what did you guys figure out?”
“Not much, we may need the help of The Geek… I have a feeling this has some science-y solution.”
“Yep, you hold him down while I get the scalpel..”, Max clawed his hands, squinting his eyes menacingly.
Sam chortled, “You crack me up, little buddy.”
“Maybe I could help,” Bugs suggested, walking up to the desk.
“Go for it, I’ve been having my canine brain wrapped around this since this morning… I’ve got no clue what the deal is with this guy, if none of us can figure out - then The Geek surely can,” Sam leaned back into his chair again, resting his hands behind his head.
The grey rabbit took the two papers, looking quizzically between the two.
“I like when he does that,” Max said, seeing his concentrated face.
After a few moments, Bugs’ eyes drifted up. “This sounds like something I’ve heard a while back..”
“What’s that something?”, asked Max.
“Well, sounds like something from an outbreak months back... Before you two came to be the police here.”
The duo exchanged glances, “Outbreak?”, they said in unison.
“Yeah, there was a rabies-like disease that only gets contacted by characters,” Bugs looked back down at Sam’s statement, “And if your statement is true... Then it wouldn’t make any sense; he was fine after he woke up.”
“Does that mean shooting people in the head cures rabies? Then why haven’t we been doing that with people with cancer?”, Max said in fake anger.
“Well, when they were treating people, they used a special elixir to stop it. But I don’t think you just have that in your bullets, do ya?”
“Nah, but unless it’s absolutely necessary - we have thinner filled bullets for Toons, and suction bullets for Digis... But those do the exact opposite effect, of course,” Sam answered, rubbing his chin in thought, “Maybe when my little buddy shot him, it reset him maybe..? I dunno, I’m not that good when it comes to that sort of such.”
“Does The Geek know anything about corruption?”
Sam blinked in surprise, he looked at Bugs a bit uneasily. “Uh, yes..? Why?”
“I think corruption just might still be here…”, Bugs said darkly, placing the papers back onto the desk.
“What? But I thought it was gone, vanquished!”, said Sam worriedly.
“Destroyed, burned, disassembled, and demolished!”, Max exclaimed.
“Unless The Geek proves otherwise... I think it’s still here…”, Bugs stated, also getting nervous at the thought.
“Well, we’d better figure out immediately, to the lab!”, Sam shouted.
“To the lab!!!”, Max screamed.
Sam slammed a button under his desk, opening a downwards tunnel in the wall. The two ran and jumped down it, squealing “Whee!” as they went. Bugs walked up and looked down the dark slide, his eyelids drooped down and he shrugged.
“Ehh, I guess... I mean, what do I have to lose?”
He then sat and slid down, following the two down to the depths; to the laboratory of The Geek.
Tails reached the mansion at 8:37, and about time he reached the doorstep - the rain started to let up. He opened the door, being greeted with the high ceiling room of the grand staircases. The fox took off his soaked raincoat and hung it on the hanger where many other coats were suspended. He shifted his feet on the entrance rug, removing any rainwater or mud that had stuck onto the bottoms. Tails then proceeded to one of the staircases with his paints, his footsteps echoed in the silence. Once at the top, he went to head down the corridor. But he was almost immediately stopped by a black, feline Toon.
“Tails! There you are, I’ve been worried about you. Where have ya been?”, Felix The Cat said worriedly, his ears drifted down.
“I told you I was going to Creative Colors... Did you not hear me?”, Tails responded, still a bit anxious from what happened not long ago.
“Oh…”, Felix murmured, he blushed, embarrassed. “Sorry, I knew.. I just- I had totally forgotten…”
The cat glanced down a bit from his friend’s face, seeing his neck - which was.. a lot darker than usual… It set off alarms in his head, but he was unable to mention it.
“It’s fine, Felix.. Where are the others..?”, he noticed how quiet it was in the hallway; where all of their rooms were - minus Oswald’s.
Felix blinked, gathering his thoughts back to their conversation, “Th-They’re in the TV room, they’re waiting for some interview on the news.. Oswald said it would probably be a good idea to watch it.”
“Huh, why’s that?”
“They’re… interviewing our friends and family..”, Felix said softly.
“What? Why?”, asked Tails, confused and conflicted.
“I guess ever since we ‘got rid of’ corruption, they’ve been suspicious of us, and deemed us missing since we never really go out in public… That, and something.. bad... happened yesterday, they think we may have had something to do with it..”
Something bad happened yesterday..? Well, that would explain the angry protesters...
Tails sighed, “I just hope that they have something nice to say.”
He walked past the cat, continuing down the hallway.
“Where’re ya going?”, Felix asked, watching him.
“I’m putting my paints away, I’ll meet you and the others in the TV room,” the kitsune called back.
Felix looked to the side, “Alright..”
He hesitantly started making his way towards the others.
Tails, on the other hand, was already on edge.. and now he had to hear the Freedom Fighters talk about him...
On live television.
“Can’t wait to hear what the shitheads have to say..”, Blam, a partyhat-wearing Comical said, slouching on the couch. His head was rectangular and white, and his black limbs splayed from his dark grey torso.
“Brother, language!”, Hatty, a suit-wearing Comical scolded behind him, looking similar to him. His head had a more cube shape and was much taller than his brother (who was exceptionally short). The formal Comical had pale skin from head to toe. His English accent pierced the room.
“You know you are literally the only one who cares, right?”, Blam responded.
“Eh... that’s false,” Yakko butted in, his height exceeding Hatty’s. He leaned on the top of the couch, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure I’ve told ya not to use swears around my brother.”
His brother, Wakko, sat on the other side of the couch with Blam. He looked up blankly at Yakko.
“Well, I’m pretty sure he’s heard more than the word ‘shit’... Just sayin’,” the lazy Comical retorted.
Yakko’s eyelids drooped down, and he refrained from saying anything else.
“See?”, Blam furrowed his brows at his older brother.
“Alright, let’s stop until someone gets angry enough to start a fight..”, Oswald said flatly, sitting in a chair close by, by his lonesome.
“I doubt they’d be mad enough to fight..”, a skeleton Monster stood beside Yakko, Papyrus looked at the rabbit in disbelief.
“Then I wouldn’t think too hard on it.”
Everyone looked over when they heard the creaking of the door opening.
Felix closed the door behind him, “Has it started yet?”
“No, it’s at 9 o'clock, sharp. We’ve still got a couple more minutes,” Yakko answered, looking up at the clock on the wall, “They’re talking about the hurricane, won’t be too long until it gets to shore…”
“Where’s Tails?”, asked Wakko, speaking after a long while of being silent.
“Indeed, I have not seen him..”, Hatty added.
Felix scratched the back of his head, “He said he’ll be here in a bit, he had to put away some paints he bought. He had gone to Creative Colors in town..”
“He’s always buying paint, yet don’t ever see him use it,” said Oswald, raising a brow.
“Tails likes to paint when he’s alone... He said it helps him focus.”
“He must need to focus 24/7 then,” said Blam firmly, not taking his eyes off the TV - which was now showing a weird bee-butterfly hybrid struggling to share the weather’s condition, whilst trying not to get taken away by the winds that were rising in speed.
Felix was silent for a moment, he then remembered the conversation he and Tails had just had. Or, to be frank, what he saw during it.
“I-I think there’s something wrong..”, he faltered.
Yakko looked at him in concern, “Whaddya mean?”
“With... With Tails.”
“There’s always something wrong with him,” Blam grumbled.
Hatty shushed him.
“Could you.. elaborate?”, Yakko asked, tilting his head slightly.
The feline wrapped his arms around his waist, “When I was talking to him a minute ago - I noticed that... Well, he had a dark spot on his neck…”
“Like a bruise?”, Papyrus raised.
“Well see, he shouldn’t have been out. He knows what would happen if someone caught him,” Oswald stated coldly, crossing his arms.
“Are you suggesting he was attacked?”, Hatty asked him fretfully.
“For all I know, yeah. Unless he had done it to himself..”
“Wh-What?”, Felix was startled by what he said.
“And why would he do that?”, Yakko retorted, loathing just the thought.
“I’m just sayin’...”, Oswald said calmly.
“Well, I-I don’t think he would-”, Felix was cut off from the sound of the door opening once again.
Tails looked up at them, once he was in. He felt the awkwardness in the room, especially since they were all looking at him. He knew they were definitely talking beforehand, but he didn’t bother to start setting up tedious questions for each of them. It just wasn’t worth it.
Wakko broke the silence that could practically make the walls shrink away.
“You can sit next to me if ya want,” he offered, smiling, resting a hand on the space between him and Blam.
“Sure,” Tails replied, starting to walk over. He smirked at Blam playfully, “You won’t mind will you?”
“As long as your tails don’t suffocate me, I’ll be just fine,” Blam snitted.
As the fox sat down, he was sure that his tails didn’t hit the Comical, and he laid them by his side. Blam’s eyes switched between the TV and him a few times as if he was suspecting Tails to do something. The room was silent again afterward, until a few moments later the clock struck nine.
“Here we go..”, Yakko whispered uneasily.
“So far, the now dubbed - Hurricane Chasity, has been starting to come close to the coast. From what we know, it’s been named such because of its category of one, confirmed by our meteorologists… For those who don’t know, Chasity means pure - and innocent. But don’t let that get your guard down... It would be smart to stay indoors, and for those specifically living at the coast - keep your ears open for any new information, just in case evacuation is needed,” a robotic Monster, Mettaton, announced. He had dazzling eyes of energy, “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, we will return to any news of Hurricane Chasity when needed - after this special segment interview. If you may or may not have heard (if you were living under a rock), there are eight missing persons, which will be listed before we proceed to ask questions pertaining to them towards their loved ones. Be mindful of any information we tell you - or any that is revealed by these people.”
The display then changed to show the word ‘MISSING’ in red lettering, a picture of Hatty flashed on screen, along with his name underneath. Hatty became visibly daunted, clasping his hands together and squeezing, as he saw his face on the screen.
“First, Hatty Hattington, eldest former prince of Toons. He is a 4”11 Comical, thirteen years old; he was reported to be last seen February 16th of last year, at the edge of the infamous Twin Forest.”
The image then changed to Blam, along with the name. He wasn’t moved, nor did he react in the slightest.
“Second, is Blam Boxxington, or highly known as Birthday Boy Blam - the younger former prince of Toons, he is related to Hattington. He is a 3”6 Comical, twelve years old; he was reported to be last seen August 8th of this year, inside of a gaming store. It was said that he was arguing with the cashier, about the… constant re-releases of the game Skyrim?”
Oswald rolled his eyes at the statement, obviously agitated. Blam’s face still stayed the same; blank as ever. “He said the game was flawless,” the boy grumbled.
“Third, is Yakko Warner, former TV star from the show Animaniacs. He is a 5”4 Toon, fourteen years old; he was last seen April 7th of this year - with his brother, Wakko Warner, in an alleyway near a cafe in Neverwood.”
Yakko lowered his head in what seemed to be shame. He glanced down at his brother, knowing that his name would be said in just a few seconds.
“Fourth, is Wakko Warner, also a former TV star from the show Animaniacs. He is a 4”2 Toon, eleven years old; his last appearance was with his brother, Yakko Warner.”
Mettaton took a deep sigh, “This next missing person has been confirmed as not missing, but deceased.”
Like all the others before, another picture appeared... this time being Dot. Yakko held his head in his hand, staring solemnly at the photo. Wakko under him, started to cover his face with his sweater.. not wanting to look at the visual.
“I’m sorry to say, that a few months back, it was confirmed that Dot Warner - former star on Animaniacs, sibling of Yakko and Wakko Warner - is dead. Her body has not been found, but with evidence found by the police, this conclusion was established… Dot was ten years old, she lived for approximately eighty years.”
Everyone in the room could feel the resurrected despair radiating from the two siblings, it had been months since their loss… But that didn’t mean the hurt had gone away any. It left them empty, mostly the eldest Warner. And even after each passing day of thinking of what happened, Wakko couldn’t process what had transpired - partly because he just mentally couldn’t, or that he thought it was a really bad dream - that it just couldn’t be real.. and that their little sister would be up waiting for them. Yakko was the one who had fallen to his knees, crying - sobbing, actually. His brother had his eyes stuck on their once lively sibling, silent streams going down his face. What illness she had was unknown, making it just about impossible for them to save her. Any medications, specific treatments, IVs, anything.. was just used to delay her unavoidable demise.
When Dot was finally immobilized in her bed, she knew it wasn’t going to last any longer...
But even though she did, and had accepted it... Yakko just couldn’t.
His entire life shattered into a million pieces.. in just moments.
The screen faded, then came back to the original set up. Yakko was surprised and relieved he had kept himself together. He looked down at his brother once again, seeing if he was okay. Wakko still kept his nose stuck under the neck of his sweater, his now weary eyes looking back at the TV. Yakko’s ears flattened a bit on his head.
He then felt a gentle and boney hand on his shoulder, “Are you okay?”, Papyrus asked in a tone that was the softest it had been in a long while.
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied just as quietly and said nothing more. Though he did feel a little twinge in his chest that wouldn’t release. Yakko shrunk into himself a bit, joining in to continue watching, whilst trying to ignore the feeling.
“...Fifth... The fifth one of the missing persons is Papyrus The Skeleton,” Mettaton was still recovering from the previous report, and was then immediately met with a very familiar name thereafter. It was getting a bit hard for him to keep his words steady, “He is a former knight of the Royal Guard, he is a 6”3 Monster, and is twenty-three years old….”
There was a moment of silence before he continued, his voice faltered a little.
“He... He hasn’t been seen since the day all characters were freed; about 1.2 years ago…”
Papyrus felt guilty at the sound of his robot friend’s failing attempt to describe him. None of his friends had heard of him since then.
He wondered how his brother was doing…
Mettaton took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure, “Sixth, is Oswald The Lucky Rabbit. He is the former king of Toons, he is a 4”6 Toon, and is twenty-eight years old. He also has not been seen since the freedom of characters.”
Much like Blam, Oswald did not budge…
“Seventh is Felix The Cat. A.. quiet Toon, he is 4”8 and is thirteen years old. He was reported to be spotted in the backyard of citizen’s home in Neverwood, September 9th of this year. He was said to be, ‘picking daisies from the resident’s garden’.”
Blam found this humorous, snickering at the description of him. Felix frowned at him, being a bit confused at the quote ‘a quiet Toon’ - considering he was in a ton of things.
“Now, eighth; last but certainly not least-”
Tails, who had been dead silent the entire time, knew who was next. He held his breath, and he absentmindedly wrapped his hands around one of his tails.
“-Miles “Tails” Prower, a former member of the Freedom Fighters of Mobius - a segment of the Digi world. He is 5”2 and is thirteen years old. And.. to our surprise..”
“..We’ve had a report, stating that he was seen just under an hour ago. He was seen by a group of protesters on Puppeteer Street, in Neverwood, what he was doing exactly is unknown. The account is being investigated, any proven rendition we receive - we’ll bring attention to.”
The kitsune squirmed ever so slightly, gazing over at Oswald, who had his brows furrowed in obvious disappointment. He quickly fixed his eyes back to the TV.
The screen transitioned back to a view of Mettaton.
“And now that you are all familiar with these persons, let’s get to the..”, Mettaton was cut off, a voice offset suddenly started talking to him. He soon had a rather puzzled expression, “O-Oh, well that’s strange... Sorry, my sweeties, I’ve just been informed that the interviews scheduled tonight have been rescheduled to a different date.”
A couple of the characters blinked in surprise; some resulting in surprise, confusion, relief, or a mixture of all.
“The interviews have been moved to next week, on Tuesday. For more information, please visit our website, Mettanews.com,” the metallic character read off. “If you see any of these characters, please call the authorities. Stay far away from them, or stay inside (if possible) and don’t take your eyes off of them, because some can be deemed dangerous…”
The room stayed soundless, even after the segment ended. Tails had tilted his head down, closing his eyes slowly in inaudible relief. Though it had just been rescheduled, he still had a nervous knot that had twisted itself in his stomach.
The eight started heading out, to go and get ready for the night’s meal.
They each had a feeling it was going to be pretty tense.