random Fanfic short

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May 16, 2016

Krissie: I’m bored and this scene played in my head. So enjoy this.

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Sonia and Sally followed Geoffrey to his home. The skunk had been refusing their help with the large brown bags full of groceries.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to eat all of that?” Sally asked curiously. It seemed like the leader of the Underground Freedom Fighters was buying for a whole family.

“Trust me, I can eat a lot. Not as much as Sonic, but I can put away a good amount. Any soldier can.” Geoffrey paused at the front door of his home. It a fortified home he had built into a cave. He struggled to shift the bags in his hands to grab his keys from his pocket.

“Let me get that for you.” Sonia gave him a big smile as she took one of the bags from his hands.

Geoffrey gave an awkward smile as he noticed Sonia bat her eyes at him. “You don’t have to.” He tried his best to be polite.

“Oh it’s no problem. I want to help.” Sonia beamed. The hot pink hedgehog was flirting hard. She had been flirting with Geoffrey all day. He was regretting the fact that he had flirted back. He had no intention of dating her or Sally seriously.

“If you say so,” he pulled his keys out of his chest pocket and opened the door. He held his hand out for the other bag. “Thank you very much for your help. I’ll be right back with those data disc you, Princess.”

“We can help you put away the groceries first,” Sally suggested.

“Yeah.” Sonia beamed in agreement.

Geoffrey fought the grimace that was happening inside. “That won’t be necessary.”

But the girls had already walked into his home anyway.

Geoffrey sighed. “My apologies for the state of my home. I haven’t had the time to properly clean.”

“What do you mean?” Sally brows rose. “You’re house is spotless.”

“It’s cleaner than any of the mansions I’ve been to.” Sonia commented.

“Heh… Thanks.” Geoffrey walked to the kitchen.

“The smell is heavenly.” Sonia added. “Smells like apple pie.”

Geoffrey sniffed the air and his pupils shrunk. “I don’t have any air freshners that smell like apple pie.” The skunk rushed into the kitchen. The two girls on his heels.

A little girl stood on a chair by the sink. She was humming as she washed the dishes. She paused as she felt a new presence in the house. She looked up and beamed at Geoffrey.

“What are you doing?” Geoffrey placed the bag in his hand on the table. “You should be resting.”

“Angel wanted to show me how to make apple pie,” she murmured as Geoffrey hoisted her up into his arms. “I wanted to learn.”

Geoffrey sighed. “You know I don’t like it when you use the kitchen without me here. What will happen if something catches fire?” He placed his hands on her head. She didn’t have a fever. He sighed with relief as he placed his forehead on hers. “How long does the pie have left?”

The little girl turned to look at the chair at the end of the table. “About 15 minutes.” She answered when she turned back to look at him.

“Angel tell you that?” He gave a soft smile.

“Mmm-hmm!” She nodded. Her little pink quills bouncing up and down.

“Geoffrey, who’s your friend?” Sally and Sonia stood in the doorway dumbfounded.

The girl turned to look at them. She let out a squeak and buried herself in his chest.

Geoffrey sighed. “She’s shy.” He answered as he rubbed her back. “You can put the bag on the table.” He waved his hand to the table. “They’re safe. Princess Sally and Princess Sonia here are freedom fighters. They came to get some data discs from me so they can fight Robotnik.”

“The bad round man?” The girl tilted her head.

“Yes.” Geoffrey nodded.

“Princess Sally. Princess Sonia.” She repeated the names as she pointed at them.

“Yes. So be a good girl for me, okay?” Geoffrey smiled at her.

She nodded as she squirmed out of Geoffrey’s arms and onto the floor.

“Play nice until I get back.” Geoffrey ordered as he left the kitchen.

Sally and Sonia smiled at the little girl.

“Hi!” The girl waved as she put the chair by the sink back at the table. “You can have a seat if you want.”

“Aw!” Sonia squealed. “You’re adorable!”

Sally took a step away from Sonia. Sally looked the girl up and down. She was a pink hedgehog with short quills pulled back by a red hairband. Her green eyes were large and shined like emeralds. She looked like she was only two to three years younger than them, around Tails’ age.

“My name is Sonia. And this is Sally. Which you already know. What’s your name?” Sonia knelt in front of her.

She merely smiled before making a loud sound as she looked at Sally. Sally froze as she stared at the girl. “Angel’s sitting there. Don’t sit on here.” She pouted. “Sit next to her.” She pointed at the seat next to the one at the end.

Sally merely smiled as she sat down in the seat the girl told her too. The girl must have an imaginary friend. “I’m afraid I can’t see Angel. My apologizes.”

“It’s okay. Most people can’t see her.” The girl sighed.

“Well can you tell me about Angel and yourself?” Sally smiled.

“Yeah, like a name?” Sonia beamed down at her as she helped her into a seat.

“I’m Amy Rose.” She smiled.

Sonia eyes widened at that name. “You wouldn’t have happened to write a letter to Sonic the Hedgehog once a month would you?” She had seen that name before on several letters Sonic received. Amy Rose was a big fan.

Amy Rose nodded. “I send one once a week,” she corrected, “He says I can only send candies once a month.”

“Sonic says that?” Sally smiled.

“No. Geoffrey-san.” Amy shook her head. “He says too much candy will make Sonikku sick or fat. Then he won’t be able to save people anymore.”

“And that fact still stands. Too much sweets are bad for you.” Geoffrey returned holding a box full of floppy discs. “Here are those discs for you, Princess Sally.” He placed the box in front of her. “That should hold all the specs we’ve been able to get on Robotnik’s robots. Now back to the topic of sweets, did you brush your teeth this morning?” He stood over Amy’s chair, staring down at her.

“Yes. Angel made me.” Amy pointed across the table. “She’s very naggy about stuff like that.”

“Well thank you Angel.” Geoffrey bowed to the empty chair.

“You certainly have a way with kids,” Sonia cooed. “You even encourage her imaginary friends.”

Geoffrey sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. Amy wasn’t going to like the phrase imaginary friend.

“Angel isn’t imaginary!” Amy yelled. “She’s real. Just because you can’t see her doesn’t mean she isn’t real. Angel is very nice. She’s one of the nicest ghosts that I’ve met.” The little girl stomped her feet on the chair.

Sonia leaned back. “I… uh…”

Geoffrey sighed as he placed his hand on Amy’s shoulder. “Amy, it’s okay. Remember that thing I told you?” His voice was calm and he looked at the little girl kindly. It was the kindest the two girls had ever seen him.

Amy looked down at her feet. “Most people can’t see ghosts. I can see them because I’m special.”

“That’s right. So why can’t you be mad at others who don’t understand?”

“Because people have trouble understanding what they can’t see or feel themselves.” Amy pouted.

“Can I ask for an explanation on the all the ghost stuff I just heard?” Sally leaned forward and said in a soft voice.

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