#my sister has a million sonics and knuckles but only had one tails and hes the only one theres no base for

[pcktknife]

painted over one of the McDonald's Tails happy meal toys

[detroitbydark]

Fox and Mouse Finale 1/2

Characters: Commander Fox x Mouse (reader), and more Jedi/clones/politicians than you can shake a stick at.

Summary: Fox makes plans and then remakes them...

A/N: Ladies and Lads this is it! A chapter so stupid long it required it be split in two pieces. I'm not going to make you wait and I'll be posting both this evening. I'm feeling really sentimental because this is the longest thing I've ever written and completed. I couldn't have done it without y’all. Your support and comments have helped me get through the tough periods of writing and the stress in my life as of late. This is for you guys! Thank you. I love you! 

Special thanks as always to @skdubbs and @crimson-dxwn for being there to listen to me and help me every step of the way. You are both absolutely amazing!

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The crick in his neck is the least of Fox’s worries when he wakes. It wasn’t like he could call the tossing and turning he’d done for the last six standard hours much of a rest. After returning to his room, tail tucked between his legs, Fox hadn’t been able to unwind. He couldn’t lay his head down without a million thoughts racing through his head.

He loved her. 

Yes, it was something he’d known for a while, maybe even longer than he was willing to admit. He loved her more than he loved himself. For a long time he’d thought that’s how love was supposed to work. You sacrificed yourself for the things you loved. Now he’s not sure.

Mouse loved him. It was something he hadn’t hoped for, but after being near her, feeling her lips against his own, seeing the depth of emotion in her sad eyes as she’d kicked him out of her room - he didn’t question it. The issue he finds himself struggling with is hard to put into words. If he couldn’t love himself, if he didn’t think he was worthy, could he truly love her? Mouse was willing to accept him at his most broken, for his flaws and his lingering self doubt. If he couldn’t do the same for himself-

The thoughts kept him up the better of the night. He’d lost count of the times he’d walked to his door intent on barging into her room… and doing what? That’s where the plan got dicey and inevitably where he decided against any further action until first light.

Of course, by the time he’d fallen asleep he’d been so exhausted that he’d missed first light. It wasn’t until a pair of noisy male tik-tak birds jostled for the affections of a female outside his window that Fox woke.

His first thoughts were of Mouse as he shooed the noisy creatures from his open window.

He didn’t enjoy the smell of failure -or sweat - that permeated the air around him. He took a sonic shower so fast he would have set a record back on Kamino. 

He focused on the words he’d say to her. The words that would make her see that he was sorry. That his shabla behavior was a fluke that he could and would correct. That he would spend the rest of his life making it up to her if she’d just give him one more chance.

 He pauses as he slips into his armor.

The rest of his life.

He didn’t want her for a moment in time. He wanted her for all time, at his side through whatever life would throw at them. Resolve settles over him, the kind that a lifetime training for battle honed. There’s a certain peace to it.

Darasuum.

Like any good soldier he makes a plan. When she fails to answer her door when he knocks, he goes to plan B. He knocks again. Louder.

When that doesn’t work, he moves on to plan C.

There’s a small cadre of Jedi and Clones eating a quiet breakfast on the veranda. The sun is just peeking over the waterfalls in the distance. Cody and General Secura are speaking in quiet tones over two cups of caf. General Kenobi sits nursing a cup of tea staring out over the placid lake. Like, a sore thumb, Bly sticks out, devouring whatever pastry and fruit had been piled on his plate like he was a cadet late for morning exercises. He looks up in time to see Fox and give him an encouraging smile and a wave over before taking a bite of some sort of plump sausage even Fox found to be too large.

“Vod!” The golden yellow hues of Bly’s facial tattoos seem to glow brighter in the sun. “Su cuy’gar!” he greets happily.

Fox pauses, then pulls out a chair, grabbing a cheese filled pastry from his batch mate’s plate. “Su cuy’gar,” he greets in return. “After the sounds I was hearing last night I wasn’t sure I’d see you in one piece this morning.”

“Don’t be fooled. I’m held together by the Force and a prayer. My Aayl’ika does nothing in halves.”

Fox, even with the pressure of his impending conversation with his own love weighing on his shoulders, can’t help but chuckle as he steals the other Commander’s mug of caf. 

“Oya!”

Bly snatches the mug back and hot caf sloshes over the edges. The commander of the 327th makes a grunt of discomfort before leaning in and sucking the drops of spilt caf from the space between his thumb and index finger.

Fox smothers a laugh with a large bite of pastry. Bly raises an eyebrow before his eyes narrow in on Fox’s mouth.

“I know red is your color,” Bly grabs a napkin and tosses it to Fox, who catches it easily, “but I didn’t believe you were a lipstick man, regardless of color.”

One swipe across his mouth brings back a small smear of star cherry red lipstick. Mouse’s lipstick. He must have missed it in the shower.

“Since I don’t see the lovely dal I’m taking it either went very well or very poorly.”

Fox takes another swipe and places the napkin down when it comes back clean. “It’s a work in progress”

Bly gives him a serious look, the easy going manner from a moment ago pushed to the back burner.

“Tell me, vod. How do you and General Secura-“ Aayla glances up when she hears her name. Fox offers a tight smile. Bly shoots her a wink. “How do you do it?”

“Well you see Fox’ika, when a clone loves a Jedi-“

“Fierfek! Bly I’m being serious!”

“We’re honest with one another” Aayla’s smooth Ryl accent interrupts whatever comment Bly was getting ready to make. She moves gracefully over from her previous spot near Cody. The Marshal Commander has now joined his Jedi staring peacefully out across the water. Fox doesn’t doubt he’s listening in.

He isn’t sure whether he should be thankful for Secura’s intervention or not. Never having had a Jedi of his own, he still has moments where he finds their presence overwhelming. Aayla looks about as intimidating as a loth kitten this morning in leggings and a loose tunic, somehow looking incredibly chic and supremely comfortable all at once. Her eyes find his, searching for something as she sits down next to her Commander. “We’ve had to learn the finer points of communication.” She looks to Bly. Adoration is written across her delicate features as her lekku twitch happily. “We have to be able to trust each other.”

“It’s work,” Bly says, taking Aayla’s hand and placing a soft kiss along her knuckles ,“but we make it work.”

“And after the war?”

Aayla sighs. “We will cross that bridge when we come to it, but I don’t know if my loyalty can remain with the order alone. Once the Force has shown you something-“ she pauses and smiles softly at Fox, “The Force works in mysterious ways, would you agree?”

“General Secura.” Cody’s voice comes from across the veranda because - of course - he was listening, “I believe you forgot to mention respect.”

Aayla smothers a smile. “Oh yes, respect is quite important.”

Fox is very quickly beginning to feel the nonexistent walls close in around him. “Yes. Yes. “ he grumbles, “I’m a lousy di’kut.”

“You said that - not us - Commander,” General Kenobi chimes in without turning his head away from the lake spread out before him.

“Beg your pardon Generals, Commanders, but I don’t need the Force to tell me that I made a fool of myself last night.” He pushes up from his seat, stealing the caf back from Bly and finishing off the dregs. The other Commander makes a disgruntled sound. “Now, if just one of you could point me in the correct direction I have some-

“Groveling?”

“Pleading?”

“Apologizing?”

The voices all mingle together as they chime in and Fox sighs, rubbing his temple.

“Yes, all of that and then some. Just-“ he lets out an exasperated sound “-has anyone seen her?”

——-

Mouse hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Really, she’d just hoped to get away for a bit. She needed to separate herself from the faces that looked so much like his and the sad looks they’d given her as she’d picked at her breakfast.

She needed to know that Fox wasn’t just a few easy steps across the hall. She’d stood with her hands flat against the door too many times for her liking last night. It was only a few steps and she could be wrapped up in him, repercussions be damned.

Mouse wanted to pretend that her ultimatum may not end with a choice she wasn’t happy with. If Fox decided he couldn’t - or wouldn’t - do what she’d asked, well, she wasn’t sure how she’d handle it.

The field, nearly half a klik from the estate, had become a favorite over the last few months. Close enough to the waterfalls to hear the rush of water over the edge - and catch some mist on a windy day - but rarely visited by locals. It was peaceful. 

The summer grasses had easily surpassed the height of her knees weeks ago and - with a little more rain and sunshine - would soon be at her waist. For now it was just long enough to make a makeshift nest when she lay a blanket down. The green stems stood proudly around their brothers and sisters squashed by the worn quilt she spread out. 

The sun shone softly through a sea of gossamer clouds, its rays warm and soothing as she lay down with a datapad to review Padmé’s personhood bill in its entirety. Mouse couldn’t help the pull of sleep. The legalese of the document and warm kiss of sun paired with the sleeplessness from the night before had her first drowsing then, finally, blessedly sleeping sheltered from the world and her problems that lay outside her ring of softly swaying pastoral grass and millaflowers.

Her dreams begin as nothing in particular. Another blessing in disguise. Nothing bad troubles her sleep, though nothing good brings tenderness either. Instead she catches glimpses of Coruscant, of Fox and the other boys of the Guard, of a tiny green-skinned twi’lek girl. Images of Luke and Leia older and toddling around with their mother and father laughing and following behind them. Slowly, the boys are filtered out, then the Amidala-Skywalker clan, even little Me’kar fades away. All of it is gone and Mouse finds herself alone in front of a tiny cottage. It has a vegetable garden along one side and rows of flowers along the other. She hears her name whispered softly, the warm rumble of it so familiar.

“Mouse.”

“Mouse”

“Mouse.”

Her eyes flutter open, and she squints into sun spilling around a vaguely humanoid shape while her eyes attempt to adjust to the sudden change. 

“I’ve been looking all over for you.” 

Fox.

She’d know his voice anywhere. Hope springs to life in her chest. He’d come to find her. Surely that had to be a good thing, right? She moves to stand, getting as far as sitting before he makes a disgruntled sound and angles himself down and onto her blanket. She watches him look around, his head barely above the tall grasses surrounding them. His gaze moves to her discarded shoes and bare feet, slowly traveling up over her calves where her dress has ridden up in her sleep. She blinks, trying to push the residual fog of sleep from her head. Fox’s gloved hand reaches out and skims over her ankle. That electric spark she’d felt at his touch last night is still there.

“Fox?” He won’t look her in the eyes. The feeling of his touch is missed when he pulls his hand away. “Fox-“ she tries again, hiding and failing to hide the slight quiver in her voice.

He holds his hand up. “I have things to say and I need you to listen to every one. I’m- I’m not sure if you’re going to like what I have to say.”

Mouse nods slowly. He’s more his namesake now, more animal than she’s ever seen him. She moves slowly to rise to her knees, afraid the wrong move, a sudden quick one, will see him breaking away.

“I can do that,” she offers slowly. Fear at what he has to say leaves a thick knot in her stomach. “If we’re going to do this, though, I need to see your eyes. Ok?”

Fox makes another sound, a small grunt of assent as she rises on her knees and puts her hands to either side of his bucket. She releases the locks, hears the gentle hiss of release. His features are schooled when she lifts it off, but she knows her Fox. Whatever he has to say is eating at him. She can see it in the dark circles that rest underneath his eyes, the exhaustion that looks almost permanent in the soft brown eyes she adores so much. Always the caregiver, she fights the urge to pull him down, make him lay his head in her lap. She wants to card her fingers through the new growth of hair, brush through the locks that were just beginning to curl and swirl at the ends until he falls asleep. 

But she also needs to know what he has to say. She needs her answer so her heart can shatter or mend because whatever it is, there will be no in between. Not with him. Not with them.

She watches him swallow, look at the sky and the soft clouds above them before bringing his attention back to her.

“I’ve made mistakes in my life,” he begins, “Some of them widely known. You- you are the mistake I regret the most.”

Mouse attempts to turn away, but she can’t. His words- it feels like she’s watching a hover train come off the rails in slow motion. Fox glances down at his hands, squeezes them into fists.

“I-“ his eyes travel back to hers, pinning her in place “I’ve called you my precious girl more times than I can remember, because to me you are the most precious gift the maker has ever deemed fit to give me. But you're not a girl. You’re a woman,. A smart, strong, caring woman and I called you a girl. When things got hard, I treated you like one, like I had never made a mistake, like I knew what was best for the both of us.”

Mouse can see it in the little ways he moves, the clench of his fingers and the way his eyes trail to her shoulder, the scar covered by the thin summer dress, that it is taking everything for him to muscle through this.

“Fox, why are you saying this?”

“Because I need you to know.” His jaw is set in a sharp line. “I need you to know that I’ve thought about you every day since you left Coruscant, that I dream about you every night. I need you to know that I’m afraid to be around you, that even with the chip gone and that- that hut’uun,” spitting the word out as if it tastes bad in his mouth, “dead, I’m scared that it’s not enough, that someone is going to say the wrong thing and I’m going to do something you won’t come back from - and there’ll be no field of wildflowers for me to find you sleeping in, because you’ll be dead and it will be my fault”

Mouse grabs his hand, forces her fingers between his until he relents and lets her hold it. Her other reaches up, strokes along his right temple and feels the telltale ridge of scar under her fingers.

“Listen to me.” It’s a firm order and his eyes go a little wide. “You are not a bad man. You never have been. You never will be. You are the reason I’m alive. Your will, your strength kept you from making a shot I know for a fact you could make in your sleep. The scars I bear are your love brought to life.”

Fox shakes his head quickly. “That is sick, cyar’ika, you were-“ 

It’s Mouse’s turn to make a sound of discontentment as she pulls at the collar of her dress, stretching it out and down around her shoulder. “Look at it,” she demands. When he hesitates, she places his hand on it, holds it down with her own. “It’s just skin, just flesh over bone. Do you think Palpatine would have allowed me to live even if you hadn’t been the one to do it?”

Her hand slides his down to her chest where she holds it high on her left breast. “This has always been yours. Do you feel it?”

Fox’s fingers twitch over her racing heart. She had to make him see. Even if this was the last moment they were ever together, he had to leave without the guilt. “This has always been yours,” she repeats again, “You protected it and I’m alive because of it.”

Fox pulls away from her with a rough exhale, shaking his head. Mouse lowers herself, sitting on her feet, pretending she doesn’t feel the pins and needles building in them. He won’t look at her as she adjusts the neck of her dress back. She’s failed. The sudden realization hits with such certainty. She was going to lose him for good.

“You are so warm. You draw people to you and take them in, claim them as yours and care for them. You’ve never seen myself or any of the other Guard as just clones. From day one you spoke to each and every trooper you met as an individual. You’ve always tried to help and for some reason I was the one lucky enough to have you helping me. Even when I was acting like osik. Even when I was gruff and dismissive. You dealt with me-“

“-And I loved you” 

Love her head screams at her to correct but she doesn’t. Fox nods.

“Someone else will come along and they’ll love you with everything they have to give.”

Mouse feels a sharp pain in her chest and tries to turn away. Fox’s curled finger catches under her chin and brings her eyes back up to his. Mouse sees something steely in their warm depths.

“They’ll give you the world. Everything I can’t. But you know what?” He lets the question hang in the air for a moment. “I don’t want anyone else to love you. That’s my job. I don’t want to lose you and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I ever put you in a position to think otherwise.”

Relief, warm and fluid fills her veins as tears threaten at the corners of her eyes. Fox watches with slow building panic.

“I- please don’t cry.”

Mouse laughs then and leans up, capturing his lips in a chaste kiss that he doesn’t respond to immediately. When she pulls back, he looks pleasantly bewildered.

“I’m not sad.” She wipes aggressively at a tear rolling down her cheek. “These are happy.”

Fox’s hands cup her cheeks, his thumb brushing away another stray tears. “Well if that’s all…”

 He leans in and captures her mouth in another sweet, delicate kiss, pours his love into it until it’s spilling over and Mouse thinks she could happily drown in the feel of it. 

When she attempts to deepen the kiss, he pulls back. Mouse bites the inside of her cheek to stop a whine from escaping.

“My self control is negligible at this point.” Fox manages a strained laugh while he cradles her face. “I don’t want to rush-“

Mouse presses forward and kisses him hard, sharp teeth nipping just this side of painful along his lower lip. The growl she’s missed over the last few months rumbles in his chest.

When she pulls back, letting his lip slip between her teeth, she can’t help but appreciate the way his eyes have darkened. His hands fall down to her hips and he stares. Just stares into her eyes, searching for something. Mouse doesn’t look away.

“You want to do this right here?” His voice is thick with the familiar gravel of lust and Mouse feels a wave of heat ripple through her body. Right here, on the blanket in the warm sun where anyone could see. There’s a certain thrill to that thought. She swallows thickly. 

“We need to slow down,” Fox repeats.

“Are you saying that for you or me? Because I’ve been waiting months to touch you,” she admits. If possible, Fox’s eyes darken more at the admission. She’s always loved his durasteel will, but right now Mouse found it more than a little irritating. 

“Cyar’ika.” His tone is warm, but the warning underneath is very clear. Ok. Fine. She could go a bit longer. 

“Can I show you something?”

A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth as his thumbs brush small light circles over her dress. 

“I suppose it depends on what you're trying to show me.” 

Mouse leans forward and the pair meet in a slow kiss, just a soft press of their mouths that neither can seem to deny. She murmurs against his lips when she pulls back. 

“Come with me.”

——-

Link to part 2/2 here

[cutegirlmayra]

Number 2: Tails and Zooey (Tails is geeking over some kind of tech or geeky thing)

Oh lol. This will be interesting xD

(x)

Prompt: (Boom universe)

Tails flew to the brim of the stacks upon stacks of food products Zooey sold as she waved up to him from below.

“Wow, Tails. I can’t imagine how useful it would be to fly whenever I wanted too.” She put her hands together as he flew down, scratching the back of his head.

“It was nothin’. Though I do admit, I never liked my tails at the start.” he looked back to his strange mutation, and flicked them out, before looking back to Zooey. “You could say they… grew on me. Haha!” he stepped to one foot and shrugged out his pun, hoping to make her laugh.

She did, and it filled him with joy to see her giggle.

“And you’re funny too! I wish I had as many useful talents as you do, Tails.” she nodded, and looked to her stacks of fruits and vegetables. “All I seem to be able to accomplish in my life is how to grow things.” she sighed, but kept her pleasant smile.

“Ah! T-th-that’s not true!” Tails quickly sped himself in front of her gaze, shaking his hands out, and then gesturing back to her, feeling a horrible sting on his heart and hearing her think that. “Y-you grow more than that! I mean, you help people grow too!”

“…Huh?” She tilted her head, not understanding.

“Umm… uhh..” Tails turned away, before looking back at her. “Like… when we first met, I thought of every silly, nonethical, and especially degrading stunt you could imagine to get your attention! But once I learned how to feel comfortable with my own skill-set, I learned that it’s okay to be myself around you. You teach people to feel comfortable about who they are, without some cheap, side gimmicks.” he turned shy a moment and kicked the ground with his foot, looking up and then down from her and then away. As if he couldn’t look her in the eye while saying all those truths.

Zooey placed a hand on her heart, “Aww~” she walked over and kissed his cheek. “You’re the greatest, Tails!” she waved him goodbye and went back to work.

He swayed back… and forth… before shaking his head, stopping himself from swooning further.

‘Hey! Compliments gets kisses! Gotta log that.’ He pulled out his cute Hello Doggy notebook and pen, writing his notes down.

He suddenly looked over his notes on ‘how wooing should go, Main objective: Next level!!!’ with Zooey’s name covered in decorative designs and hearts.

He closed the book, pouting.

‘This is taking too long…’ he slowly turned his head to peek around his shoulder to Zooey, unaware of him, at the moment.

“Hmm…” he tapped the Hello Doggy pen up against his cheek, then got an idea.

‘I know! I’ll make a data chart! Once I formulate a fail-safe plan on how to win Zooey over, I won’t need to feel so shy anymore!’ he put the pen and journal away, heading home.

“S-see ya later, Zooey!” he waved behind him, still trying to summon enough confidence to continue being around her longer.

She waved back, “Bye, Tails.” Very casually.

‘Huh…” Tails lowered his hand, turning sorrowful. ‘You know.. Sometimes I can’t tell if we’re even dating or not…’ he flew off.

Sitting at home, he made his chart!

There was one problem… he couldn’t connect everything together into a perfect, foolproof plan… the course could take a number of turns and he honestly didn’t know her THAT well enough to know what would happen if something went wrong… other than her walking away… which he knew of from the first time he tried wooing her.

“Augh!” he fell back on his chair, closing his eyes, “After millions of years with men living among women… you’d think even ONE of us would have cracked the code… or skimmed the surface enough to make one, sure plan of action.” he threw an arm over his eyes, sighing…

Then he got it.

The greatest epiphany of all mankind.

The thing that would ensure that any man could woo any woman!

But he didn’t care about that, he just wanted Zooey to love him!

Or at least… get some more proof that she did, anyway!

He threw himself up.

-scene change-

“I’m sure you’ve all been wondering why I’ve gathered you here today.”

Tails stood on a podium, as a group of ‘men only’ were present for the council, as even the Mayor was sitting in the chair, looking at the pamphlet that stated, ‘How to get your girl, the scientific discovery of a lifetime! -Miles “Tails” Prower’.

“What do you think about this, Knuckles?” Sonic leaned over to Knuckles, not WANTING to be here… but here nonetheless…

He had his arms folded as Knuckles chowed down on refreshments and food.

“I don’t know! Why am I even here? Oh, wait! I remember.” he kissed a piece of pizza and then ate it. “H-hey! It works!” he gestured to Sonic who rolled his eyes.

“Actually, I’m honestly banking on this for the rest of my life.” Fastidious Beaver stated, looking done with the rest of his life…

Eggman, Orbot, and Cubot had disguised themselves as woodland creatures to attend too, as Eggman eagerly took his seat, trying to be inconspicuous.

“Finally! A bullet-proof plan to make wemon all over the world swoon at my feet! With a big enough army equipped with my spectacular weaponry, I’ll be unstoppable! After all, who would hit a lady!?” Eggman gestured, sure this was the right place to be.

Orbot sighed, “I just want to find a nice robot with a heart of gold…literally, that element is known to be quite desirable.”

Cubot shrugged, “Eh. I’m just here to boo. BOO!! BOO!!! Down with innovation!!”

Eggman shut him up by smashing his head down, “Quiet you! I’m trying to come off subtle.”

Some villagers turned around, glaring.

Eggman waved at them nervously, before flicking his animal ear, trying to look authentic.

“Now then, it’s time to reveal my super-exclusive, one of a kind, sure way to get a woman to fall in love with ya! That’s right! I’ve broken the female psyche!”

“He’s mad! Ehem.” Someone called out, but it sounded like a higher pitch… before grumbling back down into a deeper voice.

Tails fidgeted a little, and moved on. “Uhh… well… To be clear, it’s actually rather simple… just… complicated on execution.”

“You’ll have an execution if you’re wrong! Ehem.” that same voice…

Tails shook it off, looking offended.

“As I was saying…” he glared out at the crowd, before revealing his powerpoint! “Tah-dah!”

It had two steps on it.

Sonic raised an eyebrow, as Knuckles pointed and laughed, before dropping it. “I don’t get it.”

“You see!” Tails flew over to it, pointing with his withdrawable stick. “Women, in their natural dialogue, will say something negative about themselves almost 40% of the time. Depends on the mood.” he shrugged, before flying over to step two, “The trick is,” he looked like he was getting excited, explaining his findings. “To really get their hearts going, you need to be able to apply the negative information you just learned… and deflect it!” he swished his pointer out, as the men ‘ooh’d before Knuckles said again,-

“I don’t get it.”

Tails drooped his ears, annoyed, before going back to stage one.

“Okay. Look. It’s simple. But you have to be creative.” he clicked the powerpoint to show a generic girl on it.

“Hey! That’s my sister!”

“Ohh!” he shook his head, “Fine, I have another picture.”

It was another generic girl.

“Hey, that’s my twin sister!”

“UGH!”

Tails clicked it again.

“Hey, that’s my step-sister!”

Click.

“Half-Sister!”

“UGGH!!! Okay, no visuals! Just look at the board!” Tails gestured to it again. “If a girl says something bad or mean or just plain awful about herself, you counteract it by saying something wonderful, meaning, and true about themselves! It’s that simple! The more times you succeed, the more they’ll want to be around you cause you make them feel good about themselves.”

The men all looked around at each other.

“The only problem is that we never pick up on it. We barely notice when we say those negative things about ourselves…” Tails looked down, fiddling with his stick as he slid it around the palms of his hands that were tightly holding on to it. “But… that’s what so amazing about girls. They do pick up naturally on it. And when we do it, it helps them see that we care just as much as they care about us.”

Eggman picked up a tissue, wiping a tear away.

Orbot looked up at him, confused. “Sir?”

“I’m fine. Really… just thinkin’ of momma.” he sneezed into the tissue, getting emotional. “She was always there for me and my countless failures! WHAAAA HAAA HAAAA… MOMMA.”

Cubot boo’d.

“There, there.” Orbot patted his back, “I’m sure she was a lovely lady… with a lovely nose to match her sons.”

Eggman smiled to him, before bashing his head. “Don’t ever touch me again.”

“I would have liked to say I object… but I actually think is rather sweet, Tails.”

“Huh?”

A few people stood up in the room, and removed their hoodies.

“AH!” Tails was shocked, “Amy! Sticks! Z-Zooey!?” his eyes went crazy as he gripped his head at seeing her there too.

“Honey!”

“Darling!”

“Momma?” “My Baby!”

“My Sister-in-law!”

The generic girl smiled.

Amy stepped up to the podium, as Tails came flying down, looking afraid.

“How did you-?”

“What? It’s not like you had security in here.”

Tails glared at the dressed up bears, who nudged each other and ran out.

“Ugh.. did you ALL hear that?” Tails put a hand to his face, worried about Zooey…

Amy placed a hand on his shoulder, “Tails. Although I honestly don’t believe you could have cracked the female mind, I do appreciate the sentiment of wanting to encourage a healthy self-esteem.” she turned to the audience. “Gentlemen. What Tails said has some truth. By noticing and caring about the girls you love, you can show them through more than just simply words that you care about them. That you’re willing to support them, and remind them why they’re so special to you.”

As Amy gave her speech, couples all got together and held one another, smiling up to each other. Even the evil ones~

“As we both, not just men or women, learn to recognize our strengths, talents, and aid each other in our short comings, we’ll make a world proud to be a world! Now whose with me!?” she rose her fist into the air.

“Yeah!” they all cheered.

Tails flew down to Zooey. “Z-Zooey, I-” he felt so embarrassed, but she smiled and put a kiss on his cheek. “Oh! W-wait! I didn’t compliment you or talk great about what you thought was bad or-”

She put a finger to his lips, and shook her head.

“Oh, Tails. Didn’t you say I was someone who helped those around them see the good in themselves? And not in what they should become?”

He lowered his head, ashamed.

She giggled and raised it up to look at his sweet eyes again. “I think it was a sweet gesture to try and figure out what makes me happy, Tails. But everyone girl is different. I think, we both have insecurities and weaknesses, that we can both help each other out on. What do you say?”

He smiled, taking her hand in his. “I say… Zooey, even if I’m kind of a dork…” he looked away, as she giggled again, and he blushed, looking back up at her. “Will you go out with me? Again?” he was worried about saying that last part.

“Tails? I thought we were going out?”

That sentence made sparked a chain reaction in Tails, and he immediately was so happy that he could barely speak it.

She giggled as Amy walked down, clapping.

“Cheers for the underdog!”

“Here, here!”

Eggman threw the pamphlet behind him, “Well, that was a COMPLETE waste of my time! Don’t you men know that women need something to attack and take over too? Like the world!” Eggman quickly dashed off. “that’s it! If I claim the world! I’ll get the girl! WHAHAHA! Who doesn’t like a man with flare and power!?”

“Boo! Boo!”

“Shut up, Cubot.”

Sonic walked over to Amy, “So… You once again spoil the party.”

She smirked, “Like you were enjoying the party.”

He smiled and stood next to her, the two smiling to one another.

“…Any weaknesses I should know about?”

“Emm… Not much. I’m kinda perfect you know.”

“Funny. So am I.”

They winked to each other.