Hallo, ich hoffe meine Parodien-Fans sind mir treu geblieben. Wie die Überschrift schon sagt handelt diese Geschichte von Sonics stinknormalem Alltagsleben. Is ungefähr wie ein Tagebuch verfasst.
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1. Tag
Hallo, ich bin's, Sonic. Wieder mal.
Kommentar (erst mal Karte vom Geschenk lesen): Nach etlichen Darkfics schreib ich mal wieder was (mehr oder weniger) Lustiges, kaum zu glauben. Also, an alle: Warnung, diese Story könnte manchmal komisch werden, vielleicht aber auch nur blöd.
Die nasse Kälte kroch ihm bis unter die Haut und jetzt fühlte er langsam Angst in sich hochsteigen. Die letzte Position, die sie von ihm hatten, war die vor seinem Absturz.
Insects were chirping in the bushes beside the street. It was another warm evening in Altador. Garven Hale was wandering up and down the place before the team quarters and didn't stop until he saw the Darigan Gelert approaching him.
"You could have changed your clothing style at least for this one trip. It's embarrassing if one of the Grandmasters runs around looking like a dominatrix, especially if she's my sister", Kragok teased.
Stumbling Tandrak ran through the corridors. He pressed his hand against his mouth. If he didn't he else would have vomited. Or started to cry.
"Hey, Shaye, what the heck...
"We shall do what?" the Guardians asked in unison. They couldn't believe what Spectre just had suggested.
"As I said", Spectre replied, "it might do us a world of good if we took a few days off.
Thunderhawk was the first who was up this morning. He wished that he could have slept over the whole day but unfortunately the hammering pain in his head had ripped him out of his sweet numbing sleep.
Another beautiful sunrise - but unfortunately no one in Haven aside of those in front of the surveillance screens could see it since the Guardian's base had no windows.
Snow fell gently and covered the world with a soft white blanket. It was the time of peacefulness - or boredom, depending on the point of view.
The Guardians - minus Athair - slouched on the seats in the conference room.
Slowly Lien-Da regained consciousness. She blinked a few times but all she saw was darkness. Unbelievingly she wanted to rub her eyes but something held her hands behind her back in a tight grip. String was painfully scuffing over her wrists.
“…two people died, fourteen are injured. Detroit…”
“Can’t you turn that shit off? I’m trying to think”, Gene complained.
“Sorry, curly. I can write the better stuff when I’m surrounded by noise. Lock yourself in the bathroom if you have a problem with it.”
“I can’t.
Standing there by the window
Smiling at me I know that he cares
In my mind I’m beside him
Fingers stroking his hair
Tandrak stood at the window and watched the falling rain. He almost felt pity for the teams who had to play or had a training session during that time.
Early autumn, Y3247
The first fallen leaves whirled around her when Lien-Da climbed up a hill close to the edge of Angel Island. Rutan had been left in Kaya-Na's care, besides he was still too young to understand.
Her destination was the giant stone plate on top of it.
Standing on the snowy hill, Lien-Da watched the bustling activity in the town below her. It was a freezing cold evening but still nearly all people of Echidnaopolis were outside busy with the preparations for their festivity.
Spectre climbed up a small path to the top of a hill at the edge of Angel Island. He could see the ocean on Mobius Prime and if he turned around he had a good view over the Island. During his childhood he often came here. But now he hadn't returned to it for decades.
Es war einmal ein Land über den Wolken dort lebten die Glücksbärchis, von denen sich eines aus unerklärlichen in der englischen Fassung Gay-Bear nannte ...
Loneliness. Since he was gone she felt it quite often. Of course there were still her friends and the other members of the Dark Legion but no one of them could ever fill the hole Iskander had left.
Kaya-Na looked at the clock. It was 2 am.
Jessie und James hatten bis vor einem halben Jahr noch zwei zusätzliche Mitglieder: John und Bow-Wow (der Name stammt von meiner Schwester, sie wollte ihn unbedingt beibehalten und ich wollte sie nicht enttäuschen).
