Tails and Sonics' Fun Time.
Shitty title is shitty. I wrote this fur a furiend, who said it was okay to publish it. I'm rather proud of it, but I am afuraid if it's a bit cheesy. So, please give me fair critique's of how I could improve this story! Thank you!
What........................
what have I done.....?' Tails wondered in his mind, as he stared into the corpse of Sonic, Sonic with a caved in skull, Sonic whose blood was all over the floor. All over Tails'.
All over the hammer Tails' was holding.
His memory was shaky, like it was jittery of showing what had happened, but he remembered Sonic walked in and grinned and he said hi and Tails said hi, then it began skipping like a broken DVD, and he remembered them hugging and the scent of hedgehog popped up like it was so important, then boom boom nothing but blood splatters appeared in his vision and they all piled up endlessly and all he could hear was screaming and crying and screaming and crying and "I'M SO SORRY TAILS STOP IT PLEASE LIL BRO I'LL BE NICER TO YOU STOP STOP STOP PLEASE I LOVE YOU" and
Then it stopped. The footage became like TV static, not wanting to show more.
'Tails.
What did you do?' He asked himself again. Sonics' dead body just kept bleeding. His body just kept allowing Sonics' blood to drip down to the puddle, letting it grow in size. He dipped his hand in it, bright red coating his hand. Like it was paint, and you put your hand on the paper and you make a turkey and you show it to your parents with hateful eyes that rip it up.
'Whatdidyoudowhatdidyoudo
hes
dead
shtifuckc you're holding a hammer what did you do tails' wha thte fuck oh my yogod did you...
murder him?
_ NONONONONONONONONONONO _
yes'
Tails began breaking down, and he cried, his bloody hands gripping his fur, staining it red to. He took heavy gasps and he just couldn't focus on anything, everything just bluuuured together like paint itself, spinning and twisting until it was a ugly mixture of colors, like vomit.
Tails realized he vomited all over himself.
None on Sonic, perfect, beautiful little Sonic, broken like a China doll. Tails touched his cheek, his hands not covered with his own bile, of course.
His cheek was ice cold.
It sent a shiver down his spine. He jerked his hand back, so harshly that it moved Sonics' head.
Showing Tails' his exposed brain.
His stomach rumbled.
He screamed again, screeched and cursed into the high heavens, his bloody gloves trying to rip apart his brain to, but all he did was cover himself more into his sin.
3...
Tails laid on the ground, crying, chest heaving, heart pumping. Everything was going to fast. Was it hot in here? What is even happening.
2...
He sat up suddenly, like a remote control doll, marching right to his dead corpse.
1...
He took a bite out of Sonics' brain.
He stood there, mouth full of brain matter, blood sloshing out, staring at nothing but the darkened garage where he worked
0.
goodbye sanity?
..........................................................................................
he chewed
..........................................................................................
he swallowed
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no, not goodbye sanity
.........................................................................................
farewell forever.
Tails ripped apart his brain, blood coating him again, and he laughed, laughed like a maniac as he dug into his brain, squishing it, feeling it, stuffing it into his mouth. He grabbed the hammer again, destroying the skull, giving him more food to eat. He didn't even move the skull bits that was stuck inside, he just kept eating, even when a lump of brain and skull was stuck in his throat.
He felt nothing but joy, unable to breath, letting out odd sounding noises that were supposed to be laughing. tears came to his eyes, tears of happiness, hands wrapping around his throat like he was awaiting for the heimlich maneuver, to push it out just so he could eat it off the goddamn floor like the piece of shit he was.
World blurred again and he just smiled, falling down down down down down onto his knees, on his last breaths, watching the beautiful mess blur again before he
died.