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I FINISHED IT GO MEEEE
I will post this in mousescribbles later, but RIGHT NOW, I FINISHED IT FINALLY.
Okay, so, April Fools fic exchange, right? You give a character (or two), and a prompt, and then get one yourself, and try to make it as far away from the intended meaning as possible while still filling the request.
I got Sonic, Shadow, and "pirates"... so I came up with a retarded idea. Sonic, Shadow, Death Note style! Sonic as a world class pirate, Shadow as the best RIAA agent...
Yeah. 8D So, without further ado...
This was the work of the Blue Blur - it had to be. There was no other way anyone else could have gotten access to the Station Square Film Festival. Security had been airtight - there was no way anyone should have gotten in.
And yet the screening of Perfect Chaos had somehow been videotaped and uploaded to every major torrent site on the internet.
Shadow the Hedgehog, RIAA’s finest agent, hissed a curse under his breath and squeezed the coffee cup in his hand, throwing its contents down his throat.
It had been nearly a year now since they had started hunting the Blue Blur - but couldn’t even attach a face or name to him. The most famous pirate on the internet, and all Shadow knew about him was his gender.
”Damnit,” he muttered, watching the security footage for the twentieth time, “Where are you, Blue?”
How many hours had he spent, pouring over the footage and the notes? And nothing, nothing. The only thing he had seen was his quarry’s namesake - a blue blur. The only other thing he had was guesses; hypothesizes. The Blue Blur likely possessed amazing speed, as he did. The Blue Blur wasn’t just pirating for the sake of pirating - he was likely doing it out of a grudge against RIAA.
But that was all the information he had. The hedgehog poured himself another cup of coffee, sharp red eyes focused on the screen. A grudge against RIAA… yes; that had to be it. He could even understand that, to an extent - his superior, Ivo Robotnik… he wasn’t exactly the most savoury of characters. But he was dedicated, Shadow had to give him that - he gave up a promising career as a neural surgeon to found RIAA. His methods were extreme, and sometimes questionable, but Shadow held a deep respect for him. But more than that - he was dedicated to his job. Pirating was stealing, in the end, and that was unacceptable.
He downed another cup of coffee, paying no mind to the fact it was cold now. Yes, The Blue Blur’s hatred for RIAA - if his theory was right, he could potentially set up a trap. A screening he would attend personally - and finally meet the world’s greatest pirate himself.
He squeezed his cup so hard it cracked and broke under the pressure. “Blue Blur… the real battle starts now.”
***
It was complicated to orchestrate; of course it was. The amount of paperwork, securing a location and guards; setting up advertising that would be sure to reach - and of course convincing Robotnik. The plan was rather simple, really - a documentary about him. It was the man himself who presented a problem - he was completely adverse to the idea of a documentary on him.
Especially considering what light said movie would show him in. Shadow did not relent; he assured him it was for the capture of RIAA’s top enemy. Even so, the former doctor wasn’t easy to reason with. In the end, they had to reach a compromise; the movie itself had to be fake; something else entirely. (Shadow disagreed with this; fake cheese in a mousetrap was risky, but he had no choice but to give in). And second - the advertisements for said movie had to be presented to one area in particular. One area only. (And of course, Shadow had no idea where the Blue Blur’s base of operations was). There was also that Robotnik told him, in no uncertain terms, that if the trap should fail - his career at RIAA was over. And Shadow knew Robotnik well enough to know that threat was not only limited to his job.
So, here he was, in the Emerald Hill theatre. Waiting. Hoping. Alone.
The guards posted outside all the entrances - the theatre itself was completely vacant. The screen was on; commercials. It would be another five minutes or so until the movie began.
He waited.
Four minutes.
Was the Blue Blur really in Emerald Hill? Out of all the places that housed film festivals, Emerald Hill was the smallest. Robotnik had questioned his judgement, asked him why he chose Emerald Hill. Shadow didn’t know.
Three minutes.
What if he should fail? What if he was wrong? It wasn’t just his job or his life on the line here. There was also Maria - Maria, whose rather expensive treatment had been funded by RIAA - if he lost here, he lost everything. Including her.
Two minutes.
There was no sound - nothing. Shadow cursed under his breath. “Was I wrong…?”
One minut--
The door slammed open.
The Blue Blur - yes, he was blue. Yes, he was a hedgehog. But he was younger - even younger than Shadow expected. The video camera, a rather advanced one, was at his side. Bright green eyes were glancing at the screen
The credits began to play… He was frowning, looking around at the theatre. His body tensed up, he took a few long steps forward-
”CHAOS SPEAR!”
A brilliant flash of light, a crack; and the massive stereo system crashed to the ground, blocking the door. The fire exit had been blocked off before; leaving the hedgehog trapped alone. Shadow heard the other hedgehog curse, head whirling around as he looked for him. He was unnerved.
”Who’s there?”
And Shadow emerged, red eyes bright, gun out and pointing at the other hedgehog. “Shadow the Hedgehog,” he responded calmly, even arrogantly, “With a warrant for your arrest, Blue Blur!”
The Blue Blur laughed; it was a long, hearty laugh - but there was something in it that bothered Shadow. “Shadow, huh?” His voice had lost the edge of uncertainty and was now chock-full of overconfidence, “Awfully brave of you, coming to take me on alone~”
There was a sudden rush of movement - a strong wind - and then gun was torn from his hands; and the other, younger hedgehog out of his sight. “A gun’s a little extreme, don’t you think, though~?”
Shadow snapped his head around, just as a long fist shot out nowhere, hitting him in the cheek. The force behind it was considerable, causing him to fall back a few steps. And he wasn’t finished yet. Shadow caught another flash of movement in the corner of his eye, before he was kicked in the stomach. He grunted, stumbling back into a seat. And then the fist was back - but Shadow learned his time. He grabbed it, tugging the other hedgehog closer. The Blue Blur was smaller than him - lighter, he noticed, but not by much. And then his own leg had shot up, his knee slamming hard into the other hedgehog’s stomach. He heard the gasp that emanated with some satisfaction, smirking as he tossed him back several feet. The Blue Blur went through several seats before finally coming to an awkward stop - but he was back on his feet in an instant.
”Not bad, Shadow,” he wiped his mouth with the back of a hand, “Not bad at all.”
”You’re talented,” shot back the RIAA agent, “So answer me this, boy - why waste that talent on stealing?”
”Stealing?” The Blue Blur gave an incredulous laugh, though it sounded sour, “I’m no criminal! Information should be free for everyone - it’s you, you RIAA and your leader, Robotnik - you’re the real criminals!” The bitterness was unmistakable now, and Shadow filed that away for future thought.
”It is stealing,” answered Shadow coldly, lunging for the other hedgehog, “Do you know much money is spent to make these movies? And how much is lost when thieves like you tape them without paying, and put them up for other thieves to download? And we who stop you, we’re the criminals?” The blue hedgehog ducked under his hit, backhanding him across the face.
”Ha!” snorted the Blue Blur, spitting at the ground, “So watching a movie on TV is stealing, isn’t it? Don’t even get me started on the money thing - millions and millions of dollars are provided to all the cast and crew, they aren’t losing anything! And you were just going to shoot me over taping a stupid movie!”
”You’re a criminal!” Shadow hissed back, “CHAOS SPEAR!”
But the other hedgehog was too fast, leaping away as the attack destroyed another row of chairs, “You’re a psycho!” he countered, “SONIC WIND!”
Shadow wasn’t sure what happened next - just that his vision was blurred, that suddenly he was in pain - and that he was no longer on the ground. When his senses returned to him, he was lying in a pile of crumpled theatre seats - aching all over. There was blood on the ground; his. The Blue Blur was standing over him, glowering.
”Who are you?!” he demanded, grabbing for the other hedgehog’s legs. He missed of course, fingers smacking against a destroyed cushion.
”Me?” there was a smirk plastered on his face, “Just a guy that likes adventure~ Call me Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog.”
Shadow lunged - but the other hedgehog knocked him back. “It’s time for me to go, Shadow. I’m sure we’ll play together again soon - that is, if you can catch me.
The RIAA agent threw himself to his feet, snarling at the blue hedgehog, “This isn’t over, Sonic the Hedgehog!”
But then Sonic had curled up into a spiky ball, throwing himself at the stereo system. Shadow ran after him - but the Blue Blur was gone. There was only a gaping hole; in the stereo system - somehow, he had cut through it all. And right in front of the wreckage - Sonic’s abandoned video camera. Shadow snatched it, holding under one arm as he stalked through the hole, nearly tripping over an unconscious guard. He didn’t even bother to give the body a vicious kick - he simply stumbled his way out, looking for the other hedgehog.
But he was gone. Shadow knew that; even as he tore through the rest of the theatre, looking.
Nothing. The other hedgehog was gone, utterly gone. Shadow felt his rage begin to drain away; change into something else entirely. Maria… He had failed.
No. The video camera - battered, barely functional but functional still - he had the video camera. He had a face. He had a name. He had a nemesis.
Another agent was approaching him now, looking hesitant, but Shadow barely noticed. “Sir?”
”Sonic the Hedgehog…” his voice was calm, deathly, deathly calm, “The real battle starts now.”
I will post this in mousescribbles later, but RIGHT NOW, I FINISHED IT FINALLY.
Okay, so, April Fools fic exchange, right? You give a character (or two), and a prompt, and then get one yourself, and try to make it as far away from the intended meaning as possible while still filling the request.
I got Sonic, Shadow, and "pirates"... so I came up with a retarded idea. Sonic, Shadow, Death Note style! Sonic as a world class pirate, Shadow as the best RIAA agent...
Yeah. 8D So, without further ado...
This was the work of the Blue Blur - it had to be. There was no other way anyone else could have gotten access to the Station Square Film Festival. Security had been airtight - there was no way anyone should have gotten in.
And yet the screening of Perfect Chaos had somehow been videotaped and uploaded to every major torrent site on the internet.
Shadow the Hedgehog, RIAA’s finest agent, hissed a curse under his breath and squeezed the coffee cup in his hand, throwing its contents down his throat.
It had been nearly a year now since they had started hunting the Blue Blur - but couldn’t even attach a face or name to him. The most famous pirate on the internet, and all Shadow knew about him was his gender.
”Damnit,” he muttered, watching the security footage for the twentieth time, “Where are you, Blue?”
How many hours had he spent, pouring over the footage and the notes? And nothing, nothing. The only thing he had seen was his quarry’s namesake - a blue blur. The only other thing he had was guesses; hypothesizes. The Blue Blur likely possessed amazing speed, as he did. The Blue Blur wasn’t just pirating for the sake of pirating - he was likely doing it out of a grudge against RIAA.
But that was all the information he had. The hedgehog poured himself another cup of coffee, sharp red eyes focused on the screen. A grudge against RIAA… yes; that had to be it. He could even understand that, to an extent - his superior, Ivo Robotnik… he wasn’t exactly the most savoury of characters. But he was dedicated, Shadow had to give him that - he gave up a promising career as a neural surgeon to found RIAA. His methods were extreme, and sometimes questionable, but Shadow held a deep respect for him. But more than that - he was dedicated to his job. Pirating was stealing, in the end, and that was unacceptable.
He downed another cup of coffee, paying no mind to the fact it was cold now. Yes, The Blue Blur’s hatred for RIAA - if his theory was right, he could potentially set up a trap. A screening he would attend personally - and finally meet the world’s greatest pirate himself.
He squeezed his cup so hard it cracked and broke under the pressure. “Blue Blur… the real battle starts now.”
***
It was complicated to orchestrate; of course it was. The amount of paperwork, securing a location and guards; setting up advertising that would be sure to reach - and of course convincing Robotnik. The plan was rather simple, really - a documentary about him. It was the man himself who presented a problem - he was completely adverse to the idea of a documentary on him.
Especially considering what light said movie would show him in. Shadow did not relent; he assured him it was for the capture of RIAA’s top enemy. Even so, the former doctor wasn’t easy to reason with. In the end, they had to reach a compromise; the movie itself had to be fake; something else entirely. (Shadow disagreed with this; fake cheese in a mousetrap was risky, but he had no choice but to give in). And second - the advertisements for said movie had to be presented to one area in particular. One area only. (And of course, Shadow had no idea where the Blue Blur’s base of operations was). There was also that Robotnik told him, in no uncertain terms, that if the trap should fail - his career at RIAA was over. And Shadow knew Robotnik well enough to know that threat was not only limited to his job.
So, here he was, in the Emerald Hill theatre. Waiting. Hoping. Alone.
The guards posted outside all the entrances - the theatre itself was completely vacant. The screen was on; commercials. It would be another five minutes or so until the movie began.
He waited.
Four minutes.
Was the Blue Blur really in Emerald Hill? Out of all the places that housed film festivals, Emerald Hill was the smallest. Robotnik had questioned his judgement, asked him why he chose Emerald Hill. Shadow didn’t know.
Three minutes.
What if he should fail? What if he was wrong? It wasn’t just his job or his life on the line here. There was also Maria - Maria, whose rather expensive treatment had been funded by RIAA - if he lost here, he lost everything. Including her.
Two minutes.
There was no sound - nothing. Shadow cursed under his breath. “Was I wrong…?”
One minut--
The door slammed open.
The Blue Blur - yes, he was blue. Yes, he was a hedgehog. But he was younger - even younger than Shadow expected. The video camera, a rather advanced one, was at his side. Bright green eyes were glancing at the screen
The credits began to play… He was frowning, looking around at the theatre. His body tensed up, he took a few long steps forward-
”CHAOS SPEAR!”
A brilliant flash of light, a crack; and the massive stereo system crashed to the ground, blocking the door. The fire exit had been blocked off before; leaving the hedgehog trapped alone. Shadow heard the other hedgehog curse, head whirling around as he looked for him. He was unnerved.
”Who’s there?”
And Shadow emerged, red eyes bright, gun out and pointing at the other hedgehog. “Shadow the Hedgehog,” he responded calmly, even arrogantly, “With a warrant for your arrest, Blue Blur!”
The Blue Blur laughed; it was a long, hearty laugh - but there was something in it that bothered Shadow. “Shadow, huh?” His voice had lost the edge of uncertainty and was now chock-full of overconfidence, “Awfully brave of you, coming to take me on alone~”
There was a sudden rush of movement - a strong wind - and then gun was torn from his hands; and the other, younger hedgehog out of his sight. “A gun’s a little extreme, don’t you think, though~?”
Shadow snapped his head around, just as a long fist shot out nowhere, hitting him in the cheek. The force behind it was considerable, causing him to fall back a few steps. And he wasn’t finished yet. Shadow caught another flash of movement in the corner of his eye, before he was kicked in the stomach. He grunted, stumbling back into a seat. And then the fist was back - but Shadow learned his time. He grabbed it, tugging the other hedgehog closer. The Blue Blur was smaller than him - lighter, he noticed, but not by much. And then his own leg had shot up, his knee slamming hard into the other hedgehog’s stomach. He heard the gasp that emanated with some satisfaction, smirking as he tossed him back several feet. The Blue Blur went through several seats before finally coming to an awkward stop - but he was back on his feet in an instant.
”Not bad, Shadow,” he wiped his mouth with the back of a hand, “Not bad at all.”
”You’re talented,” shot back the RIAA agent, “So answer me this, boy - why waste that talent on stealing?”
”Stealing?” The Blue Blur gave an incredulous laugh, though it sounded sour, “I’m no criminal! Information should be free for everyone - it’s you, you RIAA and your leader, Robotnik - you’re the real criminals!” The bitterness was unmistakable now, and Shadow filed that away for future thought.
”It is stealing,” answered Shadow coldly, lunging for the other hedgehog, “Do you know much money is spent to make these movies? And how much is lost when thieves like you tape them without paying, and put them up for other thieves to download? And we who stop you, we’re the criminals?” The blue hedgehog ducked under his hit, backhanding him across the face.
”Ha!” snorted the Blue Blur, spitting at the ground, “So watching a movie on TV is stealing, isn’t it? Don’t even get me started on the money thing - millions and millions of dollars are provided to all the cast and crew, they aren’t losing anything! And you were just going to shoot me over taping a stupid movie!”
”You’re a criminal!” Shadow hissed back, “CHAOS SPEAR!”
But the other hedgehog was too fast, leaping away as the attack destroyed another row of chairs, “You’re a psycho!” he countered, “SONIC WIND!”
Shadow wasn’t sure what happened next - just that his vision was blurred, that suddenly he was in pain - and that he was no longer on the ground. When his senses returned to him, he was lying in a pile of crumpled theatre seats - aching all over. There was blood on the ground; his. The Blue Blur was standing over him, glowering.
”Who are you?!” he demanded, grabbing for the other hedgehog’s legs. He missed of course, fingers smacking against a destroyed cushion.
”Me?” there was a smirk plastered on his face, “Just a guy that likes adventure~ Call me Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog.”
Shadow lunged - but the other hedgehog knocked him back. “It’s time for me to go, Shadow. I’m sure we’ll play together again soon - that is, if you can catch me.
The RIAA agent threw himself to his feet, snarling at the blue hedgehog, “This isn’t over, Sonic the Hedgehog!”
But then Sonic had curled up into a spiky ball, throwing himself at the stereo system. Shadow ran after him - but the Blue Blur was gone. There was only a gaping hole; in the stereo system - somehow, he had cut through it all. And right in front of the wreckage - Sonic’s abandoned video camera. Shadow snatched it, holding under one arm as he stalked through the hole, nearly tripping over an unconscious guard. He didn’t even bother to give the body a vicious kick - he simply stumbled his way out, looking for the other hedgehog.
But he was gone. Shadow knew that; even as he tore through the rest of the theatre, looking.
Nothing. The other hedgehog was gone, utterly gone. Shadow felt his rage begin to drain away; change into something else entirely. Maria… He had failed.
No. The video camera - battered, barely functional but functional still - he had the video camera. He had a face. He had a name. He had a nemesis.
Another agent was approaching him now, looking hesitant, but Shadow barely noticed. “Sir?”
”Sonic the Hedgehog…” his voice was calm, deathly, deathly calm, “The real battle starts now.”