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Friday 1:30 am, Green Hills, Montana
A golden glow flickered through the trees as a ripped cardboard box was dropped.
“Good riddance.” was muttered as the glow burned out.
A wail similar to that of a newborn was heard throughout the forest.
Saturday 12:00 pm, Green Hills, Montana
“WOOHOOOOO!!!!” The shout bounced off the cement walls of the skatepark as 14 year old Sonic Wachowski soared through the air on his newly customized skateboard.
“Yo Wachowski! Sick airtime!” A popular kid from the local high school held up a hand.
Sonic, a soon to be freshman, slapped it, with a nonchalant “Thanks, dude.”
“Sonic! Hey Sonic!” The voice of an excited little kid met his ears and he looked up to see Tails running towards him.
“Hey, little bro! What’s up?”
“Mom says if I ask real nice, you’ll take me for ice cream?” The ten year old looked at him hopefully, puppy eyes gleaming.
Sonic gave him a smile. “Sure thing, buddy. See you guys later!”
The kids who heard waved as Tails snatched his hand and started to drag him in the direction of the ice cream parlor.
“Hedgehog! Fox!”
Sonic and Tails turned to see the oldest Wachowski child coming up behind them, from the direction of the station.
“Hey Knux!”
“Afternoon, brothers. I have been searching for you both, Father requires our presence.”
“Sorry, Tails, looks like ice cream will have to wait.”
“So Dad, what’s the big deal?” Tails asked as Tom came out of the station.
“Wade said there've been several complaints about noise in the forest.”
“I didn’t do anything this time!” Sonic crossed his arms defensively.
“You sure?” Tom grinned, a teasing tone to his voice.
“Daaaad” an eyeroll was sent his way and he chuckled, ruffling his quills.
“Just kidding. This was from the deeper parts of the forest, a little past Carl’s place. It’s a pretty tiring hike, and I think you guys are tough enough to make it! Whaddya say?”
“Yeah!”
“I accept this trial of stamina.”
“Can we get ice cream after?”
The four had just passed Carl’s house, and had started scanning the area. Tails’ ears twitched as they picked up noises from the surrounding area. If he found the sound, ice cream would come sooner. It was a bit disappointing to be in the woods instead of at an ice cream parlor with his big brothers, but he was happy to be along for the ride.
‘Unit would have been useful for this.’
Tails sighed as he sorted out the sounds to the best of his ability, thinking about his robot that he had been allowed to keep awhile back. He had been modifying Unit so that they would be helpful for day to day activities.
His sensitive hearing caught wind of a noise that sounded like a whimper. Curious, he flew towards it, finding a discarded box. Assuming it was nothing, he turned to leave, but the box shuffled, catching his attention.
“DAD! I FOUND SOMETHING!!”
A sob was heard from the box. Cautiously, he peered inside. He jumped back, tripping and falling on his back. He nearly screamed, shock masking his face.
“Hey bud, you ok?”
The other three had found him, and sonic tried to help him up, but he only whimpered shakily and pointed towards the box.
Another cry came from the box, a pitiful, childlike one.
“F-Father, be very careful, whatever is inside has very strong chaos energy..” Knuckles had noticed Tom going closer to the box and offered warning.
“Don’t worry, I’m being very-oh. Oh my God.”
Tom had seen the box contents and appeared to have been frozen.
“Dad? What is it?”
“Miles…do you know any other foxes on your planet?” Tom whispered, noticing his youngest’s state.
“T-the…the only ones I know…I thought they…I thought they didn’t know I was here…”
Sonic was growing impatient at the code his father and brother seemed to be using and sped over to the box himself. Knuckles followed suit.
“No-no way!”
“How is this possible?”
Inside the box was a baby girl.
A Mobian fox baby girl to be exact.
She had fur the color of chocolate, with mud all over, and lighting bolt earrings nearly the size of her tiny ears. Dried up scratches covered her face. She had multi colored ears and was wrapped in a leaf, baby clothes torn and spattered with mud. She had long tan fur covering most of her face and a peach muzzle. It felt as though electricity was in the air whenever they were very close to her, but the most astounding thing was the paper note located at her side.
It read ‘Prower’