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the-silver-peahen-residence · 7 months ago

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So did anything else happen for your beach vacations?

@demon-blood-youths

"Hmm? Well, we did go to the same beach when it's during the summer or when we wanna cool off. In fact, we did go again and it was pretty fun." Jinx smiled while looking to the anon.

"See? See?! I told you they were here. Just look at the babes..." Bradley sighed seeing the fractions there but more at the girls wearing bikinis today. Mineta along with some other pervs saw but they were giggling with nosebleeds.

"But look at em! All standing there in their glory. I wanna have one." One said.

"Me too!" another said.

"I know, I know my friends. We all do....though, I don't know if you'll get any panties here Mineta." he said seeing the other shrug.

"Ehhh it's fine. I can let it slide for today. Besides, look at all the cuties."

"How about we go down and show off hmm?" One said ready to go but Bradley stops him.

"Hold on...we have to be careful with this. If the hotties are here so are the guys. We need to be careful or maybe have some distraction." he said looking and noticed a sign that said.

"Private Beach for demon fractions and close friends only."

"Hmmm....."

~~~~At the beach~~~~~

"This is really nice you know. For once we can chill out!" Jinx smiled as she was sitting by Ink under a umbrella while she nods eating some tasty snacks they had here.

"I know right!? This is the best beach day ever!" she cheers. She even saw Kali sunbathing while wearing some sunglasses. Rex already got her a smoothie while the guys were playing some volleyball and some maybe in the water.

"Though..it's still relaxing don't you think?" Willow, the fraction leader to the Elemental phoenix feathers, was invited this time while she was wearing a light blue bikini but she was drinking something called a berry blast frozen drink. So sweet but had plenty of icecream and milk.

"Well, it's really nice..It would be cool to come out and enjoy the summer fun." Yuuka said wearing a nightshade bikini as well while rubbing some suntan lotion on Oblivion's back.

"Hmm..."

"Though, I wonder what we should do for the BBQ later? I heard Melinda and Jaron were going to be cooking something." Kali asked raising her sunglasses up while Ashley was sitting under a umbrella too even if she was shy wearing a bikini herself. She was even wrapped in a blanket. "And what are you doing!? You should relax!"

Ashley squeaks but saw Kali look at her. "S..s..sorry! I just never w..wore a bikini before!" she said nervous but Kali sighed to get up and yank the towel away.

"Oh stop that! You look good in one! Come on Ash. You gotta be more confident in yourself. Besides, Joshua loved it when he saw you in it." she said.

"B...b..but he didn't say anything. His face was red and he fainted.." she mutters.

"That's call him blushing to pass out from how adorable you look." Luna said looking to her. "Besides, the guys like the girls to have fun. I mean, they are having fun themselves playing out there." she said seeing the waves.

"True...." the girls sighed but went back to relaxing.

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"But it was a fun day...ehhhh before we had some company.."

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"Come on Joshua you passed out when seeing my sister? Why?" Rex was asking him but Joshua was still red remembering.

"I..I didn't mean to..It's just..I never saw her in a bikini before.s...she looked really....ummm.."

"Pretty?" Jaron said.

"Hot?" Rust said.

"Amazing?" Fosh asked.

"........a...all of the above. I don't want to be weird and upset you, Rex I-"

"Joshua, your dating my sister remember? I trust you with her since she seems really happy with you. All I ask is that you treat her well, love her, and be there for her. Other than that, your fine." he said patting his back.

"I think it's nice. The girls are having fun but our girlfriend are really cute. I mean, I didn't expect Breezy to wear one. It fits her.." Rust said happy.

"Yeah yeah..I guess it's fine even so." Navarro said even if Echo had one or a one piece swimsuit. She still looked cool. Even when she was surfing right now with some other girls too.

"Though, you said you and Melinda were having plans for the BBQ? Any ideas?" Ethan asked.

"I'm already got some ideas and she does to. We wanna be sure everyone enjoys it." Jaron laughed happy as the guys agreed with some playing volleyball.

As the girls were relaxing and having fun..

"Hello ladies! Nice day were having huh?"

They blink to hear some voices seeing Mineta and Bradley who was waving. Some of the girls gasped, others looked annoyed, and some looked ready to kill them.

"Uhhhhh..."

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE!? CAN'T YOU READ THE SIGN!?" Maggie shouted pointing to the sign.

"Ummm we can we just want to-"

"Ohhh no! You two need to leave! NOW!" she said about to toss them out.

"Wait wait WAIT!" Bradley stops Maggie who looked mad. "W..we just wanna say sorry..we know we got off on the wrong foot but..maybe we can try again?" he laughed seeing some of the girls moving away but Jinx and Ink looks to them.

"Uhhhhh as in starting over or you just wanting to try something?" Jinx asked.

"Starting over! Yeah that's it! Maybe we can try again.." he said happy while the girls look silent.

"I don't know..the last time you said that you tricked us. You could be doing it again." Luna said annoyed.

"Yeah, so why don't you do us a favor and get lost!" Kali said with her eyes slowly turning red.

"Oh come on! We didn't mean to be mean! WE do wanna start over. We give you our word..." he said.

"........"

"Right Mineta?" he said.

"Ohh yeah! Really!" he said even smiled to Ash who squeaked hiding behind Kali who keeps her safe.

"Look, you two need to leave. Your not welcome on this beach..so please just leave." Willow said.

"Oh fine...we just wanted to start over..but...before we leave..we have one thing to say..."

"????"

"GUYS NOW!!"

Suddenly, the other pervs show up while causing some chaos to unfold.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?" Kali shouted.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING!?" Ashley said afraid seeing this as some pervs tried to kidnap the girls!!

As the guys were still enjoying themselves, Rex stops to hear some shouting. "Uhh guys? Do you hear that?"

"....I do...wait, where is-"

"GET OFF OF ME YOU PERVERT!"

"That was Kali!" Rex said as the boys look seeing some other guys on the beach but they were trying to take the female members away!

"STOP TRYING TO REMOVE MY BIKINI TOP! NOOOOO!!" Ash said hitting two pervs away from her with some vines but they made grabby hands before they grab her but accidentally yanked the top off.

".....?!?" she saw one holding it but laughed.

"I got it!"

".....AAAAHHH!!" she screams covering her chest looking upset now. Even the other girls were trying to prevent them from doing the same when Kali got a towel to cover Ashley's chest.

"A..Ash!?" Joshua said.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?" Rust said but the guys rush over to see the pervs trying something before the girls were fighting them back.

"Oh come on guys hurry before the boys find out!" Bradley said with Mineta watching.

"HEY!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE!? WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!"

The two blinks to see the male members from the fractions and they did not look happy.

"Uhhhh.....april fools?" they said but some was not happy crackling their knuckles.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Sooooo...they tried to kidnap us or something but we were fine. However, all of the tops from the girls except Echo when one tried to kidnap her got taken but we got them back after the guys beat em up. Still a good beach day though.." Jinx said.

"It was not! Those pervs stole our bikini tops Jinx! Even yours was taken!" Mouse said.

"I know but I guess I was distracted fighting some I didn't know!" she said. The other members sighed.

#IC #silver roses #ask answered #muse answered #curious peahen and peacock #The misadventures of the panther and dragon #jinx #the cursed black flamed vixen/flamed panther of the damned #the fractions of NYC #demon-blood-youths

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junkydrawr · 1 year ago

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More Snively fic!

This scene is wedged in after fishing with Sonic and Sally but before gardening with Melinda. A few other scenes (not posted) take place in between as well and this scene also references other non-posted earlier stuff. Also, there is reference to the SatAM episode 'Sonic Conversion' (where they attempt to build a deroboticizer).

After Snively had woken the next morning and gone to the loo to do his business, he entered the kitchen. Instantly his caution radar went up. Bunnie wasn't preparing a meal. She was pouring their coffee into two canteens.

"What's going on...?"

"We're having breakfast in the pavilion."

He retreated to the couch, yawning. "Mmm. I'm actually rather tired still. I think I'll go back to sleep."

"Oh no, you don't. Yer comin' with."

"I'd rather not."

She slung both canteens over her shoulder. "That's nice. Ah don't care. Ah'm hungry, so let's go."

He flopped back onto the couch.

She sighed. "Don't be a stubborn git. Get up or Ah'm gonna drag you there by the hairs."

He growled. "You wouldn't dare."

"Ah wouldn't?" She laughed; he heard her metal feet getting closer. "Just try me, Sugah."

He didn't move.

He felt her furred hand grip his forearm and pull.

"Stop it!" He squealed. "Don't touch me - I'm tired! Just let me stay here!"

"Snively, stop that! Gosh, yer bein' stupid. How old are you, anyway?"

He sat up, lip lifted in a snarl. "Old enough that I don't need Mother Rabbit pulling me out of bed. Maybe you want to wipe my ass, too?" He grabbed his bag of clothes and stormed towards the bathroom.

"You don't need to take a shower!" She yelled through the door.

"Yes, I do!" He took his sweet time bathing and getting dressed.

They walked silently to the pavilion, he trailing behind the Mobian. Watching her hips sway, the fluffy puff of tail. Pondering, not for the first time - her luck for getting rescued before her nethers could turn to metal. He imagined she would've died quite quickly then - her body unable to purge the organic waste.

I doubt she sees herself as lucky.

He entertained the idea of sneaking away but then she turned to assure he was coming. He twisted his lips. They came to the meeting area and he beheld the core Freedom Fighters seated at the biggest table, an array of breakfast before them.

The skunk let out a huge groan as the two sat down. "How am I supposed to eat now, with that bloody stench in the air?"

Sonic chuckled.

Snively bristled. "Come off it, rodent. I don't smell. I've just showered."

"That makes it worse. At least the dirt helps mask it a little." Geoffrey held his nose.

"You smell like an armpit that's been sweating for a week straight." Snively sniffed and looked over the food. Bunnie handed over his canteen of coffee.

Sally let out a sigh. "Good morning, you two. Can we not start the day off with bickering?" Her stink eye settled on the skunk. He smiled coyly, tipping his hat.

Snively reached over the table for a blancberry muffin. Bunnie filled a bowl with sliced fruits and berries and slid it to him. "Eat somethin' good, Sugah."

He tried to ignore Geoffrey and Sonic's snickering. He wouldn't admit, but he enjoyed the fruit quite a bit. There was a certain...immediacy to it, a freshness that was never present in the dehydrated foods of Robotropolis. He popped berries into his mouth, savoring them between swigs of coffee.

The Mobians chatted about inane things. The weather. The current chores they were assigned to. Apparently, they operated on some kind of rotating schedule, when they weren't terrorizing Robotropolis. He tuned out, staring over at the path that led to the ring pool.

The chipmunk, Rosie, was leading some of the children down the path. The two-tailed fox turned and waved at them. They waved back. Snively took a bite of the muffin.

Sally sighed and Sonic patted her back. She picked up a small curl of paper, fiddling it between her fingers. "Sir Charles is still working on accessing the Command Room ducts. He's been spraying the metal grates with the Krudoz solution."

Rotor nodded. "How's it going?"

"They're corroding more slowly because of the coating over them. But we'll get through." She looked at Snively. He sipped his coffee, avoiding her eye.

"What can you tell us about those snake bots?"

He shrugged.

"You built them, didn't you?"

"Yes. What's there to tell? They're patrol bots. Robotnik never listened to me when I said the ducts needed to be protected. So I remedied that."

"They have some kind of tranquilizer in their bite?"

He nodded, helpless to the sneer that began to curl his lips. "Effective, wasn't it?"

"You had to run and let your uncle out to help you, so no," said Sally.

Do not react. He took a bite of the muffin, extra big. More time chewing, more time to bitchslap his rage back into its corner.

"Is there any easy way to deactivate them? It's too dangerous to throw Krudoz bombs inside the duct. Might eat the floor away right from under us."

"Not really. Maybe you could use a recording of my voice to tell them to stand down. They only respond to me. Robotnik and Naugus don't know about them."

"Yeah, that could work. We'll record you later. Have Sir Charles try it out." She looked over the group. "Once we can spy on the Command room again, we'll do our trial attack."

Snively ate another piece of fruit. It had a fibrous texture, a taste like coconut and strawberries. He tried to ignore a sudden spike of nausea. Attack. Missions. Despite his efforts, he had to set the fruit down as his belly lurched.

I...I can't go back there.

"W-w-what..." He cleared his throat. "...what kind of trial attack?"

"Don't worry, Sugah, we ain't needin' you for this one," Bunnie said, nudging his arm. He jumped slightly at the touch.

"We're planning to hit a factory. Just a test to see how Robotnik and Naugus retaliate without you there."

Snively grunted. "Ah. This paltry shit again."

The predictable frown arrived on Sally's face. "What?"

"This small fry nonsense. Let's blow up one factory. Let's shut down the generator for a couple hours." He yawned. "Let's just be a pain in the rear rather than inflict some serious damage. The SWATbots and their terrible aim caused more problems."

She scoffed. "We can only do so much at once. The longer we stay in Robotropolis, the higher the risk we get caught. And we aren't an explosives factory. We don't have some huge stockpile of bombs."

"Then build up until you have enough to actually do something. Do you know how annoying it was to constantly rebuild trifling things after you wrecked them? Like having a child make a mess right after you cleaned up."

Geoffrey snarled. "Why don't you shut it? Nobody asked your opinion."

He gave Bunnie a sidelong sneer. "Then why am I here? I told you I wanted to stay in bed."

"There's another reason we can't just blow everything up, Snively." Sally blew out a long, aggrieved sigh. "You know that."

He took a swig of coffee. His mind was blank. It couldn't be for fear of ruining anything. All their outdoor statues and monuments were long destroyed.

"I'm sure you don't care, of course, but...we do." The Princess's voice was a degree above frozen.

Another swig, and a shrug. He hoped to look apathetic rather than clueless.

"I don't think he gets it, Sal." The hedgehog scowled.

"The roboticized!" Sally exclaimed. "We have to be careful. That's why we don't target certain buildings. That's why we can't just 'blow everything up'."

Oh. Snively set down his coffee. "Why bother? They're a lost cause."

Sonic and Sally had a matching fire in their eyes. He heard Bunnie hiss beside him.

"Yo, my Uncle Chuck ain't no lost cause! Even if he can't get his body back, he's got his mind! He's alive!"

"We're working on a deroboticizer. We had some luck, but it didn't take."

An insidious chuckle escaped him. The heat level was rising at the table, but he uncapped the fuel anyway. "I highly doubt that."

His thoughts drifted to the massive shell of wires and glass in Robotropolis. How far along was Robotnik in building it? And then powering it, with energy far beyond what these animals had at their disposal?

They do have the power rings though...

He couldn't much ponder that, with Sally murdering him with her gaze. "I don't know why you're laughing. You don't know the progress we made."

"Heh. Then tell me."

She recapped their 'success story' and he shook his head. "Sounds like all that happened was the nanites created a superficial skin of flesh over the existing metal. But without anything to sustain it...it literally rotted away." He ate another berry. "Hardly a rousing victory."

For a moment, he basked in wicked satisfaction. The Princess's gaze dropped, crestfallen. Silently, she nibbled on her toast.

"Yo, that isn't cool, Snobley."

"What isn't cool? Breaking your bubble of delusion?"

"Oh mah stars. Snively, that's enough." Bunnie nudged him.

"I'll break your stupid nose!" Sonic jeered, his threats intertwining over Geoffrey's: "Oh, I'll break you, mate." Snively resisted the urge to yawn again. Julian had made worse threats before breakfast.

"They aren't a lost cause." Sally set down her toast, voice dark with ire and rising steadily. "It doesn't matter about our setback. We'll keep trying. When we bring Robotnik down, we'll have all the resources we need. And if we can't deroboticize them...we'll free their minds. They aren't a lost cause!" Her fist slammed the table.

"Sir Charles has been the only breakthrough in eleven years." Snively shook his canteen, hearing the unfortunate slosh of one last swig remaining. "But...good luck. I'm sure you'll do it. Somehow."

"We'll do it, Snively. We took Robotnik down, took you down. Destroyed the 'great' Doomsday machine. We got my father back. Look at our track record - look at yours. Why should I even care about the words of a failure?"

His teeth grit behind his lips. He fumbled for words cruel, vile... he ached to cut the grins off Geoffrey and Sonic's face, scalpel digging in deep, smell the blood. Instead, he sat, quivering with the want of violence.

"Believe what you want," he finally spat. "I've seen what overconfidence brings to an arrogant fool."

"So have I. Which is why you're sitting here, eating breakfast solely at our mercy." Sally wielded that scalpel with her eyes. The snickering from the men continued.

He jumped as Bunnie's hand touched his arm. "Come here. Ah want a minute, Sugah."

He pulled his arm away, but stood. Anything to get away from the vermin.

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Bunnie led him out of earshot - well, unless she screamed at him - to the edge of the pond's path. Being this close triggered the urge to head down and smoke.

"What was that all about, Sugah?"

"Just doing what I do best." Snively ignored her narrowing eyes. This was such a bore.

"Being a right git is what you do best?"

"Yes. Amid dispensing a dose of reality."

"It ain't reality."

"It is. You delusional fools just don't want to hear it. Everything is sunshine and roses with you." He rolled his eyes.

"And what's so wrong about tryin' to be positive? Ah know you ain't got much practice, livin' with Robotnik and all, but you could try it for once." She placed a hand on his arm and his skin crawled.

The mention of Julian brought that wretched bastard's face to the forefront. The bitterness inside him simmered. Came out in a hiss, boiling hot. He wrenched away. "Quit touching me, animal!"

A flurry of emotions whipped through her face. Surprise, anger. He braced himself for the punch. But the last emotion settled and it rankled him even more. Empathy.

"Ah know what yer doin'. Puttin' on a front. Actin' tough because yer scared to let us in. Scared to even try makin' friends."

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." He laughed. "Make friends? Words of a failure? I'll break your stupid nose? Yes, I'm truly feeling the kinship, Mobian."

"If you didn't bite like a little snake, if you weren't such a prickly little cactus all the time -"

She should've been a poet.

"I'm not in need of 'friends' like those." She'd forced him to come to this stupid breakfast, forced him to sit with the fleabags. Brought up Julian. And even worse, she was still hitting him with those dewy eyes of hope and compassion. Such things deserved to be crushed underfoot. They were nothing but luscious fruits brimming with poison.

"...And what a joke, to think any of you are actually friends. Your situation is what created your supposed bond. Would you really be friends with a boar like Geoffrey?" A dark sneer cut his face. "Would an uppity priss like Princess Stick-up-the-ass even look twice at a twangy bumpkin like you?"

"Don't talk about her like that," Bunnie growled, and her metal fist clenched by her side. He watched it, a strange rush of eagerness flooding his veins. Oh, to break down Miss Rabbot's facade of saintliness. Make her give in to the urge to brutalize. It surely must reside beneath that sugary exterior.

He cast an eye to the meeting table, still within sight. The occupants were watching them.

All I need to do is push a few buttons...and bam. She'll go off like a bomb.

"Oh and why not? She's just a bag of lies, like all of you. Filling you with this nonsense. Why do you even want to be deroboticized, anyway?" He reached forward, flicking a fingernail with a 'ping' against her metal shoulder.

She bit her lip. "It...it ain't just about me."

"But it mostly is. Admit it."

"No, it ain't!" Her voice rose. But her eyes were going glassy, gathering tears.

This was like a child's game and he basked in the pettiness of it. "How can it not be, Rabbot? You want to trade your best asset just to look 'pretty' again."

A small cry escaped her. Her metallic fist raised up to her breast, tightening. Ready to launch. He goaded further, dug in.

"Come on, Rabbot! Do what you do best. Use that fist!" He took a step forward.

She drew in a breath and slowly that hand unfolded. The empathy was gone at least, replaced by disappointment and a wayward tear. She wiped it, turned away. "Ah'm going back to breakfast. You either come or don't."

She left him standing there with his cheek tilted, waiting for the blow that never came, the sick want of it gurgling in his gut like reflux. He watched her go back, watched all the eyes staring at him, waiting for him to move.

Fool. You look like a fucking fool.

He turned and headed for the pool, with not even a cigarette to fill the hollow inside.

----

Bunnie returned to the table and took a long drink of coffee, composing herself.

"Snively's not joining us?"

"He ain't ready to be civil yet, Ah guess." She slowly chewed one of the fibrous fruits. Her mind was in the past, to the day she thought she'd been deroboticized, just for a short while. In all the commotion with Chuckie reverting back to Robotnik's slave, she hadn't had much time to grieve. Late that night, crying in the shower, she'd noticed a sludge, a congealed film over her robotic parts that smelled terrible. She'd scrubbed and scrubbed, sobbing until long after the water was cold.

Without anything to sustain it... it literally rotted away.

She swallowed hard, feeling her throat close.

"You're too soft on him," Sally said.

She quietly cleared her throat. "Y'all can't expect him to change overnight..."

"Hey. You alright? What did he say?"

"Nothin'. Just bein' a git. Ah can handle it."

"Maybe he should go back to the jail," Sally said. "We gave him freedom too soon. He hasn't earned it."

"Maybe you should just give him a good beat down," Geoffrey waved a piece of toast. "That's how Robotnik kept him in line."

"Do Ah look like Robotnik to you?" Bunnie snapped, her voice turning bitter. "Other than my metal arm, of course. Ah don't know, maybe Ah am closer to him than anyone."

"Bunnie..." Concern wrinkled Sally's brow.

"Maybe he's right, ya know. About the lost cause."

"Yo, that stupid dweeb isn't right about that!" Sonic was up in a flash, sitting next to Bunnie and putting his arm around her. "Like Sal said, once we get the city back, we got all the tools we need. And we got Uncle Chuck. He ain't gonna stop until he figures it out."

He gave her a shake until she finally cracked a small smile and a nod.

"Mon cheri! My sweet!" Antoine and Rotor came up then, the coyote handing a flower to Bunnie. He gave Sonic a dirty look. The hedgehog returned to his seat.

"What took you so long?"

"That automatic vacuum I made for Ant had a little...glitch." Rotor sat down. "I had to help clean up the mess it made."

"I am thinking...the robots you make for me are curse-ed," Antoine said.

"Seems that way." Rotor chuckled.

"More like you're cursed," Sonic amended with a smirk.

As Sonic and Antoine bickered, Sally looked to Rotor. "You're starting to clean the workshop and storeroom today, right?"

Rotor wilted. "Yeah. I'll be done... maybe two years from now?"

"I was going to have Snively help Rosie today. But I think you could use it more. Would you be all right with him helping you?"

Rotor waffled uncertainly, then nodded. "Yeah. I guess so."

"All right. Good." She smiled, and then her eyes drifted to Bunnie again. The rabbit looked away, but unlike Snively, she felt no ire for the compassion in her friend's eyes.

But she did feel shame.

----

Snively smiled, then did a quick lookabout to make sure nobody saw him smiling. He'd taken off his boots and waded into the cool waters. A patch of clay made a wonderful burrow for his feet. He wiggled his toes into it, smiled again.

The last time he'd willingly swam was sometime in his childhood, before coming to Mobotropolis. Father had often had meetings with other stuffy bigwigs at the lakeside. Young Snively had kept himself entertained wading and floating (and sneaking alcoholic drinks when he could).

I've forgotten how pleasant water is. He did a pivot, his hands trailing through the coolness. When he came to face the path, Sally was standing there. Shit. He didn't drop the smile fast enough.

"I saw," she said. "You're finally smiling, now that you went and hurt Bunnie's feelings, after all she's doing for you."

"Yes, I'm a 'right git'," he said. Smiled again, just to annoy her. "Maybe you should exile me from the village."

"I can exile you back to the jail cells."

"Whatever pleases you, Princess." He waded out further, turning his back to her. Any deeper and he'd get his rolled-up pants wet.

"It would please me if you did something constructive today. Not wandering around and getting yourself beaten up again."

He smirked, looked over at her. "You really shouldn't blame the victim, Princess."

Her eyes went dark. "You are not the victim, Snively."

Such a priss. It was a joke. She's as humorless as Uncle.

"I am being constructive," he said to her continued glare. "I'm taking a mental health day. That's important, right?"

She gave an exasperated headshake. "You need more than a day. But...speaking of health, I want Doctor Quack to examine you. Make sure you're ok."

A screeching laugh burst from him. "Did you say Doctor Quack?"

"Yes, Horatio Quack, our doctor-"

He put a fist to his mouth to stop the mad giggles. "Haha...Q-q-quack...oh, you people are hilarious."

"We'll get you in today," she said and his giggling finally quelled.

He sloshed a hand, perturbed. A Mobian poking and prodding him? Asking questions about old scars? No thanks. "I don't need an exam. I'm healthy. I've been injected with a zillion nanites over the years."

She ignored that. "After that, I want you to help Rotor. He's going to start organizing his storeroom. It's a big job."

"But I'm forbidden to go in there." He shook the wrist with the tracker.

"And who forbade you? Come on. Let's see if Quack can see you."

He took a step back. "I'll help Motor, but I'm not going to your quack of a doctor."

"Yes, you are. Come on." Her hands went to her hips.

"No."

"Snively, don't think I won't come in there and drag you out."

That brought enticing thoughts of how she'd look with her fur plastered to her skin. Another step back. "You're welcome to try."

She growled, eyes flashing. "Or maybe I'll go fetch Daddy. Do you want him to get involved?"

He stiffened. "You...you don't have to get him. I... I just don't want to be touched by some weirdo. If I was sick, I'd tell you." He widened his eyes, stuck out his bottom lip.

She groaned. "Fine. You can go to Quack tomorrow."

That isn't going to happen. If I can push it back one day, I'll push it back another. Indefinitely.

He waded towards shore. He'd gotten his pants wet after all. Sally griped while he took his time putting on his socks and boots.

----

They headed through Knothole. Cresting a small hill, they came to a strange octagon-shaped building plated in metal. On one side was a long, low building, on the other was a hut. The hut door opened as they came near, and the pudgy walrus emerged.

"Uh, hi guys."

Sally unclipped her computer. "NICOLE, disable location 'Rotor's workshop' on Snively's tracker."

"Disabled, Sally."

Rotor stood near the door of the metal building. "Might want to stand back."

When the door opened, Rotor dived to the side. Like a flood, a mixed assortment of junk came flowing out. Metal scraps, robot parts, wires, tools. When the tide settled, it revealed the storeroom was still crammed floor to ceiling.

Snively kicked aside a broken screwdriver. "Hoarding issues?"

Rotor rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, you never know what you need until you need it."

Snively's foot found another item. A rusted and dented head of an old caterkiller robot. He snorted, gave it a good boot. "Is everything in here as useless as that?" He turned to Sally. "I've changed my mind. I don't want to help with this."

"I don't recall this being a voluntary assignment." She patted Rotor's arm. "Good luck. And you let me know if Snively is misbehaving."

Rotor blushed. "Sure, Sally."

The Princess left. Snively watched her, then cast a side eye to the walrus. He was watching her too. Did everyone around here want a piece of squirrel?

"Better get started. I mean, this is gonna take more than one day anyway, for sure. I'm gonna get some tarps so we can organize things."

Rotor headed towards the long building, which Snively assumed was the workshop. Not that he cared. The walrus's back was turned.

Perfect opportunity to escape. He's too fat to catch me.

He tried to forget that the walrus had caught him before.

Snively spun around and hurriedly skittering away. He got to the small hill. At the bottom, Sally Acorn stood with her arms crossed.

He came to a stop. Slowly, she unfolded one arm and aimed a finger back towards Rotor's hut. Her eyes were murderous.

Rotor was laying down the second tarp when Snively returned. He didn't say a thing, just pointed to a stack of tarps. With a grunt, the Overlander took one, shaking it out and laying it aside the others.

"Come on, this is gonna be fun. Who knows what we'll find?" Rotor smiled unconvincingly.

Maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe I can find things to disable this stupid tracker. Snively's eyes brightened at the thought.

Sally will most likely have you frisked, you know.

A dirty little smile touched his lips. Well. Then I better fill my pockets.

Rotor looked over with a frown.

Then again, I imagine it'll be Tuna-breath here doing the search.

He leaned down and hooked a finger in the caterkillers's busted-out eye socket. "So, which one is the trash tarp?"

Four hours later, they had items on every tarp...and had barely made a dent into the contents of the storeroom.

Rotor uncertainly looked down at a jumble of frayed wires. Snively swiped it from his hand.

“That is absolute garbage.”

“But I could salvage a few of those wires, I-”

“You've got enough wire to encircle the bloody planet!” Snively whipped it towards the trash pile.

“Yeah...I guess so.” Rotor observed a piece of pipe next. “Hmmm. Well, it's a litle rusted, but-”

“Trash.”

With a sigh, the walrus chucked the pipe at the trash tarp. He yawned then, rubbed at his eyes. “All this sorting is tiring.“I'm beat. Think I'll pick this up again tomorrow.”

“Fantastic. Well. Goodbye.” Snively bent over and dusted off his pants, then turned to walk away.

“Um...wait.” Rotor wrung his hands. “Do...do you want to help me tomorrow?”

Not particularly, he wanted to say. Of course, if he didn't, Sally would probably find something even more irksome to occupy him. He blew out a breath.

“Think you can sneak some drinks over here?”

“Like...alcoholic drinks?” Rotor frowned and shook his head.

“You're no fun...” Snively sighed, looking over the tarps. Even the 'keeper' piles were absolute junk.

“It's ok. I'll see if Antoine is free.”

At that moment, Sally approached. Snively grit his teeth; he had been hoping to escape before she showed up.

“How are things going? My goodness, Rotor, was all of this really in there?”

“This isn't even a quarter of it,” the small human grumbled.

She gave him a dark stare. “And how were you today? Did you behave yourself? Rotor, how was he?”

“I was an angel,” Snively simpered, batting his eyelashes.

“I don't know what that is,” Rotor said, scratching his head. “But...um...yeah. He was really helpful. Don't think he wants to come back tomorrow though.”

“Well...” Sally smiled sweetly. “Isn't that too bad. Same time tomorrow, Snively.”

He grumbled. “Yes. Well. See you then, Motor.”

“Um...It's Rotor...”

“...Whatever.” Again, Snively made to leave. Sally put her hands on her hips.

"Wait a minute. Take off your boots and socks. Turn out your pockets."

Snively squeaked, putting a mock-abashed hand to his mouth. "Why, Princess! Shouldn't we have some privacy before you remove my clothes?"

"You wish. Do it, or I'll have them removed in front of the whole village!"

"What's with you animals and stripping me?" He mumbled.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing." He grunted as he crouched to take off his footwear. No contraband there. His pockets came out similarly empty. You must think I'm truly stupid, Miss Priss, to steal on the first day.

She didn't know about his underwear either, apparently. Bunnie hadn't laughed about it with her?

Good. The perfect hiding place for me. Albeit a little uncomfortable.

She scanned him with NICOLE then, checking for any electronic devices or trackers. Satisfied, she beckoned him to follow.

"Am I released from my servitude?" Snively asked as he trailed her down the hill.

"For today." Her eyes narrowed. "It's dinnertime. Bunnie is eating with Sonic, Antoine and I, just so you know. You're on your own."

His stomach grumbled right on cue.

She smiled, bereft of humor. "Apologies go a long way with her. She won't go demanding them, but believe me. It'll help."

He mumbled under his breath. "I'm not apologizing for being right."

She tilted her head. "I can't understand you when you mumble like that. Speak up."

He shook his head.

She tossed her hair, sniffed. The epitome of snobbery. "I doubt it was worth hearing anyway. Stay out of trouble."

Yeah right.

----

He swung open the door to Bunnie's, pausing in the threshold. The place was quiet. If she was eating with her friends and hadn't invited him, she must still be sore from the truth beatdown.

"Oh please," he muttered. "If I bawled every time Robotnik said something mean, there wouldn't a speck of dry land on the planet!"

There was leftover noodles and vegetables from last night in the cold storage. But when he opened the door, the noodles were absent. His stomach growled again. She must've taken them to the dinner.

"Shit." He twisted his lips, went to the window to peer in the direction of the mess hall. No amount of hunger would force him in there.

I take it she doesn't want me here tonight. He sighed, searched the fridge again and found nothing tempting. He took a packet of smoked fish from the pantry and left. One stop at the jail to retrieve the hidden cigarettes he'd stolen from Geoffrey and then he was at the pond, lighting up.

In between puffs, he ate the fish. It was salty and strong. He made a face, thoughts going to Rotor. And then to the piles of things... There had been wires. Magnets. Batteries. He lifted his wrist, eyeballing the tracker.

I know I can disable it. Might need some kind of shock protection to wrap my wrist. In case there's some kind of anti-tampering failsafe in there. He wouldn't put it past Sally.

He'd wait. See what else emerged from the depths of the storeroom.

His thoughts then turned to the Freedom Fighter's pointless mission. It would be curious to see how Robotnik and Naugus were faring without him. Terrible, I'm sure. I was the city's heartbeat.

He stretched out his feet, looking over the pool. The remembrance of the water sliding on his skin, cool as weightless silk. He shivered, contrasting it to the oppressive clouds, the perpetual twilight of Robotropolis, all waters rancid and vile. The noise, the smell, the acidic sting in the air.

He started a little at his thought.

I don't miss it.

A light drizzle started. He, wedged against the tree stump, was mostly protected from it by the swaying leaves above. It felt nice after the work of the day, regardless.

It carried on for a long while. He guessed he'd been here an hour, burning through two more cigarettes. Nobody came down to swim. The sky shifted to a darker blue, the light waning.

He burped and it tasted like fish. Yuck. He was terribly thirsty. He stood and went to the shore, crouching down to cup his hands into the water. But as he went to drink, he froze.

The water in the middle of the pool was...bubbling? He opened his hands, letting the liquid slip through, and retreated several paces. Brow wrinkled, he stood warily.

Now a light was shining up through the depths.

What in the bloody hell?

A loud whoop startled him. It sounded like a hurricane was headed down the path. The blasted hedgehog. Quickly, he ducked behind one of the trees.

The hedgehog zoomed out onto a log that overhung the pool. Snively had never sat on it for fear of falling into the water (or getting knocked in by that mutant fox). He stood, his sneakered foot tapping. The turmoil of the water grew, the glow became so bright Snively had to squint, his eyes watering.

From a tower of water, a sparkling gold ringlet arose. A power ring! Sonic grabbed it, quickly tucking it into his knapsack.

Snively's mouth flooded with saliva, his brain awash in sycophantic thoughts, tingling with the serotonin rush. Oh, if I could get that for Uncle, he'd be so pleased with me, it would make him so happy, I must get it-

Sonic zipped away. The glow faded, the pool fell dim in the waning daylight. A mosquito bit his arm, breaking him from his stupor.

He blinked away after-images of the golden ring. The rush vanished, replaced by the sourness of loathing. He set his nails into his arm, twisting the skin, pinching hard enough to dig red crescents. You stupid sod. You absolutely pathetic... You are not Robotnik's bitch anymore...!

He emerged from the trees, gazing forlornly at the dark waters. His stomach rumbled from the fish. More mosquitoes swarmed him. It was nearly night and he was without a haven.

He dropped his arm, let it swing, feeling the weight of the tracking bracelet.

...No...you're not Robotnik's slave anymore. Now you're just the chattel of these damned animals.

----

He wandered the darkening village aimlessly.

There was no masochistic way he was going to stay at Geoffrey's again. He ended up back in the prison hallway, but once his teeth began chattering, he abandoned that idea.

Feeling frazzled, he wandered again before pausing before Sally's hut. Lights were on inside. She moved past the window, with NICOLE in hand, her mouth yammering.

"Any excuse to hear the sound of your own voice," he muttered. A dark smirk spread on his face as he watched her pace. Various fantasies he'd entertained on long hours of security played through his head.

A sudden breeze cooled the rising sweat on his body... A strange wind swooping over his left side. He turned to look and his scream was only stifled by a gloved hand clamping over his mouth.

Sonic drew back his hand when Snively was done squealing. The hedgehog's quills were on end. "Just what you doin' out here, Snerdly, peeking at my girl? "

"Uh... N-n-no." Snively cleared his throat. "I uh...need a place to sleep tonight."

Sonic's smile was vile. "You sure the heck ain't sleeping at her house."

Snively couldn't help the rising sneer. "Someone is insecure..." He cleared his throat again. "Very well. Do you have room?"

"Nobody is roomin' with this ole hedgehog. And if Bunnie kicked you out, then you probably deserve to sleep on the ground tonight. Ciao, Sardine-breath." He zoomed off, the blast of wind knocking Snively on his ass.

"Pfft." He dusted himself off. "I should go charm the pants off the Princess just for that. Well, if she wore pants..."

He moved on, pausing outside a hut with immaculate flower bushes. He could almost smell the cologne that permeated the house like cat piss.

Why not. He knocked on the front door. After a moment, it opened with a blast of scented air.

"Good evening, Antoine. Is there any chance I could sleep here tonight?"

Antoine gave a smary, sweet smile. "Why, Snipley. I love having zee guests." He stepped back, beckoning inside graciously.

His bullshit meter dinged, but Snively went in anyway. Antoine reached past him to shut the door, and the smile dropped from his face. His whiskers quivered.

"You fuel. You dare to come here after you have upsetted Bunnie!"

Snively groaned. "My goodness, you animals are such gossips. Do you ever just keep things to yourself? We got in an argument -"

He was cut off by a fist to the chin. "Ow. Damn it!"

"Be glad I do not skewer you!" The fox hissed and pulled Snively from the door by the shirt front. "You are not even fit to sleep in my rosebush, connard!"

Snively yanked away and fumbled for the doorknob. He backed out onto the stoop. "Mange de la merde," he sneered, relishing Frenchy's surprised look before the door was slammed in his face.

He twisted his lips as the cool breeze blew across his bald head. Wandering again. Geoffrey and his friends were smoking by the pool now. That was a no go. He thought of asking Rosie. Maybe going back to Rotor's? He sat in the pavilion, but the roof overhead didn't alleviate the chill. I should have grabbed a blanket before I left Bunnie's...

His aimless feet took him to the object of his thoughts. He gazed upon Bunnie's hut.

I'll do what Sally said. I'll apologize. Grovel a little. She'll lap it up.

A strange pang radiated through his chest. It's not like you don't deserve to grovel. For what you said.

He scowled hard, imagining himself squashing that stupid feeling under his boot. I didn't say anything untrue! And these animals have caused every one of my broken bones. They can get stuffed.

He drew in an angry breath and stopped himself from knocking on her door. Instead, he opened it and stepped in, expecting to be instantly reprimanded.

She was not at her usual spot at the kitchen table or rocking chair. The lights were off except for her bedroom, where the door was ajar. He heard her voice.

Well, she isn't with Antoine. Unless he beat me over here?

Light on his toes, he snuck to the door. As he peeked in, he heard her mummer.

"Yer a monster."

He froze.

She was turned away from him, standing before her mirror. Her jumpsuit was a purple lump on the floor. He drew in a breath. With the reflection, and his position, he could see all of her.

"Ya know they think it too. Ain't just him..." She continued to beseech her glassbound twin.

She was the antithesis of Sally's slim, athletic form. The rabbit's hips were full, breasts heavy and soft.

His breath caught, not for rushing blood or rising lust, but for what lay hidden beneath her clothes.

Where her robotics meshed with her flesh, on arm and legs...ropey scar tissue edged the metal like rocks on a shoreline. He imagined a foreign body lodged in flesh, and the body encapsulating it, protecting itself from further harm.

Her body didn't much care for the invading metal, I suppose.

The process is supposed to be seamless. Sir Charles intended to save mangled limbs, replace worn out body parts. There should be no ill reactions with the flesh and metal.

...Yes, but Charles never perfected it. He gave up at the first setback. His silly idealism couldn't handle sacrifices that have to come with advancement...

His musing was derailed by a soft, pervasive sound. He refocused his hazy eyes, saw her hands lift to cradle her face and stifle her weeping.

He backed away from the scene. You did that to her.

He moved quietly to the door, through her cozy, secure home. It was warm. It was safe.

Did what to her? Gave her powerful limbs that have helped her people? But she's not as pretty anymore?

He eased out the door, frowning and curling his lip, dredging up bitterness to combat the unease.

She has it good. All these animals have it good! They could live here hidden, forever in peace, but they chose to fight. That's on them!

He closed the door quietly and stood out on the stoop. The night breeze quickly chilled him. Or perhaps the coldness was coming from within.

It doesn't matter. Say you're sorry, just to get back in.

He stood there, idiotic, with his fist raised.

I'm sick of saying sorry.

The night deepened. The moons were mere slivers. Another gust made him shudder. He knocked on the door.

There was no answer and he knocked again. Finally, he saw her shadow behind the small window. She opened the door. Clothed again, her eyes were bright yet tired, her headfur freshly combed. She scowled.

"Ahh, so you finally crawled back here, huh? A mite too cold out there, Sugah?"

With this shit on, it is.

He held his tongue, plastering on a meek smile. "Miss Rabbot, allow me to apologize. I was out of line."

Her scowl took on a dark edge. "Since when do you care about that, now that yer uncle ain't here to knock yer block off for it? You get to say exactly what's on yer mind now, don't you?"

He cleared his throat. "I say things I don't mean."

She narrowed her eyes. "Yer nothin' but a lyin' snake. Ah think a little cold air could do ya good."

He opened his mouth, then closed it. A stab went through him at the accuracy of her words. Normally, the disdain would be received with relish, a satisfied rush. That he meant enough to evoke such ire. But the thrill didn't come. He took a step back, lowering his eyes. "Very well."

He didn't look back as he started to walk away.

"Snively, git back here."

He turned, confused. She beckoned inside.

"Ah didn't say to stay out there."

He silently headed in and sat awkwardly on the couch. She turned on the kitchen lamp. Her bedroom door was open, the interior still illuminated.

She put a kettle on for tea and then leaned her back against the counter.

"So you didn't mean what you said, huh. Well, then, Ah'm curious. What do ya think Ah do best, if it ain't hitting thangs with my metal fist?"

He hadn't prepared for this pop quiz. "Ahhh...cooking? Being...nice?"

She laughed, a short cynical sound.

"Nobody around here is...nice like you," he continued, lamely.

"Now you're tellin' fibs. Don't look at me and lie, tellin' me Ah've got a greater value beyond these metal parts. See, yer the only one who's come out and said it outright."

He thought of Securitybot #002. His friend and guard, but still only so because it was programmed to be. He could make another just like it, and another.

"Robots are a dime a dozen."

She frowned.

"Your parts are a convenience, but are they necessary? Are they something Motor couldn't duplicate? Or he could build an actual robot to work for you."

"So yer saying Ah have no use."

He drew in an irritated breath. Maybe sleeping outside was better than enduring this prattling. "So you're saying, if you hadn't been roboticized, you'd just be sitting back?"

She turned to get teacups and tea. Pouring, her voice was hard. "No, Ah wouldn't, but Ah wouldn't be much use either. You said it. All Ah'm good for, as Ah am now...is for these." She sighed and brought the tea to the table. "Come and get a cup."

He stayed on the couch, his body stiff. He felt clenched as a turtle in its shell, his insides burning with acid. I don't owe her anything, I don't owe her shit.

I didn't ask her to take me in. She did it to look like some shining knight, to wave her supposed mercy under everyone's nose.

She sat down. "It's nice and hot and you still look cold. Yer shivering."

It's why she didn't hit me. Keeping up the guise of a saint. It must be what she's doing. Who does anything nice for free..?

He felt locked. Inflated with vitriol. He growled, unable to withstand it. She needled him in a way Julian hadn't managed. "I said it to anger you. Hurt you. I said it because I knew it would!"

She lifted her cup and blew over the top.

His muscles relaxed enough for him to move. But he was wary. Maybe she wanted him over there so she could toss the scalding liquid in his face.

She took a sip and nodded. "That's obvious, Sugah." She patted the tabletop.

He came over, cautious, perched on the edge of the chair. She set down her cup.

"Relax. If Ah'd wanted to hurt you, Ah would've thrown ya clear out the door. Maybe a good kick to yer skinny rear."

The steaming liquid flowed through his cells, easing the chill away. He sipped for a long while. Keeping his mouth occupied seemed wisest, but when it was finally free he muttered. "If it's obvious...then why do you take it seriously? The things I say...? It's what I'm best at. Being a 'right git.'"

She leaned back. Shaking her head, her lips pursed. It was the type of look he'd imagine from Sally, that condescending disappointment. "You might be from Robotropolis, but you ain't a robot. Yer not an automaton. Are ya?"

He took a sip.

"You choose to say thangs. Nobody makes you. Ah'm askin', are you a robot?"

He didn't answer. I might as well be.

"Tell me why Ah shouldn't take it seriously, when you choose yer words calculated, on purpose...to do damage?"

He couldn't tell her why. There was no why. She was wrong. He was a shell on strings, each being yanked by the emotions inside. Hate dark as a thousand nightfalls, the bitterness of a million lemons, the anger deep enough to fill an ocean trench. He was nothing but a corpse being kept alive by those things, moving, talking, for their whims.

She got up and rummaged in the cold storage and he continued to sip, staring blankly at the tabletop. She set down saucers, forks and a cheesecake.

"Ah'm cravin' a snack. You?"

He shrugged. His sweet tooth rarely turned down sugar.

She cut two slices.

He silently cut off a small piece and let it melt in his mouth. The weight of her eyes was on him.

"Still waitin' for an answer."

"What do you want me to say?" He mumbled. "I...hurt people. It's...what I do. Would you blame a thorn for scratching you? Snow for making you cold?"

"No, but you ain't some inanimate object!"

He swallowed hard. "... But... It's... I can't say anything I haven't said. I... I don't know how to be any other way. This is why...I..."

And now anger rose up. How dare some fucking animal make him feel like this! Fumbling. Apologetic. Demanding of him, as if they had a right! Expecting him to engage in their foolish sentiments and sunlit lies! He set down the fork with a clink, hissing. "...this is why I just want to be bloody left alone."

He stood up, intending to retreat to the couch and the impenetrable shield of a blanket pulled over his face.

"Sit down. You better not be wastin' that cake."

He stood there, breathing like a bull.

"Sit that scrawny butt down!"

He dropped back into the chair.

She smiled slightly and ate a piece of cheesecake. He gripped the fork and glared at the delectable treat.

"No need for you to be mad, Sugah. You get a warm couch and cake. It's rough, Ah know."

She must be practicing sarcasm with Sally. He ate another piece. It was really good, but his enjoyment was muted. He almost wished he were back in the infirmary, drowsily listening to the beeps. Hopped up on meds, eating the Medibot's cherry gelatin with whipped cream. It had been strangely peaceful, he thought. Devoid of humanity and warmth, but devoid of anything cruel either.

Heaven, I guess. I didn't know what I had.

That almost made him laugh.

Bunnie sipped tea and ate her cake quietly for a few moments. Finally she spoke. "You ever heard of Robo Rage?"

He shook his head.

“Yeah, it's when the roboticized snap...when they start chantin' Robotnik's mantra and tryin' to capture or hurt us. They ain't people no more. Ah mean, we've really only seen Sugah-Chuck regain his will. And he slipped up a few times, before he got it back fer good. A few times, he tried to capture us, drag us to Robotnik. Villagers started callin' it 'Robo Rage'. That snap, that mindlessness.”

I'd just call it programming, Snively thought. But whatever.

Bunnie continued. “They don't want him here when he comes. They hate that he knows where we live. Many of 'em think it's only a matter of time until he turns on us."

He assumed 'Sugah-Chuck' was Sir Charles. He took a sip and didn't say anything. He doubted the robotic hedgehog would turn on the Freedom Fighters. Regaining his will had broken the programming. Broken programs didn't repair themselves.

She slowly licked cheesecake off the fork, lost in contemplation, and he had to look away. It was making him sweat again.

"Yer probably wonderin', what's my point? Well, Ah'm just the same to so many of 'em. I see 'em watching. Waiting for the day when I'm gonna snap and they can finally say 'we told you so, ya'll never should've let her live here. She's a monster."

He mumbled through a mouthful.

"Haven't Ah told you to stop muttering like that?"

"They sound like bloody idiots."

"Oh yeah?"

"How are you going to snap? And Sir Charles... He's gotten his will back; he's no longer under Robotnik's control."

Those green eyes were keen. "Sounds familiar, Snively."

He snorted and held up the wrist adorned with the tracking bracelet. "My will is hardly free. I was stopped from going where I wanted, remember?"

She ate the last of her dessert slowly. Setting down her fork, she brushed off her hands. “Fine. If you want to pretend yer a little robot...no accountability....just doin' what yer told...then Ah'll do it. Ah'll tell you what to do.”

He grunted.

“If you want to think that all Ah care about is my looks, and that's why Ah want to be normal again...then think it.”

He stuffed in another piece of cake.

“Say whatever you want to me. Ah can take it. Maybe yer just sayin' what everyone really thinks. That takes some nerve, that does.” Her eyes packed a punch nearly as hard as her fist. “But when it comes to Sally-girl, you're gonna stop. She's got a lot to worry about and you just do yer best to make it worse! Give her a break.” "

"I will if she does." He curled his lip.

"Ah mean it."

Her gaze pierced him. He tried to meet it, defiant, but his eyes dropped first. He saw her robotic hand on the table, imagined the scars under her clothes.

He took a breath. Mumbled, because she didn't like it. Because he didn't like the way he felt. "I'll try."

A/N: Ok, so I wrote the talk at breakfast and then the last bit with Snively and Bunnie eating cake separately, then I tied them together. I hope it didn't across disjointed. Anyway, I don't know how I feel about this whole scene, it seems boring to me but hopefully you all liked it. Meh!

#snively #junkysnivfic #satam fanfic

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