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divtanver · 5 months

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Chapter One: Meal is Served

Preface:

Attention! The original AU belongs to incredible @sonicexelle-junkary , this fanfiction is a kind of "what if" based on the main idea of the comic, inspired by this blog and supplemented by my own questionable conjectures.

Nothing new on Mobius. Another day, another group of scoundrels is trying to rob the local residents who have already suffered from Eggman's villainies. But just like the main problem of this planet, they did not go far in their deeds because of one sonic-speed personality that in a matter of minutes sent the criminals to a place worthy of themselves and now freely moved on.

A blue blur swept down the main street, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. The green iris of its eyes stopped at an approaching stall with chili dogs. Hungry from another rescue, the hero could not deny himself such a treat and, slowing down, leaned on the counter. With a smile radiating kindness, a hamster tied with a chef's apron turned towards the blue hedgehog. Two unclenched fingers were enough to let the seller understand without words. A few seconds later, an order was already in front of hedgehog, burning with an alluring smell, but in a single copy. The subsequent question was met with a regretful face and an apology for the missing item. He thanked anyway for the service and continued on his way.

Flashes of flying sparks periodically illuminate the already bright room from the iron-barred lamps, the dark glass of the welding mask reflects the increasingly clear shape of the mechanism. The glow stops and the blue eyes hiding behind the protective plastic leave their hiding place and peer into the outlines of the work done. Trained by many years, they immediately notices errors that have been hidden by excessively bright light. Being an avid perfectionist who was no longer constrained by the limits of haste, yellow fox could not afford to leave them as they were and having drawn out a solution plan in his head, he was already ready to start correcting when his sunken ears picked up the ringing of the door bell spreading in the air.

"Tails, I'm back!" A familiar voice sounded, the only thing that could take him away from his favorite business. Deciding to take a break, Tails left his workplace and headed up the stairs to the kitchen, where guest was already waiting for him, hiding something behind his back.

A pleasant smell tickling the nostrils immediately gave away what was hidden.

"Your favorite" Said the hedgehog, exposing the chili dog. "Unfortunately, there is only one, but nothing is too bad for my little buddy."

"Come on, Sonic" Fox replied modestly, "I can always share it with you."

"But I'm not!" After putting the snack on the table, he took a few steps forward and patted Tails on the head, "I can't let you starve because of me."

Knowing Sonic's stubbornness, Tails understood the futility of trying to convince and therefore did not object.

"Thank you" Only briefly left his lips.

Sonic hugged Tails, showering him with the warmth of his care. Something inside the fox cub was reluctant to let him go, afraid to lose this moment in time when nothing and no one could harm them. It was only a minute later that they were able to release each other from their embrace. Tails offered Sonic a snack and he went to the refrigerator in search of something to eat. Soon, the fox's eyes began to look at the cooling chili dog, the now unbearably alluring smell coming from it involuntarily made him salivate and want to consume as soon as possible.

Taking the delicacy in his hands, Tails took a bite. The teeth divided the piece into colors, and the tongue, like a talented artist, painted great pictures with its palette of tastes. For a second, his mind was lost in this art, and he himself did not want to leave this museum of pleasure. He was brought to himself only by a question that reached the cochlea.

"Is it delicious?" Blue ears flashed from behind the slightly swaying refrigerator door.

"Very much" Tails replied, returning to reality, swallowing a piece, "By the way, where did you get such a delicious chili dog?".

"In a stall on the main street, near the fifth warehouse." Sonic ran his fingers over himself as if drawing an invisible map.

'I should get more later' Tails thought as he ate the last bite.

After finishing his meal, the fox headed back to the workshop. With renewed vigor, he continued to work, a slight desire to have a snack again sometimes visited him, but under the pressure of new achievements it was soon pushed out of his head.

Waking up the next morning, Tails felt an unusual influx of strength and energy, the lack of sleep he had been accustomed to lately did not bother him this time. Deciding not to lose such a unique opportunity, the fox immediately began to create new inventions and only closer to noon the body announced the exhaustion of its reserves and now required replenishment. The hunger that came to his mind reminded of yesterday's chili dog, which with its alluring aroma and unsurpassed taste gave such a pleasant feeling. Remembering the address given by Sonic, Tails headed to this place, looking forward to trying out the much-desired delicacy again. It didn't take long to find the stall he was looking for, and a few minutes later he was on his way back. The seller said something after him, but the fox did not pay attention to it, he was much more interested in the contents of his package. Sometimes glancing at his snack, Tails could barely restrain himself from eating them here and now, trying to suppress this desire, fox accelerated his pace. By the time he put the contents of the bag on the table, drops of saliva had already begun to accumulate in the corners of his mouth, and his tongue was looking forward to a long-awaited meeting. After taking the first bite, Tails experienced the euphoria again, which only got stronger with each new bite. It was as if he was filled with energy that came from nowhere, new hitherto unknown sensations, attempts to resist which were impossible. And unwanted.

So a week passed. The productivity of the fox has grown to incredible heights, what used to take weeks now took only a few days of continuous work. However, beyond that, Tails began to notice some negative consequences. The number of chili dogs he ate was gradually increasing, but he could put it down to increased energy consumption. What bothered him the most was the increasingly noticeable problems with focusing, which sometimes made it difficult to concentrate. Perhaps the reason for this was overstrain due to a dramatically changed schedule, or maybe something else. Anyway, Tails decided to take the weekend off, but only after completing the current projects.

A few days later, the last bolt fell into its rightful place, and was securely fastened to the body of the new vehicle with a heavy tool. Exhaling contentedly, Tails wiped away the drops of perspiration that had stagnated on his forehead and, having moved away a few steps, now admired the results of his long work. A sudden gust of wind slightly squeezed out the closed ventilation grate, letting in faded sunlight. The fox turned his gaze to the clock that flashed by reflected light from the polished metal, the index hand barely reached the third hour with quiet clicks and sharp movements.

After climbing the stairs, Tails opened the refrigerator door and looked at the shelves that had been emptied during the time spent. Calculating the shopping list in his head, he was again visited by the desire to taste the cherished chili dogs and throwing on a windbreaker, he moved out of the house.

The wind, which had begun recently, continued to gain strength, taking away quiet times and penetrating through the passers-by who came across it. Wrapping himself up tightly and pressing the hood to his head, Tails quickened his pace. The hunger that had been lurking in the recesses of the mind began to come out under the sensual lamplight. Pretty soon, list of necessary purchases was reduced to a single item, the most desirable of all of them. But when fox went out onto the main street, he did not find the object he was looking for there. The familiar place greeted only with the absence of an alluring smell and a familiar stall, as if it had never existed. In a somewhat depressed mood, Tails returned home, upset by the lack of the expected delicacy, his stomach demanded a worthwhile alternative. The hastily prepared food calmed it down, but not the taste buds, which did not like this less tasty substitute. Feeling approaching fatigue, Tails headed to the bedroom, the soft bed wrapped in its fabric and absorbed the remaining strength along with his consciousness sinking deeper into the darkness...

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divtanver · 2 months

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Chapter Three: New Menu

Knocked out from under the space by a strong blow against a wooden structure, a yellow fox moaned softly. Flow of time turned into a thick jelly, dragging the mind into the depths of the subconscious. He had lost the track of time spent on the surface drenched in his own sweat for a long ago, constantly writhing in attempts to escape from his body, which took it's owner hostage. Short and intermittent dreams blurred the line with reality, promised long-awaited peace for completing a task unknown to himself. But that was just a lie created by an inflamed mind to deceive and repeat this endless cycle of madness.

Which had no end.

From these incessant torments, Tails unconsciously bit his lower lip. Sharp fangs pierced the pale surface of the skin, along which soon a thin streamlet of scarlet trickled. Once on the rough tongue, it slowly dissolved, its particles bypassing the stomach, spread throughout the body. Last of all, they reached the brain and gently drifting along the nerves finally settled on its cells, beginning their hidden effect.

Burning pain reluctantly receded, giving a short-term, but so long-awaited peace in which the exhausted fox mind dissolved.

Slowly returning to reality, grunting and puffing, Tails put his palm on his forehead, which had begun to heat up again, which was prevented by some dry cloth. A repeated thud on the glass made his ears prick up, his reddened eyes finally left the shelter of the eyelids and now listlessly studied their surroundings. Blurred vision forced Miles to blink constantly in order to finally let his visual receptors finish painting it's oil painting.

Some time later, he was finally able to look around properly.

Yellow fox, half-covered with a blanket, lay in his bed with an already dried rag on his head, dim daylight barely made its way through the closed curtains, gently lying on all surfaces of the room, including the communicator carefully placed on the bedside table. Despite the incomplete awakening, mind that had once scattered to it immediately noticed discrepancies with the last memories, but the course of relevant reflections was interrupted by a cloudy figure that entered the room and soon took the form of hedgehog. Noticing movement in the area of the bed, Sonic put down the bucket of water and hurried to put Tails back in a horizontal position.

"Calm down, buddy, I'll take care of you" said the hedgehog, lowering the fox's head back onto the pillow, "You have a fever and a nasty bruise on your forehead, I have already called the doctor, so try not to move and rest for now."

"How... How long have I been out?" Tails shifted his faint gaze from the ceiling to the hedgehog standing next to him.

"I don't know, maybe a few hours. It took me about that long to get here after you didn't answer my call," Sonic said, wetting the rag and putting it back on the fox's heated forehead. "No one has seen you for a month, so I started to worry if everything was okay. As it turned out, it was not in vain…"

He said without finishing. Tails soon broke the silence.

"A month? But..." a knock on the door interrupted him in mid—sentence, preventing him from finishing what he had said.

Hedgehog retreated in the direction of the front door, from where a little later he heard the ringing of bells and the approaching trampling of a pair of feet. As it turned out, source who entered the room was someone in a white medical coat with small rounded glasses on his nose and a stethoscope around his neck. Standing in the doorway, he said something to Sonic and he cast a last friendly glance and closed the door behind him, slowly leaving the house.

Left alone with his patient, doctor picked up a medical instrument and asked Tails to take a sitting position, which was given to the latter with a certain amount of effort. While the inspection was being carried out over him, fox had already begun to feel fatigue rolling in like a snowball, each passing second only increased its volume and speed. Strength he had to resist it was quickly running out, Miles could barely cling to reality, trying to focus on the raindrops hitting the glass. And yet, despite his efforts, sooner rather than later he began to fall over on his side, as the doctor constantly informed him. But Tails hardly heard these remarks. His brain was malfunctioning and shutting down in between heartbeats in order to somehow continue to function. Nerves were periodically shortened and only at the last second managed to give the right signal.

At one of these endless moments, everything stopped at once, the nervous system stopped its routine work, the body went limp and Tails's head flew down like a stone.

However, instead of a short flight, she only met a blow with her jaw on something soft. From this touch, an energy discharge spread throughout his body. And yet this sudden burst of cheerfulness dried up as quickly as it had appeared, and Miles had to fight the descent into darkness again.

But something has changed.

It took a split second to realize this, which two-tailed had lost count of a long time ago.

Somewhere there was the crunch of a window frame and the whistling of air rushing inside. Miles didn't knew nor care how it happened, the only thing that could attract his faint attention was the raindrops that began to penetrate the room.

Warm

Invigorating

Unexpected, but so desirable, they seemed to wash away all accumulated fatigue and drive away the fog from the mind lost in it.

From the growing pleasure, Tails even opened his mouth slightly, wanting to absorb this moisture inside himself.

Something was wrong.

Drops of this water had a strangely familiar taste...

Metallic

Brain, which was in a misunderstanding, demanded clarification from the optic nerves, which in response raised the curtain of the eyelids.

What Miles saw at that moment was a black spot in his memory.

Clutching at his throat, the doctor unsuccessfully tried to stop the flow of pulsating fluid. Scarlet color quickly covered his hitherto white medical coat, his rapidly paling face expressed unbearable pain and horror, instead of words, only a whistle came out of his mouth, mistaken by the fox for the sound of the wind.

Coming out of his stupor, Tails tried to help by covering the bleeding wound with a cloth from his forehead.

But it was too late. Too late.

With a final shudder, doctor quieted down, chest stopped its frantic movement, his hands relaxed their pressure and fingers slowly parted to the sides.

Unable to believe what had happened, terrified fox moved further and further away from the bed with small steps until he ran into the wall along which he slid to the floor. Sitting on the cold surface, he froze, unable to take his eyes off the now lifeless body. Something nasty was sliding down his forehead and gluing his eyelids. After wiping his face, Tails looked at his now bloody hands. From their appearance, a lump formed in his throat, attempts to swallow it caused discomfort in the oral cavity, tongue felt something dense and slimy.

It turned out to be a piece of wet white cloth.

'Am I...?' Thought the fox, examining the find. 'No, it can't be!'

Rising with a jerk, he looked at the corpse. Teeth marks were clearly visible on it's neck through the torn collar.

Realization of what had happened hit harder than the streams of scarlet liquid.

For several hours, Tails had been sitting against the wall with his head in his hands and not knowing what to do next. Confess? But how can you admit to such a thing? Just to say that for no reason at all he got his teeth into someone's throat?

Perhaps he would have sat there all day thinking about possible solutions if it hadn't been for the ringing of the doorbell followed by approaching footsteps.

It was necessary to act quickly.

After wiping himself on the blanket, Tails wrapped the cold body in it and pushed it under the bed with all possible speed for himself a second before the blue hedgehog entered the room.

"Are you feeling better already?" sight of a friend moving independently made Sonic smile involuntarily.

However, moments later, his expression changed to one of incomprehension. Looking around, he did not find anyone who had been present earlier.

"Where's the doctor?" Sonic asked, looking around.

It was only now that Tails noticed a few red drops on the floor. After taking a couple of steps in their direction, he imperceptibly wiped the footprints with his sock.

"Oh, he's gone! He gave me some medicine and left!"

'Gone to the next world' rang in his head.

Miles's memory flashed with torn weaves of muscle tissue and a bright scarlet trace of a terrible deed, from which he slightly twisted his expression, closed his eyes in an attempt to escape from reality and forget what he had seen earlier as soon as possible.

Noticing a sharp change in the fox's physiognomy, Sonic approached and put his hand on the shoulder that trembled from his touch.

"What's wrong?" he was crouching slightly, looking at the lowered red muzzle with the faintly shaking whiskers.

"I'm fine. I'm just still a little sick," Tails replied without looking up.

Suddenly wrapped in a warm blanket, a strong embrace took him by surprise.

"I really hope so, buddy. I don't want to find you lying unconscious on the floor again," Sonic said softly, almost in a whisper. "I don't want anything to happen to you."

Two-Tailed one felt the arms around him tighten even more. Hesitating, he reluctantly reciprocated the sudden action against himself. Slowly and carefully, he lowered his trembling fingers to the surface of the blue furr, as if was afraid to stain it with the drops of the deed that remained on him.

And yet, such an impact from a non-native, but much-needed brother helped Tails calm down a little and slightly clear his mind of the panic that clung to him with its incisors. Excitement faded into the background, giving moments of blissful peace. Measured pulse of the loving hedgehog equalized the frantic pounding of the fox's heart. For the first in a long time, he could finally feel like himself again, throwing the frustration and anxiety he had experienced into the back drawer of bad memories that disappear with the first rays of a new day.

Relief he received only made Miles cling tighter to the blue comforter.

But. Besides that, he felt... Something else, something from the outside. A pleasant fragrance emanating from a friend. He didn't remember ever noticing anything like this about Sonic, but now... It gradually enveloped Tails, penetrating through his nostrils, spreading in consciousness through receptors and clouding his mind with such pleasant sensations. But that wasn't enough for him.

Wanting more, Miles slowly opened a mouth full of sharpened teeth. Droplets of thick saliva were already forming on their edges. A little more and he will get a new portion of pleasure, taste this euphoria again. Just one small piece. And then one more. More and more.

His jaws had almost closed on the soft surface of the skin when the surging pleasure was dispersed by a distant, muffled sound.

"Tails, did you fall asleep?" echo of those words brought the fox back to the real world, releasing him from his trance state.

"What? I don't..." Tails was about to say something when he noticed translucent drops on the hedgehog's shoulder. From the realization of what he was going to do, the yellow one jumped slightly on the spot.

"N-no! I... I'm just a little tired" for the sake of verisimilitude, two-tail rubbed his eyes.

'What's gotten into me?! Miles thought.

For a few seconds, blue hedgehog just stared at Tails, as if trying to catch him in a lie. At least that's how fox were thinking. But in the end, prickly attributed yellow one strange behavior to simple malaise and poor health condition.

Okay, rest up, buddy," Sonic carefully put the fox back in bed "You need to gain strength and recover."

"Y-yes, I guess you're right." Two—tailed one did not argue and lay down in a relaxed manner despite his wildly beating heart.

"So..." blue hedgehog said thoughtfully "Where is your blanket?"

Unexpected question made Tails tense up even more.

"I-I took it away! It's too hot with it," yellow fox answered, trying to keep a calm voice "Besides, it was a little soaked with sweat."

"Apparently satisfied with the answer, Sonic exhaled sympathetically and kissed Tails on the forehead and headed for the exit.

"Get well, buddy," he said before leaving the room.

Tails continued to lie motionless until the sound of the front door closing reached his ears. Only when he heard it he could get out of bed thinking about what to do next. And although Miles almost gave himself away, appearance of the blue hedgehog convinced him that confessing to the deed was not an option. But then what is it? Now he knew the answer to that question.

A week has passed.

Everything gradually returned to normal, city continued its measured life, Sonic and his friends went about their own business, mustachioed villain, like those like him, did not declare themselves, giving many hope that everything would remain that way.

And Tails himself was no exception. His health quickly recovered, floors of his house became cleaner, blanket regained its white hue, red stains on the steps leading to the workshop were erased and more invisible. It was only in the cold warehouse located there now hadoo a little less space.

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divtanver · 4 months

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Chapter Two: Unique Aftertaste

A sharp and sudden sound cut through space with its blade and echoed through consciousness.

"What is this?" Tails's mind, which had not yet fully returned from a trip to the void, was thinking hard.

Out of habit, rather than on the orders of the brain, the hand turned off the clock dancing on the shelf. It's stopped arrows showed eight o'clock in the evening. Now sitting on the edge of the bed, he kept trying to come to his senses, unsuccessfully going over the events of the past day, which now added a slowly drilling headache to his feeling of oversleeping. Having mastered his weakness and swaying, fox headed for the bathroom, almost hitting the door on the way.

Stepping over the threshold and flipping the switch, he stared blankly at the reflecting surface. The bags that had been missing recently returned to their once empty places under differently opened eyes and decorating the already not very pleasant appearance of his physiognomy. Usually invigorating cold water did not drive away the awakening fatigue and it would seem only diluted the concentration of the cement with which the head now felt. After admiring himself enough, Tails finished tidying up and headed for the kitchen.

Opening the refrigerator, two-tailed grabbed a bottle of water and began to greedily swallow its contents. Only after drinking half of it could he quench his thirst.

It became a little easier.

In search of something to occupy himself, Tails went to the workshop. And noticed something strange: Although he could remember what he had been doing in recent days, the appearance of the work done was somewhat different from what he remembered. What previously seemed to have been brought to an ideal state was not really such, in some places, upon careful examination, errors and flaws could be seen. Looking at the blueprints, Tails understood where these problems came from. Incorrectly performed calculations and uneven proportions ruined figures and geometric shapes of the original idea. Deciding to redo the spoiled work, he began to redraw them, but constantly confused in each other thoughts forced him to give up this lost cause.

Now, a few minutes later, two-tailed was lying on sofa in the living room and looking at the ceiling, despite the fatigue still present, he did not feel the need to sleep. Soon, hunger began knocking on the mind door. Abrupt and uninvited, it's demanded treats which Tails could not give in full. Deciding to appease it with a quick snack again, fox rummaged through the refrigerator for a while, from where a little later he took out some quick-to-eat food and consumed it. However, pleasant taste was somewhat weaker than he expected, but at least this was enough. The headache that had been tormenting heretofore went away with hunger and fatigue. After several hours of feeling unwell, Tails was finally able to relax by picking up a chemistry book that had recently got his interest. After reading about half of it, he began to yawn, lowering his head more and more each time. With a last silent click of the small arrow, wall clock struck midnight, knocking fox out of his half-sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he put the paper drive aside and hurried upstairs to the desired bed in order to continue the barely begun sleep. Tucked under the blanket, Tails closed his eyes. Sound of the beginning rain and the still relentless wind hummed an ear-caressing melody, calm and soothing.

Something snatched him out of his impenetrability, something fleeting and barely noticeable, but enough to excite his drowsy consciousness.

A strong knock of drops on the glass

Or a distant thunderbolt.

The fastening of old floorboards or...

Quiet footsteps.

Somewhere nearby, on the very edge of hearing.

Approaching and quieting down as quickly as they appeared, but had already warned their victim.

Laying motionless and noiselessly Tails was shackled by fear.

His ears were sharpened, ready to detect any disturbance in space. Heart accelerated its pace dangerously, accumulating adrenaline. Cold sweat slowly trickled down his heated forehead onto the white sheet, creating spots in the places of contact. Head buzzed with tension and veins bulged, ready to splash out on any source of danger. At any hint of a threat.

But it never showed itself. If there was one at all.

Without waiting for what he was looking for, candle of his consciousness went out, along with its burning wax energy.

Once again tired and now exhausted, Tails stood in front of the refrigerator door. The fingers of the hands independently chose a treat while their owner was looping in his head trying to figure out what had happened to him recently. A bad dream? hallucinations? Or something worse? The only thing that reminded of it now was a frantic heartbeat and a wet from sweat but still melting head. Trying to ignore them, twin-tailed sat down at the table and began to greedily, without even chewing, swallow the food. If it hadn't been for the disgusting taste, Miles wouldn't have noticed what he was eating. Despite the full belly, the hunger has not gone away.

'This is not overwork, there is clearly something wrong with me,' Tails thought, standing at the window and leaning against the wall. 'I urgently need medical help.'

He had almost reached the landline phone when his stomach rumbled menacingly, some time later a gag rattled on its doors. Without hesitating for a second, fox rushed up the stairs to the bathroom.

As soon as he managed to open the door, he was immediately overtaken by vomiting gusts. Standing on all fours, he unsuccessfully tried to stop the disgusting mass, but in vain. The remnants of undigested food splattered the floor in a torrent, drawing ugly patterns. The last drop of vomit came off in a long saliva and Tails sat down on the ground, shaking.

He stayed in this position for several minutes until he was able to regain control of his weakened body.

Finally gathering strength, he tried to sit up. After the second attempt, on wobbly legs, Tails moved towards his communicator, which he always left on the shelf.

Before reaching a few steps, the legs bent themselves. Remaining unsupported fox flew to the floor in the process hitting his head on the edge of the bedside table.

Sparks flew from eyes, burning through it's closed eyelids. Space shrank into a small dot through which a cracked and flickering monitor with a familiar blue face peered through. Numb fingers reached for the green button, but in a couple of centimeters from their target went limp and fell down like a stone.

The vibration of the device matched the fading heavy beat of the exhausted heart and subsided just as synchronously.

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