Liam and Blade: Gates to Glory (Non-Canon RP by Alexneushoorn and Sonicsilva1)

This is a non-canon RP between Alexneushoorn and Sonicsilva1. No one but us can edit this RP. If I find anyone else other than us editing this, I will report this to an admin.

Characters
Liam Monteiro/Alexneushoorn

Blade Eastwood/Alexneushoorn

Asonja the Hedgehog/Sonicsilva1

RP
The Monteiro Bros., Liam and Blade were walking through Station Square. Blade was being his usual emo self.

Blade: *sigh* I still haven't found anything I'm good at...

Liam: Don't worry, Blade. I'm sure we'll find something you're good at.

Blade: I hope so...

A black hedgehog was in a Cafe nearby the two brothers, sitting cross-armed. "Good god, how long does it take to get some Burgers here? It's been 15 minutes..." He sighed and leaned back on his chair. He took no notice of the brothers.

Liam: Feel like getting some burgers?

Blade: Yeah, I do feel a bit hungry...Maybe some food might make me feel better.

Liam nodded and the brothers sat down at a table near the black hedgehog. They then looked at the menu and then ordered. Blade ordered a triple cheeseburger with a lot of cheese and a vanilla milkshake. Liam ordered a hamburger with a lot of ketchup and a strawberry milkshake. The waiter nodded and he went to get the brothers' food.

Blade: Maybe we could try car repo?

Liam: Maybe. Maybe we could try ghost hunting.

Blade: Yeah.

The hedgehog turned his head to the side, noticing the brothers. He had a sense of deja vu from one of them but the other was a complete mystery. His ears flopped a bit as he thought, and got up to talk with them.

"Hey uh...mind if I sit here or...whatever?" He asked the two.

Blade: Sure, have a seat.

Liam: Yeah, pull up a chair. *inside his head* This guy looks familiar...

He pulled up a chair nearby and sat down. "I had a feeling I recognized one of you...but I think it's you that I don't know..." He pointed passively to Blade. "You guys might need to tell me your names again..."

Liam: I'm Liam Monteiro.

Blade: And I'm Benjamin Monteiro, but I prefer to be called Blade Eastwood. We're brothers. Liam's adopted, though.

Liam: Yeah. I'm fine with that, though. At least I now have a family.

"Huh..." The hedgehog seemed a bit confused. "Oddly, I had deja vu though I don't recall meeting both of you. Oh well. I'm Asonja, the poorest and the most boring person to talk to in Station Square by far..." He groaned a bit quietly. "Anyway, are you all here to eat or something?"

Liam: *inside his head* Asonja...What a familiar name... *to Asonja* Yeah, we're here to eat. We're hungry, plus, Blade needs something to eat his sorrow away. He's had a switch in dads and now he's emo all the time.

Liam proceeded to explain Blade's story when their food arrived. Liam paid for the food and the boys started to eat. As they ate, Liam continued explaining Blade's story.

"Hmm...interesting. Mine was somewhat similar to that and just as long. Blade and I are somewhat similar to each other." Asonja explained, barely eating his food. He did take a few bites of the burger but, occasionally left it alone.

Blade: Yeah...When Tails was my dad, I felt like I was on top of the world. After all, that's what I did, because my old dad was a fucking Freedom Fighter. But then, Cosmo stole my old dad...I traveled to the past to get Tails to change his mind, but he refused because he truly loved Cosmo. Then some old alien dude who called himself 'The Doctor came and he resolved the conflict by telling me that my mom, Zooey could have me with someone else. She did have me with someone else, and that someone was Dave Monteiro. But as a result, I lost one of my two tails I inherited from Tails and lost my ability to fly...I'm also no longer the son of a Freedom Fighter...I miss the days where I would one day succeed Tails...

Blade laid his head down on the table and started crying.

Liam: *pats Blade's back* It's okay, Blade. We'll find something you're good at eventually.

Blade: *sniff* No, we won't! I'm a useless little cunt! I'm only useful as a construction worker or a fast food worker...I'll never be like the big boys...

Liam: I'm sorry about Blade. His confidence level is really low since the Cosmo Incident.

Asonja nods. "I completely understand. I'm not good at anything either as I was born from purebred wolves along with a wolf brother. I was just 4 years old when my family got destroyed by that fat mustached man...I couldn't forgive him yet at the same time I couldn't do anything about it, as he told me. So I did what he said and lived by myself for the next 12 years. I could never find the power in me to get revenge on him." He sighed. He seemed more colorless and emotionless than Blade.

Liam: Man, I'm sorry to hear that.

Blade: Yeah, me too...

Liam: Anyways, let's think of good idea's about what Blade could do.

Liam, Blade and Asonja started thinking.

His ears flopped as he does so. "Let's see...does he like to fight and stuff similar to that?"

Liam: He liked to fight all the time, but not anymore. I've been trying to get him back into it, but no luck. But maybe you could help him with that.

"No way in hell am I training or sparing with him. I don't go well with fighting/training either these days..." He grumbled. "I shouldn't even be helping either, I'm not really that good at it. That was all I could think of anyway..." He added.

Liam: Okay. *gets an idea* I got it! Blade, maybe you could go try and work for the police.

Blade smiled at the idea. It's the first time Liam ever saw Blade smile, which surprised him.

Blade: Heh...That's a good idea. Let's go to the local police station.

Liam nodded.

Liam: Are you coming, Asonja?

"Uhhm...probably not. The Police and I...don't really get along very well..." He said awkwardly. "Oh, and you payed for the food right? I'm poor, like I said so I can't really pay for this."

Liam: Okay. We'll see you later then.

Liam and Blade got up and walked off for the nearest police station. They found it and entered it.

Blade: Excuse me, sir. I'd like to join the police.

Officer: Okay. Well, let's do a physical test.

Meanwhile, with Asonja...

He sighed, finishing up his burger. Luckily, the Waiter said that his food was payed for almost entirely by a mysterious person. He seem relieved but worried of this person but shrugged it off anyway. He said thank you and went back to his apartment which hasn't really changed. He collapsed on his couch and turned the TV on.

Back with Liam and Blade...

Blade has passed the physical test, now it was time for the psychological test.

Officer: So, Blade, tell me about your past.

Blade: My past...

Blade told about his past. However, he had an emotional breakdown because of it and failed the psychological test. Liam and Blade left the station and went to their apartment, which was next to Asonja's. Asonja could hear Blade's rather loud crying from his apartment.

He paused his show, as if he had gone crazy from hearing things. "Huh...that sounds like Blade crying...He's becoming a baby..." He sighs, gets up and opens his door to his apartment.

He went to his left to the next apartment where they were and knocked rather hesitantly. "H-hey uh...is everything okay in there?"

Liam opened the door.

Liam: Blade failed psychological test at the police corps and now he has totally lost his mind...He's inconsolable right now...

"Poor guy..." He mutters and sighs. He scratches his head for a minute. "He sounds like he needs to be comforted or something...but I'm not good with stuff like that. Perhaps let me know when he calms down?"

Liam: Will do.

Suddenly, Blade calmed down.

Blade: I'm useless...Mainly because of my mental health...

Asonja seemed to get a stern look. He politely moved Liam out of the way so he could walk in and get in front of Blade, still keeping the look. He knelt down and looked at him. "Blade, listen to me; You need to relax. Stop using the past as a horrible memory; it's getting in the way of your way of living."

Blade: If you say so...

"I KNOW so, Blade. I'm doing the same thing too. You're nowhere near where I'm at. You cannot change the past, but you can definitely change who you are in the future and now." Asonja was saying these things sternly and seriously like Blade was more important than himself.

Blade: Okay, then I will. Yeah, why would I worry about the past when I have a huge future ahead of me?! I'm gonna try to find something I'm good at. Maybe sing, maybe play piano, there's all kinds of opportunities. Thanks, Asonja.

He nods, only showing a sly smile. "No problem. If you need a hug I'm always here for ya, even Liam is. That's what brothers are...for." He looked a bit saddened himself for a second. "But yeah, if you need comforting or need someone to talk to when Liam isn't around, contact me. I'm next door." He pats his shoulder. "Now get out there and follow your dreams."

Blade: Will do.

Blade got up and walked out the door.

Liam smiled.

Liam: Asonja, that was really nice of you. I've never seen Blade this happy. If there's anything I can do to repay you, let me know.

"You don't have to." He stated, standing up. "But if you got any ideas I'm willing to hear it. I'll be going back to my apartment drinking my usual Root Beer mixed with a pinch of Vodka. I could really go for that right now. Anyway, have fun with Blade." He nods and walks out of the apartment to walk into his. He left the door unlocked.

Meanwhile, Blade was at a karaoke bar, and he was singing At Last by Etta James. Blade had a beautiful and powerful singing voice. The audience screamed and cheered.

With Asonja...

(I have returned!)

He went to his fridge while the TV was on commercial break. He got out a glass bottle of Root Beer, opened it, and poured a bit of Vodka in it. He shook it a bit with the best of his ability without the bottle splashing everywhere and drank when the fizzing stopped. "Not bad. Not bad at all..." He muttered to himself, before looking saddened.

"Man, those two brothers love each other pretty well...it's like they're stuck together. Man...if only my family were still alive..." He sighed and sat down on the couch, drinking away.

Back with Blade...

Blade has finished his song. He got a standing ovation from the crowd. Blade couldn't stop smiling.

Blade was brought home by the crowd. Asonja could hear the cheering people as they put Blade down at his doorstep. Liam opened his door and let Blade in.

Karaoke Bar Manager: Is this your brother?

Liam: Uh, yeah.

KBM: Have you ever heard him sing? He's really good.

Liam: Sweet!

KBM: You should sign him up for Mobius Got Talent. Anyway, see you.

The crowd left and Liam closed the door.

Liam: Can you let me hear your singing voice?

Blade: Sure.

Blade cleared his throat and started singing This Is A Man's World by James Brown. Asonja could hear Blade's singing voice next door.

He paused his show to listen. "Oh damn, that is...wow. Even I can't sing..." He grumbled, scratching his head. "I got no talent at all. At least...I don't think so." He turned the TV back on, but when commercials came up, he would mute the TV to listen to the singing.

Eventually, Blade finished singing. Liam was basically blown away by his big brother's talent.

Liam: Blade...I barely know what to say. You had SUCH a big hidden talent, and at last, it has been unveiled. We finally found something you're good at. That guy was right: We should sign you up for Mobius Got Talent.

Blade: Let's do it right now!

Liam: Okay.

Liam and Blade went to the computer and went to the Mobius Got Talent sign up page.

In Asonja's apartment...

"Hmm...Liam did say he would pay me back somehow...but I haven't heard anything from him..." He muttered to himself. "Maybe they're setting up for something big so I won't bother them. He drank the last of his Root Beer Vodka and threw the bottle somewhere behind the couch.

(Brb, I'm gonna go get ready to go to my school for my schedule. It's that time DX)

(I might not be here when you get back, so if I don't see you again, I'll see you tomorrow. Also, let's say we skip to a few months later, where Blade auditions for Mobius Got Talent? :3)

(I have returned! Oh, and sure)

A few months later...

Blade walks onto the stage of Mobius Got Talent with a mic in his left hand. The Judges, Simon Cowell, Rouge the Bat, Cream the Rabbit and Howie Mandel look at Blade with a worried look.

Rouge: *to Simon* I'm a bit worried about this.

Simon: Yeah, me too.

Rouge: Hello. Who are you?

Blade: I'm Blade, I'm 17 years old and I'm from Station Square.

Rouge: Okay. And what are you gonna do?

Blade: I'm gonna sing.

Rouge: Okay. And is singing important to you?

Blade: Yeah, because I lost a dad, and I've been bullied because I was an emo, and so I put everything into singing.

The screen cuts to an interview with Blade...

Blade: I'm Blade, I'm 17 years old, I'm from Station Square and my dream is to break through as a singer.

Vector (The host): What does singing mean to you?

Blade: Basically everything. When I'm happy, I sing, when I'm angry, I sing. Basically, all the time.

Vector: Okay, why are you angry sometimes?

Blade: Because of people criticizing me when I walk down the street.

Blade: I was bullied by people because I was different than others. At least, that's what I thought. *to Vector* When I was singing, I usually had to stop because of the neighbors. *to the camera* And because of that, I couldn't sing freely, because there was always police around the house.

Liam: Yeah, they were like: 'He can't sing anyway' and such.

Backstage, with Liam and Asonja...

Liam: You can do it, Blade. Don't listen to anything negative they say.

Liam: *to the camera* The neigbours have made it really hard for us, so at a certain moment I decided to move.

Blade: It was super sweet that Liam wanted to do that, because singing is my lust and my life.

Back on stage...

Rouge: What makes you different from other singers?

Blade: My really deep singing voice.

Rouge: I see...And I see you're gonna sing 'At Last' by Etta James.

Blade: Yeah.

Rouge: Ooooh, that IS Etta James. That's a bit of a daring choice. Are you ready?

Blade: I'm ready.

Rouge: Alright. *to Simon* When they sing At Last, then you know what time it is. But maybe it's really good.

Vector: Go, Blade!

The music starts playing...

Cream: *to Simon and Rouge* Be nice.

Blade starts singing, the crowd cheers loudly and Simon has a 'WTF' look on his face.

Eventually, Blade his finished singing. He gets a standing ovation from both the judges and the crowd.

Rouge: Oh, boy. Look, Blade. Such a big nose you're making to all those bullies now. You have something to bring, like: 'Hi, guys. Here I am, this is what I do.'

Simon: This is the type of sound you don't expect from a guy in a Terminator outfit. Well done.

Howie: Blade, I barely know what to say. You're SUCH a special person, SUCH a special performance.

Blade: Thank you.

Rouge: Cream!

Cream: I'm SO happy you're here.

Rouge: This is the first year I'm doing this, so I've never done this before, but they said that if I push this...

Rouge presses the Golden Buzzer...Golden confetti rains down on Blade...The crowd cheers loudly, Liam jumps and cheers happily...Rouge walks onto stage to congratulate Blade...She kisses Blade on the cheek...

Simon: Thank you, Blade.

Blade: See you in the liveshows!

Blade leaves the stage and walks back to Liam, Asonja and Vector...

Liam: Great job, Blade!

Vector: Congratulations!

Though Asonja stayed silent the entire time this was going on, he had a small 'envious' look on his face. It wasn't an angry glare, it was more of a 'Wanting that kind of skill' kind of glare. "That was quite the performance." He says normally to stop the silence from getting too awkward.

Vector: Do you realize you're in the semi-finals right now?

Blade: Yeah, I do. And I better get to practicing for my next performance.

Vector: Alright, we'll see you soon.

Liam, Blade and Asonja went to Liam and Blade's new house. Once there, Blade noticed Asonja was jealous.

Blade: What's the matter, Asonja? Are you jealous?

He made a noise that sounded like a worried groan as a sweat drop went down the side of his head. He looked away. "N-no. Why would I be jealous? That's absurd..."

Liam: Asonja, don't lie. I can tell you're lying.

"...Well maybe a little bit." He grumbled.

Blade: Well, not everyone has such singing skills. If everyone did, then the world would be a boring place.

"It's not that I'm jealous of you singing, it's just that I'm jealous that you have talents in general. I never really set out to find it, I just kind of ignored it." He states, seeming to point back to his apartment that was cluttered with bottles of Root Beer. Though there was a scent of Alcohol in the air too from the last time they could recall.

(Liam and Blade now live in a different neighborhood, by the way.) (I know, I fixed it.)

Liam: Maybe we can help you to find your talent too.

Blade: Yeah, everyone has a hidden talent.

"Perhaps...but you know me by now; I hate going out in public." He grumbles a bit.

Liam: Okay...Well, if you change your mind, let us know.

Blade: Yeah. We'll drop by your place some time. See you soon.

"See you." He waved a tiny bit and got up, stretching. He went out the front door with his hood up.

Blade went to his room to practice his singing for the semi-finals performance. Liam went to watch The Walking Dead on the tv.

Asonja arrived in his apartment, the familiar Alcoholic smell cluttering up the place. "Sheesh...perhaps I should clean this place up...later, anyway. My show will be on soon..." He muttered to himself when he sat down on the couch and played on his phone.

(I'm gonna take a nap because I'm really tired and stressed about my stupid group full of Christian assholes at daycare. See you soon.)

(Alright. I'll be here.)

(I have returned!)

Later, Liam had finished watching an episode of The Walking Dead.

Liam: Man, that was one thrilling episode. I wonder how Blade is doing.

Blade came out of his room.

Blade: Alright, I'm done for today.

Liam: Good.

(Let's say we skip to the Mobius Got Talent semi-final Blade is performing in? :3)

(Surez. Go ahead.)

(Okay. I'll watch a video first, then I'll type.)

In Mobius Got Talent Semi-Final 3...

Vector: He once again chose for a classic. With 'A Change Is Gonna Come' By Sam Cooke, here is Blade Eastwood.

The crowd cheered and Blade started singing, causing the crowd to cheer again.

After Blade is finished...

Vector: Well done, Blade. That change sure has come.

Blade: Yeah, I think so.

Vector: Rouge.

Rouge: You know, Blade, what's so emotional about you, apart from the fact that you can sing really, really good, is the fact that you're really easy to hurt, but at the same time, when you sing, you're really powerful, and that's something we don't see a lot. Keep on singing, because you'll keep pleasing crowds, and you're gonna be famous. I hope so with lots of sincerity.

Blade: Thank you.

Vector: Simon.

Simon: Blade, in my whole professional career as a talent scout, I have NEVER EVER seen someone who can unexpectedly sing this good. It was the right note every time, and really pure. Well done.

Vector: Howie.

Howie: Well, Blade, out of everyone here, you have the most pressure on you coming in here today, because our expectations were really high, and you just managed to go beyond it. Way beyond.

Vector: Cream.

Cream: Well, Mr. Blade, I think every mother, including yours, wants their child to be happy. I mean, you went through such a hard period in life, and whether you're gonna be a star or not is not really important to me. What matters more to me is: How are you feeling right now?

Blade: Right now, I'm feeling really good.

Cream: Well, I think that's what's really important, that you're feeling fine and happy, and I'm really proud to have you here on the show.

Simon: Indeed.

Vector: Well, Blade, you touched us all, including me. And maybe, you have earned a place in the finals. Ladies and gentlemen, Blade Eastwood!

Once Blade walked backstage, the judges started talking to each other.

Simon: In all Mobian talent shows, The Voice, Mobian Idol, I've seen them all, and I have never seen someone there who can sing as good as Blade.

With Asonja...

Asonja had watched the show on his tv...

He was drinking his Root Beer/Vodka mix as he watched, seeming to have a more angry jealousy face. "Damn...He didn't even bring effort into his singing and yet he's that good? Why can't I be like that..." He grumbled.

The next day...

Liam and Blade were visiting Asonja's apartment. Liam knocked on the door.

He opened the door, seeming to look worse than the last time they met. He looked more tired and, of course, his room smelled of a bit of Alcohol. "Oh, hey guys. I saw the performance yesterday. It was pretty good."

Blade: Thanks. But you totally look like ass, dude. What happened to you?

(Brb, toilet.)

(Kk) "That's...not really important now. I'm completely fine, just stayed up a bit too late, that's all." He looked like he stayed up all night as well as looking hungover.

Liam: Okay. Well, we decided to come help you clean up your apartment. Is that fine with you?

"Sure, I guess...just don't break anything or...drink anything that's left out." He warned as he moved out of the way to show his apartment. There were so many areas filled with Vodka and Root Beer bottles of many different brands. "Yeah, I'm a slob sometimes, who cares...?" He grumbled.

Blade: Dude, are you a fucking alcoholic?

"Just recently, I suppose you could say that. It seems to do its job well." He did a small hiccup. He's WAY too young to be drinking. (Since you're somewhere else, it's probably illegal to drink under 18. In the U.S it's illegal to drink under 21.)

(Yeah. In The Netherlands, the minimum age to drink alcohol is 18.)

Liam: How old are you, Asonja?

"Sixteen. I'm a year younger than Blade, I'm thinking..." He said. He sat down on the couch.

Liam: Dude, why are you drinking at age 16?!

"Hey, I can do what I want, alright? It says it drinks your problems away, so I go ahead and do just that!" He says. "I just put a small bit in my Root Beer and that's it. It hits me hard and it feels rather relaxing when it settles. But then the hangover hurts..."

Blade: Asonja, it's fucking illegal to drink under 21! For your own good, we're taking all your vodka away!

Liam and Blade went to get bags and cleaned all of the bottles of vodka and root beer from the apartment. After that, they got all the other vodka Asonja hoarded in his apartment. Afterwards, the three were standing in the cleaned up apartment.

Liam: This is better.

Blade: Way fucking better.

"Aw man..." He groaned. "Now I can't drink my favorite soda without the Vodka. It tastes way better with it too..." He scratched his head.

Liam: Also, while we were cleaning your apartment, we signed you up for an alcohol recovery class. It should help cure your addiction.

"You could've given me a therapist but that works too I guess..." He laid down on the couch. He made a small groan too.

Blade: Well, here's the address of the location you have to go for these classes. *hands Asonja the address* Well, Liam and I will be going. See you later.

Liam and Blade left the apartment and closed the door.

He looked at the address and then just dropped it on the floor, quietly groaning. "Well, this sucks."

(Time skip to the part where he goes to the class?)

(Was about to type that.)

Asonja later went to the class at the community theater.

Porter: Hello, I'm Porter, and I'm an alcohollic.

Everyone: Hello, Porter.

Porter: I first started drinking when I went through divorce. I drank at least 2 gallons of Rolling Rock a day. It costed me my contact with my children. The last time I spoke them was like...2 years ago or something? I still miss them to this day...Now I'm giving the word to newcomer Asonja...

"Hello, yes, that is my name." Asonja nodded. "I just recently started drinking out of depression much like Porter except for not the same reason. I started drinking because...well...seeing how many people have so much talent and love to show it off fills me with dread as I have never really claimed to have any talents during my years of lower education as well as a victim of bullying for my cowardice. I still have to deal with it today occasionally and I have no idea how to fix it other than drinking."

Porter: I see...Well, maybe we can help you with your problem here. I learned the hard way that drinking is not the answer. You should learn the same.

"Perhaps...but let's see how that will work. What're we going to be doing today?" He said rather calmly and emotionless like he sometimes is when he is put into places he doesn't want to be.

Porter: We're gonna try to get rid of our addiction by putting on shock systems. Every time you reach for a beer, you get shocked.

The people put a shock system on Asonja and put a bottle of vodka next to him. (I'm such a cruel individual. X3)

"Oh great...this reminds me of lie detectors." He sighed and looked at the bottle for a second, seeming to think.

(I'm going to bed now. See you tomorrow.) (kk cya)

Porter: You can resist this. I know you can.

"Cmon, could I at least try one little sip? I don't drink that much Vodka anyway.." He said, seeming to go for it.

Suddenly, Asonja got a shock.

He grunted and pulled back. "Ow, is that supposed to tingle my insides? Or at least...not that much?"

Porter put the shock system higher.

Porter: I put the shock system higher because you clearly think you can fight the shock system.

He seemed to sigh and look at the bottle again. "How...does this help exactly?" He questioned before reaching toward the bottle again this time rather hesitantly.

Asonja got a shock again. This time, the shock was higher and more painful.

Porter: It'll help you to stop drinking.

He groaned a bit more in pain, pulling away. "I understand but I'm guessing it's supposed to hurt..." He sounded like he was in small pain.

Porter: It is supposed to hurt. Pain usually helps alcoholics quit.

"Interesting..." He seemed to pause and hesitantly tried again, this time going slower than usual.

Eventually, Asonja got another shock.

He growled in pain, pulling away. He didn't seem to go for it that much anymore.

Porter: See, this really does help. Let me take off your shock system and then you're done for today.

Porter turned off the shock system and took it off of Asonja.

Porter: Same time next week, okay?

He nodded. "R-right. I'll be there.." He seemed to struggle to get up but he managed to do it himself. He soon went to his apartment and collapsed on his couch, still a little bit in pain.

Meanwhile, in Liam and Blade's home...

Liam was making his very first vlog to put on GooTube (Youtube).

Liam: Hello, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to my very first vlog. My name is Liam Monteiro, and today, it's Tuesday. I decided to start making vlogs for GooTube because vloggers are really popular, apparently. Anyways, let's get this day started and I will see you soon.

The next morning, with Asonja...

He was drinking a regular Root Beer, seeming to be a disappointed by the missing Vodka taste in it. "Well...at least it's not giving me heartburn..." He sighed, tossing it to the floor again once he was done.

Liam knocked on Asonja's door.

He groaned quietly and got up. He opened the door, noticing Liam. "Oh hey. What's up?"

Liam: I decided to come by and see how you're doing. Also, would you like to be in my vlog?

"Uhhm...sure? What do you do in a...vlog?" He asked. Seems like he never watched them or ever participated in one.

Liam explained what a vlog is.

"...Ah. So it involves going outside and doing things. I suppose I'll give it a try, how bad could this be?" He shrugged, not seeming to smile that much.

Liam nodded and turned on his camera, then started recording.

Liam: I'm now at my friend Asonja's house. He lives in an apartment somewhere here in Station Square. Blade and I used to live next to him. Say hi to the viewers, Asonja.

He did a single wave. "Sup people in different locations."

Liam: Good, good. Well, I'm gonna hang with Asonja, and then I'll see you guys again.

Liam stopped recording and turned off the camera.

Liam: That went well.

"That was probably the weirdest experience in my life. Probably the last for a while." He shrugged. "Oh, and sorry if I'm a bit slow and sore; I went to that place thing you signed me up for..."

Liam: That's fine. What's important is that you're learning to quit drinking.

"I suppose that's true. Where'd Blade by the way?" He asked.

(I'm bored, so I'm gonna pack in for today. See you tomorrow.) (kk cya)

Liam: Blade is asleep. He was at Station Square Late Night last night to talk about his participation in Mobius Got Talent. I went with him. Wanna see?

He paused for a moment but shook his head. "Nah, no thanks. I'm good. What're we going to do today anyway?"

Liam: How about we go to the arcade?

He seemed a little confused. "An Arcade? I don't think I have stepped foot in one before. Of course, my fear of being outside of my apartment for too long is still standing a little bit..."

Liam: I'll show you.

Liam took Asonja outside, locked the door of his apartment and then the two of them went to the arcade.

He seemed tense, looking inside the arcade. "There's uh...quite a bit of people in there. M-maybe we should go back home before it starts getting too full." He tried escaping.

Liam pulled him back in.

Liam: It is supposed be full. That's the whole point of an arcade. Wanna watch me play Pac-Man?

"S-sure..." He said nervously. (Sorry for my absence, a lot of stuff happened.)

(It's okay.)

Liam nodded and the two of them walked to the coin exchanger. Liam turned his 10 dollar bill into quarters and then they went to the Pac-Man machine. Liam put some quarters in and started playing.

Asonja watched, a bit confused at what he was looking at. "How old is this game? The graphics don't look that appealing..."

Liam got further and further into the game. Eventually, a crowd started gathering around Liam and Asonja.

Eventually, the arcade was filled as Liam got further and further into the game.

(I got it. This time, I'm hooking Sonic and Sally. I hooked Sonic and Amy before in our Private Roleplay. Plus, I got the idea of hooking Blade to Amy. Or is that creepy?)

(Perhaps it's fine, I dunno. I just got back from stuff anyway and I got some 20 minute homework to do)

Asonja got slightly worried with the arcade filling up and with Liam distracted he went outside of the arcade to relax.

(Okay. Well, I gotta go to bed now, so I'll see you this weekend, maybe?)

Eventually, Liam set a World Record, and everyone in the arcade cheered loudly. Liam was photographed with everyone in the arcade for the newspaper and the Mobius Book of World Records. Liam then went outside to talk to Asonja.

Liam: Hey, guess what? I set the world record for Pac-Man!

"Oh, really? That's...quite impressive." He said. His envious tone was a bit more obvious now, but he was still pretty happy for him since no one he knew set world records, but was still jealous either way.

Liam: I know. Wanna celebrate at your house?

"Sure, I suppose. What're we going to get?" He asked.

Liam: How about some pepperoni pizza?

"Sounds good. I prefer cheese though." He shrugs.

Liam: Okay, then we'll get cheese for you and pepperoni for me.

Meanwhile, with Blade...

Blade had woken up and was now taking a walk through the city.

Blade: It sure is a peaceful day today.

Suddenly, Blade saw Amy Rose crying at a café table. He went over to her and sat down at her table.

Blade: Hey, who are you?

Amy: I'm Amy...

Blade: I'm Blade.

Amy: O-Okay...

Blade: What's wrong?

Amy: I was in love with Sonic the Hedgehog, but he's with Sally Acorn, and he doesn't love me back...

Blade: That's a shame, because you're pretty cute.

Amy: Thank you...

Blade: Mind if I have a drink with you?

Amy: ...Not at all.

Blade: Good.

Back with Liam and Asonja...

Asonja sat in his apartment, waiting for the pizza to arrive. He couldn't stop with his "envious" look he sometimes had. He usually trailed off with the look too.

Liam came in with the pizza's.

Liam: Here I am with the pizza! Bon appetit!

Liam gave Asonja his pizza.

He blinked back to reality and looked at the pizza. He ate only one slice of the pizza.

Liam: Are you starving yourself out of depression?

"Uhhm...no?" He looked at him.

Liam was thinking.

Liam: *thinking* This mustn't register on an emotional level. First, exploit lies. Then gesture with pizza slice, Asonja denies his lies. Next, help Asonja eat more. Conclude with acknowledging compliment...

Liam: I know you're lying, Asonja. You're depressed because of your parents being murdered long ago, and now you're attempting suicide by starving yourself!

He seemed to jump back a bit, grunting. "W-what?! I told you I've been over that a long time ago it's not that anymore!"

Liam: Oh, sorry...I jump to conclusions too fast sometimes...

(I gtg, I'm going to a driving event for mentally disabled people tomorrow morning, so I have to go to bed early. See ya tomorrow.)

(I got no school tomorrow so I'll rp faster. Also, Initiate Phoenix Wright XD)

(Lawl. XD)

(WHY AM I STILL AWAKE AT 2 IN THE MORNING?! DX)

"It's fine...but it's somewhat on the lines of that, I guess you could say..." He mutters.

Liam: Yeah...You know, I know exactly how you feel about your parents...Because I lost my parents in a murder too...You know that guy called Joe Chill, from Batman? He murdered my parents when I was 5 years old, and because I was so young, I couldn't do anything...I was sent to an orphanage and got adopted when I was 8. That's how Blade and I met: His parents were looking to adopt a child because Blade's mom Zooey couldn't make any more children after Blade was born. Despite the death of my biological parents, I still make the most out of life. You should do the same.

"..." He groaned a little bit and looked away from him. "I just...can't. It's not that simple."

Liam: Why not?

"I don't know! It's like...I'm too scared to. I've done a lot of stupid things in my life and I refuse to make anymore mistakes by staying here in my apartment for the rest of my life, living off of Ramen and Root Beer that used to be with a tiny drop of Vodka..." He answered.

Liam: Dude, you're 16. You've got a whole life ahead of you. Get off your butt and do something with your life instead of sitting inside here all day.

Suddenly, Blade came in with Amy.

Blade: Hi, guys. This is my chick, Amy Rose.

Amy: Hi.

"Oh, hello." Asonja waved. His envious look in his eyes stayed going strong.

Blade: Amy, this is my little brother, Liam.

Liam: Hi.

Blade: And that's Asonja.

Amy: Nice to meet you two.

He nods. "Pleasure. Now, where were we Liam?"

Liam: As I was saying, do something with your life! Go paint, write songs or stories, find a hobby, do anything with your life!

"I am doing anything in life; staying at home and drink Root Beer" He shrugged.

Liam: *sigh* Anything but that...

"That's what you think. I'm not risking my life, time, and energy for something I won't even consider an achievement." He rolled his eyes.

Liam: You know what? Forget it, I give up. I tried, but he won't listen.

Liam angrily storms out of the apartment.

Blade: ...What the hell was that about?

"Liam is just wanting me to do something dumb or something outside my apartment." He groaned. "Nothing too special..."

Blade: Liam is right, Asonja. You should go outside your apartment and do something with your life. What happened to your parents is all in the past, and you should look towards the future.

Amy: Yeah, Blade is right.

(Sorry for my inactivity)

"I just...don't know exactly what to do. I don't know what my talents are, so why bother do something when you know you're bad at it or have no skill toward it?"

(It's fine.)

Blade: You could at least try.

"I don't know what to try, nor do I even want to..." He grumbled, sitting where he is still.

Blade: *sigh* Let's go, Amy. I can't help him either...

Amy and Blade left the apartment.

Late at night, in Asonja's apartment...

He was watching TV as usual with Root Beer. He seemed to look uncertain with what he's doing, but shakes it off and continues watching. "Stupid people and their born talents..."

Suddenly, the TV and the lights in the apartment turn off and the ghost of Donald Trump pops up in front of Asonja.

Trump: Asonja!

"GAH?!" He jumped behind his couch and peeked his head up. "Now I've seen everything..." He mutters and sits back down on the couch. "What do you want, Ghost Trump?"

Trump: I've come to warn you...You see these chains I'm wearing? These are my punishment for not having any love or sympathy for my people in life. 4 years ago, when I died, your chain was as long as mine, and with your pessimistic lifestyle you've only made it longer. But, there's one way to escape this fate. Tonight, three ghosts will come to you to help you change your ways. The first ghost will come when the clock strikes 1.

He was more confused than everything, but had the strange feeling to say a cliche phrase at this point. "Uhm...sure. I'm prepared for it at that time, I guess..." He says, highly uncertain.

Donald Trump: Good, because I'm out. I got my own fucking problems.

Trump's ghost then disappeared and the lights and tv went back on.

He blinks a few times, and continues to watch TV to try to forget what happened.

His phone vibrated at 1 AM. He turned the alarm off, confused as to why he set his alarm for 1 o'clock. "Huh...Nothing's happening." He says. "Ah well, back to my show."

Suddenly, a bright light started shining in the room, and from the light, Tommy Turtle, the Ghost of Hero's Past appeared. (If you don't know who he is, he's a deceased character from the Archie comics, Pre-Super Genesis Wave.)

(Never read the comics but thanks for telling me .3.)

He yelped and jumped back again. "Jesus Christ! A warning would've been great...so you're the ghost of my past, technically?"

(No problem. :3)

Tommy Turtle: Yes, I am. I'm going to show you your past to show you why you have become such a pessimist. You know it already, but I'm going to show it anyway. Hop on my back and we'll fly.

"Alright...that doesn't sound strange at all." He climbs onto his back, strange how it is perfectly solid.

Tommy then flies off to the past with Asonja on his back. Eventually they got there, landing on a school playground with a lot of little kids. Asonja recognized these kids as his old friends.

"Huh, I recognize them. They moved away a year after this.." He says, wanting to get off his back but was somewhat afraid of hurting himself, so he stayed on.

Tommy: Yes. Just so you know, these are shadows of your past, Asonja. They can't see you or hear you. Let's go inside.

Tommy walked into the school building with Asonja on his back. Asonja then saw his old teacher spanking his young self.

He was wincing every time. "I can still feel the pain and embarrassment..."

Tommy: You were always abused by your teacher, and was too scared to tell your parents because you were afraid your teacher would abuse you even more. Let's move on to the next shadow.

Tommy and Asonja then walked to the next shadow. It pictured Young Asonja and a young girl standing there.

Tommy: Do you remember that girl, Asonja?

"I think I do..." He narrowed his eyes toward her. "I can't remember her name though..." (Sorry for my absence)

(It's fine. Also, I'm a little pissed because of something that happened earlier tonight, just so you know.)

Tommy: That is Mary Kate, your first love interest. Let's see what happens.

Mary Kate: Asonja, I know you love me, but since the death of your parents, you've not been yourself. That's why I have decided to leave you. I'm sorry...Goodbye, Asonja...

Mary Kate then walked away from Young Asonja.

"Oh yeah...that's right," He says. "I remember feeling heartbroken because all I truly cared about was my parents. And now I feel helpless and pessimistic since I did nothing to prevent it." (Sorry to hear that. I won't ask about it.)

(Okay.)

Tommy: Do you regret paying less attention to your girlfriend now?

"Somewhat..." He muttered. "She was very sweet to me and all and I was too. Except when my parents died, it was all about me and how I couldn't do anything to stop it. She tried helping but I refused to accept it. That's when she left me. I wonder where she is now..."

Tommy: I don't know, because I'm a Ghost of the Past. Anyway, I think this is enough of the past. I'm sending you home. The next ghost will appear when the clock strikes 2.

Asonja then appeared back in his apartment. The clock then struck 2, and Comedy Chimp (From the Sonic Boom TV show. :3), the Ghost of the Present appeared.

Comedy Chimp: No time to relax. I'm the ghost of what's right now. I'm gonna show you what people think of you right now.

Comedy Chimp clapped his hands and suddenly, he and Asonja were in an alternate present. They were standing at the window of Liam and Blade's house. They then looked through the window.

(I'll type again after your turn.)

He was slightly confused at what was going on, but decided to follow along without protesting.

Blade was sitting on the couch, eating a pizza when two kids, a female hedgehog and a male fox jumped on the couch next to him.

Girl: Hey, daddy! When are we gonna go to Station Square Super Fun Park?

Boy: Yeah, we wanna go!

Blade: Well, kids, Uncle Liam is spending too much money on financially supporting Uncle Asonja, so I don't think we'll be going. In fact, we might not even have enough money to send you kids to school. (Yeah, I know, taken from an earlier RP, sue me.)

Both Kids: Nooo, daddy!

The kids start crying and Blade hugs them.

"What?!" He gets closer to the window. "Why is he financially supporting me?! He has kids to take care of!"

Comedy Chimp: Because you always refuse to work and don't earn any money yourself. Because of that, your surrogate niece and nephew hate you. But we're not done yet. Let's see how your ex-girlfriend Mary Kate is doing.

Comedy Chimp and Asonja then went to Mary Kate's house. She was playing a game of Monopoly with her new boyfriend and sons.

Mary Kate: You're doing really good, kids.

Son #1: Thanks, mom!

Son #2: I won!

New Boyfriend: Good job!

Everyone laughed.

He sighed, brokenheartedly. "She's so sweet...but now she's with a jock..." He groaned at that part. "Damn, why did I become so naive..."

CC: Well, it's your own fault for clinging to your dead parents.

Asonja then noticed something under Comedy Chimp's mantle. (Going to bed now. Bye.)

(Byebye.)

"They were the only ones that cared for me like a real person. And now I feel like I'm at fault for making my life worse..." He crossed his arms, seeming to look like he's in denial but was uncertain about it first.

Comedy Chimp then showed Asonja what was under his mantle: Two homeless children named Ignorance and Want.

He jumped back slightly, unnerved. "Uhh...who're they?"

Comedy Chimp: These are children who have it much worse than you. You're lucky you still have friends who financially support you.

Comedy Chimp then disappeared and Asonja was suddenly standing in a snowy Station Square, and next to him stood a tall, eerie spectre. This was Death, the Ghost of What's Yet to Come.

Death: ...

He stood just as quietly, but was more unnerved than anything. He backed up a bit, looking away from him. "Not now and not yet..." He mutters.

Death grabbed Asonja by the neck and carried him around the street. They walked past a group of people talking. They were about a recently deceased pessimist. Stuff from his apartment were being sold and it is really clear how the pessimist's death leaves the people cold.

Asonja just growled quietly, trying to get Death to loosen the grip on his neck. He thought, 'I thought nobody knew about me. Why're they selling all of my stuff?!'

Death: ...

They then walked to Liam and Blade's house and looked through the window. Blade was crying, because Amy and his kids had died from hunger. Amy and Liam tried to comfort him, but started crying too.

'He shouldn't have cared for me...I could've gotten a job, but it wasn't my fault they weren't meeting my standards...' He thought, rather guilty.

Finally, Death dropped Asonja to the ground at a graveyard. They were standing in front of a grave covered in snow.

Death: ... *points at grave*

He coughed a little bit, a bit unnerved still. He looked at the Grave, seeming to crouch in front of it. "I can't make it out. Who's grave is this?"

Suddenly, Trump's ghost appeared again.

Trump: Wipe off the snow and you'll see.

"Alright alright, chill. Build a wall around that impatience." He muttered the last part and began wiping off the snow little by little; he doesn't like snow very much since it's very cold. He finished with it eventually, seeing his own name on the grave. He stood up and looked away from it.

"Okay alright...this is freaking me the hell out right now. And you're telling me that I'm going to die in the near future, and this...stuff happens during so?" He was hiding a significant amount of fear.

(I see what you did there with the wall joke. :3)

Trump: If you do not change your ways, all of this will be true.

He groaned a bit. "Alright fine. I'll try something to fix this. I just don't know where to start really.."

Trump: You could start by apologizing to Liam and Blade. And afterwards, you can search for your hidden talent. Also, do not tell ANYBODY about what happened tonight, or else you'll end up being a ghost like me.

(Going to bed now. See you.)

(Kk. Bye.)

He nods. "Fine. I'll see what I can do for those things."

Trump nodded and he clapped his hands. Asonja was then back in his apartment, and no more ghosts will come.

"Phew...thank god that's over." He stood and stretched. "Now, where could those brothers be..."

Liam and Blade were both asleep at their house. Liam was dreaming about his favorite cartoon, Deep Sea Love as usual.

Blade was driving motorcycles and being badass in his dream.

Asonja peered into the window and quietly knocked on the window. He didn't notice he was standing in the same position the Ghost of the Present was showing him.

Liam woke up and walked groggily up to the window.

Liam: Huh...? Asonja...? But it's 3 AM...

He opened the window. "I know but listen to me; I've been...having some thoughts lately. I need your help along with Blade's help as I am going to find my hidden talent. With that, I can get a job so that you guys can stop financially supporting me."

Liam was confused at the last part, but dismissed it.

Liam: Alright then. Let's do that by morning, okay?

"I suppose." He nods. "I'll be going back to my apartment." He ran back.

The next morning, Liam and Blade were at Asonja's apartment.

Liam: Maybe we could try fashion designing.

Asonja groaned in the next room, as he was just waking up from his deep sleep. He rolled off the bed, making him fall to the floor.

Blade: You just woke up? Sorry about that. We'll just let you wake up and then we'll talk about it.

"It's fine...at least I'm up..." He grumbled and rubbed his eyes. "So, what have you guys come up with so far?"

Liam: We've come up with the following careers: Fashion designer, politician, talk show host, singer and a bunch of non celebrity careers which we'll go through later. Which celebrity career do you like the most?

"Well from the choices you have given me, they all don't sound worthy of pursuing..." He answers. "I am terrible with fashion, plus I'm not gay for that matter...maybe, but that's not the point right now. I am not going on stage to help fix the corruption Mobius is in right now, and I have a horrible singing voice."

Blade nodded and crossed all the celebrity careers off the list.

Blade: How about working for a big corporation?

(Sorry bout that.)

"I guess it depends? I dunno, I preferably work alone..."

Blade: I see. We'll think of something where you can work solo.

"Okay. Thanks guys." He nods and grabs something to eat in the fridge. They saw it was all Root beer and Ramen. Why would Ramen be in a fridge anyway?

Liam: Why the goat do you have Ramen in your fridge?

He opened his cabinets, showing the many Ramen packets and warm Root Beer in them already. "They'll last me for about a year."

Blade: Shouldn't you be eating more of variety?

"Well, that's the problem; I can't eat anything of variety because I have no money. And since Blade is paying my rent, from what I'm assuming, I have to care for myself now. And that's why I need a job."

Blade was confused, but decided not to question it.

Blade: I think I know the perfect job: Superhero. You know Batman? He prefers to work alone, but will take help whenever he needs it.

"That is a good idea, but I mean...I'm not really good at being a Superhero. Even if I haven't done it before, I know it will be hard. And I doubt I have done anything nice for the city here. I don't even have powers of the sort! I wish I did..." Asonja sighed and scratched his head.

Blade: Batman doesn't have any superpowers either, but he compensates by training himself to human perfection and also uses his massive wealth, superior intellect and advanced technology to fight his enemies. Liam and I can help you by providing you with gadgets.

"I guess that could do?" He sounded unsure. Since he's never done this before, he's more than likely to chicken out.

Blade: Tonight, I'll take you on a crime fighting trip. I got ski masks for both of us so people won't recognize us. My tactic of defeating enemies is to scare them. Feel free to come up with your tactics.

"O-okay...Uhh...I guess maybe tomorrow would be a better day? I'm not feeling like doing that right now..." He looked nervous.

Blade: Don't be nervous, Asonja. It'll be fun. You'll learn a thing or two about crime fighting.

"I'm a Pacifist, Blade. I'd never hurt a single soul, even if it's someone who's a criminal..." He sighs.

Donald Trump's ghost appeared again, and looked over Blade's shoulder and mouthed 'If you don't change, I'll fucking kill you.' at Asonja.

He sighed and scratched his head, highly uncertain. "But...what else do I have left to lose. Fine, I'll give it a shot..."

Blade: Sweet! Let's do it tonight then!

Trump's ghost disappeared again.

He nodded, so anxious that his hands were shaking a little. "Yeah. Sounds good."

That night...

Asonja and Blade were driving through the city on Blade's black motorcycle. They both wore black ski masks and were ready to ambush any criminals.

Asonja was slightly paler than last time before they got on the motorcycle. He was holding Blade rather tightly around his chest, groaning in what appears to be pain. "Uuugh, why did I agree to this...everything's spinning..."

Blade: Got motion sickness? No problem. I'll drive slowly.

Blade started driving slowly because of Asonja's motion sickness.

"It's not going to help that much but...thanks anyway..." He grumbled before dry-heaving to the side. "I told you riding a motorcycle wasn't the greatest..."

Blade suddenly stopped the motorcycle because he saw an old lady being robbed. Blade jumped off the bike, ran up to the thief and grabbed him by his shirt.

Blade: I'm going to tell you this friendly: Leave this lady alone or I'll hit you so hard, you're gonna see stars.

The thief gulped, gave the purse he stole back to the old lady and ran off.

Old Lady: Thank you, young man. I was really scared.

Blade: You're welcome, ma'am. Happy to help.

Blade got back on the bike and he and Asonja drove off.

Blade: I hope you learned something from what I just did.

"I wish I saw the whole thing; I almost blacked out from the Sudden G-force of you stopping the bike!" He says, turning back to green once the bike started moving again. It was also because he has low-blood sugar, which can be solved later.

Blade: It's fine. *inside his mind* What a failure...

Blade and Asonja then witnessed two guys standing on the road.

Thug #1: Stop the bike!

Blade stopped the bike gently so Asonja wouldn't black out.

Thug #2: Give us that bike!

Blade: No way! It's ours, so fuck off!

The first thug tried to grab Blade, but Blade knocked him out with a single punch. He then glared at the other thug, who fled in fear.

Blade: Did you see how I kicked his ass, Asonja?

"Yeah, I did..." He says. "Is that what you expect me to do?"

Blade: You only attack if the opponent attacks you first.

"Fair enough." He responds and stays silent through the entire trip, as well as trying not to puke.

The next morning, Asonja and Blade were sleeping in Asonja's apartment.

He was rolling around in bed, the blankets wrapping him like a burrito.

Blade was lying on the couch, snoring as if he was mowing down a forest.

Luckily, Asonja couldn't hear most of it, but several of it. The fan in the room helped muffle the sound.

Blade was dreaming about Amy.

Strangely, while Blade was dreaming, Asonja was awake. He seemed to be thinking to himself about why he feels so weak and powerless. "Why does everyone have powers but I don't?" He asked himself quietly. "It's like an affinity. But I don't have any of them."

Suddenly, Liam knocked on the door.

Liam: Asonja, you awake?

"Oh uh...yeah I'm still awake. You can come in." He answered, tiredly.

Liam entered the apartment.

Liam: So, how was your trip with Blade last night?

"It was fine. We stopped a few crimes from happening but it was mostly Blade doing everything. I was just sick the entire trip around town..." He sighed.

Liam: Gee, that's bad. Can we do something to cure your motion sickness?

"Motion sickness isn't curable, but it can be treated. I am not sure how." He responds.

Liam: Let me look it up on my tablet.

Liam got out his tablet and started looking up treatments for motion sickness.

Asonja sat down, looking around patiently.

Liam: Well, we could buy you some medicine to treat your motion sickness. Maybe Dramamine would be good for you.

"Perhaps that would be the best option." Asonja responds. He got out a Ti-84 Plus C Silver Edition calculator out and just started playing around with it.

(I was thinking of putting Emma in this. Or should we give Asonja a totally different girlfriend in this RP? Also, going to bed, I gotta take a blood test tomorrow.)

(You can go with whatever you see fit, Alex. Good luck tomorrow.)

(Thanks. Also, I was thinking we could make a Sonic version of your new gf Dominique. :3)

(That's up to you. I can give you a quick representation of what her character looks like; She's basically a Skunk/Fox hybrid.)

(Alright, let's do it then. You can play her. :3)

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Liam opened and a Skunk/Fox girl was standing there.

Liam: Hello. How can I help you?

(Just a quick note: She's a bit...manipulative towards me so it may be a complicated relationship.)

"Hi!" She smiles and waves for a moment. "Is Asonja here?" Her tail flicks as she looked around over Liam.

(I see. That's pretty...awkward.)

Liam: He's over here. *gets out of the doorway to let her in*

(I'm basically going to use her as what I WANTED her to be like)

She squeals and runs up to him, hugging him happily. Asonja smiled a bit and hugged back. "Hey! How was your trip?"

She looked up at him, smiling too. "It wasn't bad, though I was wishing you were with me. It got lonely REALLY quickly."

Asonja looked slightly surprised. "Oh really? Well I'm sorry I couldn't come with you. Anyway, I'm with Liam and Blade for a while as they're trying to help me become a better person, like getting a job and money and sorts so we can live a better life."

The skunk/fox hybrid squealed happily. "Oh boy! I can't wait!" Her tail was wagging a lot.

(Okay, sure. Btw, how's Dom doing? Just curious, 'cause you friendzoned her the other day.)

Liam smirked.

Liam: Oh, ho, ho, ho! You guys are dating?! That's so cool!

(She's fine, but I might give her another chance. She may be manipulative but she can be sweet sometimes.)

"Yeah, I thought I didn't want to tell you about it. It's kind of awkward to tell anyone about it." Asonja says while Dominique kissed him on the cheek once.

(Girls have their plus sides and minus sides. It's best to look at the plus sides. Do whatever you feel is right.)

Liam: That's so cute. <3

Blade then woke up and sat up.

Blade: *groggily* What's going on...? We got a visitor?

"Yeah. This is my girlfriend. I call her Domi." Asonja says. She waved to Blade in an energetic manner.

Blade: *waves back and yawns* Nice to meet you. I'm Blade, and this is my little brother Liam.

Liam: Hi.

"You guys look so adorable!" Domi says randomly. Asonja couldn't stop being so flustered.

Liam blushed and Blade rubbed his neck.

Liam: Thanks.

Blade: Yeah, you're pretty cool.

Domi giggled and continued to hug Asonja. "So, what's everyone been up to lately?" She asks.

Blade: I'm currently a finalist on Mobius' Got Talent.

Liam: I might start a singing career together with Blade.

"That sounds great!" Domi says, putting her hands together happily. "I hope you both do well! Now, Asonja and I are going to need some...alone time for a while..." She smiled lustfully at Asonja who seemed to blush a bit more. "So if you two wouldn't mind if I stayed here for the night?"

Liam: Sure, you can stay here for the night.

Blade: Yeah, we have a house of our own anyway.

"Thanks~!" Dominique says, about to walk Asonja to his room but stops and turns back to them. "Oh uh, one more thing real quick! I saw you last night." She casually points at Blade. "I saw you with him last night and I'm guessing you were trying to cheer him up a bit with his...depression problem?" She asked. It was as if Dominique knew about Asonja's depression.

Blade: Pretty much. Well, Liam and I will be taking our leave now. See you tomorrow!

Liam and Blade grabbed their stuff and walked back to their house.

"Bye bye~!" She waved goodbye to them, as well as pushing the unprepared Asonja lightly into his room, locking the door as well.

A day passes, in the early afternoon. Asonja was supposed to be up at this time, but he was still sleeping.

(I bet they were banging. >:3) (They probably were >3>)

Blade knocked on the door.

Blade: Asonja, you awake?

After a few minutes, Asonja opened the door, Domi in the bed. Her tail was hung off the side of his bed, as if the tail was checking to see if he was there. "Yeah, I'm here." He yawned without giving off his morning breath. "What's up...?"

Blade: I decided to check on you. Liam is back in 2036 visiting our parents and I'm alone today. That's why I decided to come over here. What have you and Domi been up to yesterday?

He blushed in response, looking back at Domi. "We uh...we were just hanging out and chatting, that's all. She also asked if she could sleep over and such." He answered. "Will we be going out again in the streets?"

Blade: Yep. Also, next week is the Mobius Got Talent finale. Will you and Domi be there?

(Also, how's the real Domi?) (A friend of mine, the ex girlfriend that I've had for a week xD) (Alright.)

"Domi will probably be there, I'm not sure if I could go." He scratched his head. "But if I get the chance, I'll come there. So, off to the streets then?"

Blade: Yep. Let's go.

Blade and Asonja got onto Blade's motorcycle and drove off.

Blade: Do you have medicine for your motion sickness yet?

"Should be here by tomorrow or so..." He groaned, nauseated.

Blade started driving slower so that Asonja wouldn't be as nauseated.

Blade: This better?

"It's a bit better..." He says. "Did you find anyone yet?"

Blade: Not yet.

Suddenly, Blade heard a scream. He saw a burglar running away.

Lady: Help! That guy stole my wallet!

Blade drove over to the guy, but someone else got over there first. A blur homing attacked the burglar, knocking him out. The blur stopped to grab the purse, and it turns out he looks like Sonic the Hedgehog.

Blade: What the? Uncle Sonic?

???: Here's your purse, ma'am.

Lady: Oh, thank you. I wish there were more people like you.

The lady gave the hedgehog some rings and walked off.

Blade: Who are you?

???: Me? I'm Tank. Tank Acorn, a descendant of Sonic the Hedgehog.

Asonja just blinked a few times, slightly confused at what's going on. The late reaction of Blade's quick 180 degree turn and high speed increase soon smacked Asonja in the face as he fell to the side of the motorcycle, almost about to puke.

Tank: Uh, what's up with your friend?

Blade: He's motion sick. Anyways, I'm Blade Eastwood and this is Asonja.

Tank: Alright. Say, are you guys hungry? I know a place that sells good Chili Dogs.

Blade: Sure. Lead the way.

Tank nodded and he ran off, but slow enough for Blade and Asonja to keep up with him.

Blade: I like this guy, Asonja. If he's a descendant of Uncle Sonic, then he must be awesome.

He groggily got back on the motorcycle. "He is." He responded. "I can tell by his features, attitude, and his appearance. He has Sonic's eyes, attitude, and speed abilities. He obviously is one of Sonic's."

Blade nodded. Eventually, Blade, Asonja and Tank found a chili dog truck. Tank paid for the chili dogs and the boys were eating.

Tank: So, what were you guys doing?

Blade: We were looking for justice to serve.

Tank: I feel ya. My dear old papa taught me everything about justice, and I've been serving justice ever since I was a teen. I'm currently Prince of Mobius in my timeline, and as first born male, I'm heir to the throne.

Blade: That's really cool.

Asonja hasn't seemed to touch his chili dog at all. It was still warm and freshly cooked. He also seemed quiet and out of the conversation as he just listened more than talking.

Tank: I know, it's really cool. *notices Asonja hasn't eaten at all* Hey, Asonja, why are you so quiet and not eating your chili dog?

Blade: I'll explain.

Blade then explained Asonja's tragic past to Tank.

Tank: Ah, I see. That sucks.

Blade: I know.

Tank: Asonja, I know you miss your parents, but you got a whole life ahead of you. Try to live life to the fullest in the time you have. My ancestor Sonic said that too.

"I understand that, by God I do." He responds. "But the thing is, that I am not comfortable going out to the world at this current moment. I cannot withstand the misfortune or the judgmental comments about myself 24/7..." He shakes his head a little bit. "What I'm saying is; I'm too afraid and weak to do so."

Tank: Alright, it's your choice.

"Well, what else can I do? You and Sonic have your 'special powers' and I get stuck in the dirt because I don't do jack-shit." He responds, probably a bit too hastily. "I'm not strong, I'm not fast, nor do I have any powers in general so all I do is hide from the mistakes I've made from the past because I can't. Change it." He poked his finger on the table during the pause at the end. "Yet everyone expects me to and it's getting on my nerves. All I want to do is stay home and just watch Television. Because it's all I'm worth." He sits back with his arms crossed, seeming to be final with his hasty choice he said. He wasn't expecting anyone to talk back, nor agree with him.

(I gtg, my dad asked me to go to bed. I won't be on tomorrow night, because I'll be watching The Voice of Holland then. I'll be free this weekend. See ya!) (Later bud.)

Blade: Asonja, you won't change because you won't even try! If you don't try, you can't do jack-shit! You helped me when I was doubting my abilities, and now I'm gonna do the same with you, and Tank is gonna help!

Tank: Blade is right. Let's go train your abilities!

A training montage then started while 'Eye of the Tiger' by Survivor played.

During one of the montages, Asonja was seen struggling to do pushups and collapsed. His score was a measly 5. On another montage, he didn't last even 30 seconds on a treadmill on speed 5 as well as not even CLOSE to bench-pressing the single bar itself. This was going to be a longer montage than anyone had ever asked for.

Blade and Tank often gave Asonja something to eat and to drink, and gave him lightweight dumbbells to train with.

It was slightly easier for him to follow, but he still had signs of very low stamina and other attributes that cause him to slow down and soon dissipate from the exercises.

Tank: Okay, that should be enough for now. Be sure to train regularly to get in shape.

Blade: Yeah, this should keep you going for a while.

(I'm going to bed soon, so we can RP this weekend if you're free then.) (Mkay)

"If I'm...dedicated enough for it, maybe..." Asonja panted and rolled onto his back. "We'll see..."

Blade: Okay then.

Tank: Well, I'll see you guys soon! Catch you on the flip flop!

Tank then ran off.

(Let's skip to the Mobius Got Talent finale? :3) (Oh, yeah, sure! Sorry, I was busy doing real life things.)

The next week, at the Mobius Got Talent finale...

Vector: He's an old soul in a young man's body, and he can sing really good. For the finale, he chose the song 'This Is A Man's World' by James Brown. This is Blade Eastwood.

Blade was standing on the stage in a black tuxedo. In the background of the stage, spinning fans were being projected. Blade started singing and blew everyone away. After he was done, the crowd cheered and Vector walked up to him.

Vector: Seriously, I'm making such a deep bow for you right now, how you're standing here and all. Great job, son. Alright, Rouge.

Rouge: Look, Blade, we've heard this number time and time again from many singers, but I've never heard it as good as from you. Adding to that, you're a very special kid, and this show has basically brought you everything you could ever dream of, I mean, you've been viewed millions of times on GooTube, and that brought you everything you could ever dream of, and yet I hope you win tonight.

Blade: Thank you.

Vector: Alright, Simon.

Simon: Yes, Blade. Nice outfit, by the way. Look, you've got a really old soul inside of you, I mean, you sing like you're way older than you actually are, I mean, you're only 17 but you have the experience of an age 30's person. Never in this talent show have I met someone, whom we will hear A LOT from in the future.

Rouge: I hope so!

Howie: Yes, Blade, in all the privileges I've had working on Got Talent whether it's in Empire City or here in Station Square, you might be my favorite candidate. And whether you win or lose, it doesn't really matter, because everybody's gonna know you, and we're gonna be hearing a lot from you, no doubt.

Vector: Last, but not least, Cream.

Cream: Mr. Blade, you're such a great singer. I'm gonna close down all exits of Station Square, because you can't leave us. You're ours. But on a serious note, like Mr. Simon said, you sing way older than you actually are, and the only thing you can do about it is maintain and train it, but something I really give you credit for is how relaxed you're standing here after everything you've been through, like a real performer, because you indeed look really good like this, and you owe all that to yourself.

Vector: Well, it's time to go backstage and prepare for the final round.

Sometime later, Blade, along with 8 other finale acts was standing on the stage in spotlights.

Vector: Okay, all 9 of you acts have made it to the finale. I will now name acts that will be eliminated. If you're eliminated, your spotlight will go out and you'll have to leave the stage. This will go on until 3 acts remain. Now, the first act to be eliminated is: The Karate Girls. The second act to be eliminated: Quatrobar. The third act to be eliminated: B-Boy Lil Justy. The fourth act to be eliminated: The Fresh All-Stars. The fifth act to be eliminated: Unbreakable. The sixth act to be eliminated: Doris.

All eliminated acts left the stage. Blade and two other singers remained on the stage.

Vector: It's now between you 3 gentlemen. I want to ask all the viewers at home to vote for the winner.

Once the voting was done, Vector started speaking again.

Vector: Okay, the voting is closed, and we're gonna announce the person who finished third: Bob Bulleé.

Bob was escorted off the stage, because he is blind and can't see where he's going himself.

Vector: Blade, Mart, it's between you two now.

Blade and Mart held each other, really nervous.

Vector: The winner of Mobius Got Talent 2016 is...

Liam: ...

Tank: ...

Vector: ...BLADE EASTWOOD!

Blade jumped up and down in happiness as Mart clapped for him and the crowd cheered loudly. Vector gave Blade a check of 25.000 rings as Liam and Tank jumped onto the stage to congratulate Blade. The eliminated acts came onto the stage to congratulate Blade as well.

(Are Asonja and Domi there too?) (I think Domi is at Asonja's apartment at this time, so no.)

Asonja just nodded somewhere in the crowd secretly applauding himself. "Of course he wins. That kid's got nothing on anyone else." He said to himself WAY under the cheering crowd.

Later, Asonja, Liam, Blade and Tank were at Liam and Blade's house.

Blade: I'm so happy! I can't believe I won!

Tank: You did a good job, homie.

Liam: You sure did! You deserved it!

"I'll admit, it was quite the performance." Asonja replied somewhere else in the area.

Blade: I know! Let's celebrate with some delicious pizza!

"Sure, I'm up for it." Asonja said casually. "Small, All Cheese please, if you don't mind."

Blade ordered pizza for everyone. Later, they were eating their pizza's.

Tank: Hey, Asonja. Do you have a girlfriend? If so, have you thought about kids?

"I do have one, yes." Asonja answered. "But I do not plan on having children though." He barely touched his pizza.

Liam: Asonja, you have to eat something.

Tank: Yeah, don't starve yourself, because you're skinny as Shaggy Rogers from Scooby-Doo.

"I...I know, it's just that I'm not hungry currently." Asonja answers. "That's why I asked for a small cheese pizza." Usually when he doesn't eat, something negative is going through his brain currently.

Liam could notice this.

Liam: Is something negative going through your brain right now, Asonja?

"Uhh....not..really?" Asonja answered uncertainly. "What's it to you...?"

Liam: I think whenever you don't eat, something negative is going through your brain.

"Okay...uhm...I suppose you could say that." Asonja said, looking down a bit.

Blade: Hey, it's fine. You can talk to us about it.

Tank: Yeah, we'll be fine with it.

Liam: Exactly.

"I guess. I was just looking back on the mistakes I made in the past. Nothing too big of a deal." Clearly it was, since he's been thinking about it for a long time now.

Liam: It appears that it is a big deal, because you've been thinking about it for a long time now.

"Look, I'll talk about it another time, okay?!" Asonja distressed. "I can't talk about it right now, I'm sorry!"

Liam: ...If you say so. But then you actually have to tell us, alright?

"I might, I don't know." Asonja relaxed slightly. "But I just can't talk about it right now."

Liam: Okay.

Liam, Blade, Asonja and Tank spent the entire night watching Smosh and drinking Coca Cola. The next morning, they woke up in the living room.

Liam: Woo, that was quite a party.

Blade: You know it. I enjoyed it.

Tank: I know. Well, I gotta go. My dad might freak out if I stay away from the 22nd century for too long. Bye guys!

Tank left the house.

Blade: Asonja, you there?

He was still asleep, rather very asleep as he hasn't moved from the moment he took a nap.

Blade: He's asleep. Let's move him onto the couch.

Liam nodded and he and Blade moved Asonja onto the couch and gave him a blanket to sleep under.

Liam and Blade both noticed how extremely light Asonja was. It was either their immense strength or Asonja's dangerously low weight.

Liam: Man, Asonja is extremely light.

Blade: Yeah, he really needs to eat more.

Liam: Let's let him sleep first.

Blade: Okay.

Liam and Blade went to the tv room upstairs.

Asonja awoke 2 hours later in the middle of the afternoon. He groaned and rolled off the couch, but continued to lay there on the floor. "Don't even feel like moving today..." He grumbled.

Liam and Blade came downstairs and saw Asonja on the floor.

Blade: Looks like you finally woke up. By the way, you're as light as a fly.

"Thanks for telling me; I've been aware of that for quite some time..." Asonja grumbled as his face was to the floor.

Blade: What's the matter?

Asonja picked his head off the ground. "'What's the matter' is the most relevant question. Well, Domi and I had to break up for some reason so...I'm alone again."

Blade was shocked.

Blade: Are you serious?!

"Yuuuup." Asonja said, now laying on his back. "First girlfriend lost under a whole week. Think of the chance of that."

Liam: That's a shame, man...Want to have a drink?

(Maybe we could put Emma in this now?) (Maybe. I'm not exactly sure yet, and I do apologize for my absence; I went to watch Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. It was pretty good) (It's okay.)

"Drink of Vodka or Scotch?" Asonja asked, looking at the two of them with his vision upside down.

Liam: Something non-alcoholic, please...

"Oh. Uhhhm...Vodka-infused Root Beer! No wait, Cherry Vodka. That's a good one. Really hits the brain quickly." Asonja adds.

Liam sighed.

Liam: Fine, I'll get you some...

Liam went to get Cherry Vodka for Asonja.

Blade: *inside his head* Alcoholic bowl of depression...

Liam then came back with the Cherry Vodka.

Liam: Here's your stupid Cherry Vodka, you alcoholic piece of poop...

"Thanks mate." He takes the bottle, opens it and drinks probably about a cup of it. He 'aah'ed afterward. "Alright, I'm good to go now."

Blade: Good. See you later.

Blade then opened the front door to let Asonja out.

Asonja gets up, taking the bottle with him out the door. "So, what's next on our list of things to do?"

Blade: I don't know. I'll call you when we're ready.

"Sure. I'll take the Metro back to my apartment. Thanks for the party. Call me tonight if you want to go out and...do whatever we used to do during late nights or something." Asonja says and walks to the subway station.

Later that night...

Asonja and Blade were driving through Station Square in Blade's Blademobile.

Blade: So, how do you like my Blademobile? I made it in my spare time.

"It's...pretty unique I'll give you that." Asonja said, rather impressed. "The gyroscope was a nice touch; I hardly feel motion sick."

Blade: No problem. Now let's catch some thugs.

Suddenly, Blade spotted Trevor Phillips from GTA V harassing someone.

Blade: It's that murderous psychopath Trevor Phillips. I'll handle this, Asonja. This guy's too dangerous for you.

Asonja grumbled and crossed his arms. He stayed in the car.

Blade got out of the car, ran up to Trevor and proceeded to beat him down. Trevor tried reaching for a gun or a knife, but Blade managed to handcuff Trevor. He then called the police.

Later, the police arrived and they arrested Trevor. The police thanked Blade and they left with Trevor. Blade got back in the car.

Blade: Okay, I'm back. Let's continue our journey.

"Mhm." Asonja nods. "Let's go."

Blade started the car and they drove off. After driving for a while, Blade saw a pink echidna (Emma. :3) being held at gunpoint by a thug wearing a black ski mask. He stopped the car and handed Asonja a Pump Shotgun.

Blade: This one's all yours. Good luck. You'll need it.

(You're welcome to control her for a bit if you want x3)

"Uh EHH" Asonja fumbled with the shotgun for a moment because he lost his grip. He managed to grip the gun and looked at Blade in concern.

"Are...you sure I can do this? I mean...I never held a gun or used a gun before...!" Asonja blinked a few times, obviously worried.

Blade: If you believe, you can do everything! Now go and save that girl!

Thug: Give me your purse, lass!

Emma: N-Never! I need this money to buy medicine for my autistic brother!

Thug: I don't care! Give me your purse, for Chaos' sake!

Emma: S-Someone, help me!

Asonja shivered a bit, but growled and held the gun tightly. He got out of the mobile and cocked the gun at the Thug. "Oi! Get out of here or I'll blow your brains out!" Asonja shouted, except there was a bit of fear in his voice as he tried masking out his fear with intimidation.

The thug turned around.

Thug: What are you gonna do about it? You're so scrawny, you can barely lift that gun!

Asonja narrowed his eyes and shot the gun. He purposely made the gun miss so that the bullets whizzed past the Thug's face and completely away from the Echidna.

"You think I'm playing around? I won't miss next time..." Asonja cocked the gun again, and made his way toward the thug. Blade could've sworn Asonja was glowing purple for a moment as Asonja's fear was completely gone from his eyes, and all that was left was the complete intention on getting rid of the Thug.

The thug gulped, put Emma's purse in her hands and ran away.

Emma: Thanks. You saved me.

Asonja put the gun on his shoulders like he was carrying two buckets on each end. "No problem, miss. It's not safe out here, obviously. My friend and I would be more than welcome to drive you home if you wish."

Emma: Sure, I'd really like you to.

"Alright. Follow me." Asonja says and motioned her to Blade's car. Asonja placed Emma in the front of the car and placed himself in the back. Possibly a sign of his loyalty? Who knows.

Blade: Where to, ma'am?

Emma: Ohmigosh! You're Blade Eastwood! I saw you win on Mobius Got Talent last night! Congratulations!

Blade: Thank you. I'm pretty happy about it myself. Anyways, where to?

Emma: The 24/7 pharmacy. I need to buy medicine for my autistic brother.

Blade: Very well.

Blade started the car and drove off to the 24/7 pharmacy. Once there, Emma got out of the car and returned once she had bought the medicine.

Emma: Okay, I got the medicine. Can you bring me home now?

Blade: Sure, if you could give me directions.

Emma: Okay.

Emma gave Blade directions to her house. Once there, she gave Asonja her phone number.

Emma: Here, Mr. Hero. This is my phone number so you can call me. I'm Emma Capulet, by the way.

Asonja took her number, seeming to lightly smile. "T-thank you, Emma. I'll be sure to call you when I get to my apartment. My name is Asonja Masenko. Call me whatever you wish."

Emma: Okay, but I'll need your number first.

"Oh yes, of course!" Asonja got out a small slip of paper and put his number in. He then handed his number to her. "There you go, Emma. If you ever want to meet, I'm in the apartment by 27th Street, 3rd floor, room 331."

Emma: Okay, see you soon, Asonja!

Emma got out the car and walked up to her house. Blade started the car and drove off.

Blade: Looks like you're scoring with the ladies, huh, Asonja?

"I suppose so. I can't get anymore than one anyway." He says, moving himself to the front of the car.

Blade: Well, we did good for tonight. I'll drop you off at your apartment and then I'm heading home.

Blade dropped Asonja off at his apartment.

Blade: Good night, Asonja!

"Good night Blade. Thanks for the ride home." He shuts the door to the car and walked to his apartment.

Blade smiled and drove back to Liam and his house. Once there, he parked the Blademobile in their garage and walked inside.

Liam: Hi, Blade. How did it go with Asonja?

Blade: It went well. We got a few evildoers and Asonja scored with a lady.

Liam: Ooooh, interesting! So, what do you feel like doing now?

Blade: I feel like going to bed.

Liam: Me too. Good night, Blade.

Blade: Good night, Liam.

The next morning, at Asonja's apartment...

Tank knocked on Asonja's door.

Asonja groaned and crawled his way to the door. "Hold on, Hold on...I'm still tryin' ta recover from last night..." He grumbled and used the door to help him up. He opened the door and saw Tank. "Oh hey...uh...you. I forgot your name already..."

Tank: I'm Tank, Sonic's descendant. I came here because I wanted to ask you something: 'Would you like to take a trip to the future with me?'

He blinked a few times. "A trip to the future you say...? How far are we talking?" He asked.

Tank: The year 2109, where I'm from.

"That seems pretty far...alright. As long as I'm back here in one piece, I'll be coming along." He replied.

Tank: Okay, let's do it then!

Tank stepped inside, locked the door of Asonja's apartment and opened a time portal. He then took Asonja through the time portal and they were standing in the courtyard of Castle Mobius, 2109. Tank closed the time portal.

Tank: Welcome to 2109!

Asonja adjusted his glasses for a moment to get a slightly better view. "Wow...this place did change in the course of a hundred years...Impressive."

Tank: It sure has. I'll lead you around the city of Portal, Angel Island.

Tank took Asonja through town and explained to him where everything was. Once they did that, Tank took Asonja for breakfast at the local café. Tank had a sandwich with cooked egg and cheese.

Asonja just seemed to have whole milk. He doesn't eat much anyway. "It's interesting how machines here go against the laws of physics from what I'm hearing from people. Creating milk out of thin air? I find that to make sense in a way." He drank from the glass. "And it's completely organic too..."

Tank: I know. But the technology in your time is pretty impressive too. (Going to bed now, cya later!)

(Later)

"True...but not as good as this. I mean, if you think about it, we've always lived on the Laws of Conservations. They state; 'Mass, Energy, Momentum, and Electricity can neither be created nor destroyed, they can only change forms.' This technology probably still applies these laws but at a much thinner and more incredible scale. I can only assume that it takes elements from the outside world and converts it into something else. It's entirely possible, and this proves its existence."

Tank: Yep. I live in an incredible world with incredible features. It's really nice.

Suddenly, a yellow fox, a light blue rhino and a white elephant entered the building.

???: Hi, Tank!

Tank: Hey, Lloyd! Hey, Ronnie! Hey, Charlie! I brought a visitor from the past.

The three boys looked at Asonja.

Lloyd: He looks cool!

Tank: Asonja, these are my friends. This yellow fox is Lloyd Prower, a descendant of Tails and Cosmo.

Lloyd: Hi.

Tank: This light blue rhino is Ronnie Rafferty. He comes from a country musician family.

Ronnie: Howdy.

Tank: And this white elephant is Charlie Davis. His parents are rich business people.

Charlie: Yo.

"Pleasure to meet the three of you." Asonja replied normally.

(I changed it, because there's three guys.) (Whoopsies)

Tank: So, what are you guys here for?

Ronnie: We wanted to go ride on our Extreme Gear. Wanna join us?

Tank: Sure! You up for it too, Asonja?

He looked pale for a minute. "Extreme...gear? You mean those hoverboards? I uh...don't do well on those actually..."

Tank: That's a shame. Well, you could always watch from the ground then. Let's get going!

Tank and his friends went to get their Extreme Gear, and once they got it, they went to an open spot to race.

Tank: Okay, Asonja, you can stay here if you like.

He nodded and sat down. Like normal people, he would be having more breakfast but he just sat there with his small empty glass of milk next to him.

Tank and his friends backed up a bit, ran, jumped onto their Extreme Gear and sped off. Suddenly, Asonja saw a huge castle flying high in the sky.

He looked up at it, rather surprised. "What the heck is that...?"

Suddenly, rays of light started shining at Asonja, and he was teleported to the castle.

"GAH?! WHAT HAPPENED?!" He was freaked out a bit, doing a strange kung-fu stance thing.

A young Angelfox was standing in front of Asonja. He had angel wings on his back.

???: Welcome. You must be the Chosen One.

"Chosen...One?" He asked, verifying. He got out of his strange pose. "For what?"

???: Our Angelbian prophecies have foretold that one day, a black hedgehog in a trench coat would be summoned to Angel's Temple to defeat the evil monster named Kholes. For hundreds of years we have waited. And at last, that day has come. My name is Francis, I'm an Angelfox living here at Angel's Temple. Angelbians help people on Mobius with certain problems, like finding true love or building up a reputation. Anyways, let me take you to the training courtyard.

Francis took Asonja's hand and they walked over to the training courtyard. Once there, Francis gave Asonja an old training sword.

Francis: I'll tutor you in swordsmanship. We keep monsters at Angel's Temple to train young Angelbians in the arts of various weapons. Bring out the Slimes! (From Dragon Quest. :3)

Suddenly, a group of Slimes hopped into the courtyard. They were innocent looking, but were still hostile. (If you wanna know what a Slime looks like, go to the link down here.)

☀http://dragon-quest.org/wiki/File:DQ_Slime.png

"Aww..." Asonja muttered a bit. "But it looks so cute, I can hardly swing my sword because of it's adorableness."

Francis: Hmmm...Maybe something a bit more threatening should help. Slimes, return to your places!

The Slimes hopped back out of the courtyard.

Francis: Bring out the Knights of the Underworld!

A bunch of Dark Knights marched into the courtyard and they pointed their swords at Asonja.

"WHOA SHIT!" He jumped back and brought his sword up. But his strength was very low so he had to use two hands to hold the sword, even if it's for one hand. "Okay, that's a bit more threatening..."

Francis: Don't worry, they will go easy on you, because you're in training. I will show you how to thrust and parry. (I don't know sh** about swordfighting, and frankly, I don't care either. I only use swords in RPG games.)

Francis took out his sword and showed Asonja how to swordfight by sparring with one of the knights. Once that was done, Francis walked back to Asonja.

Francis: Okay, did you get all that?

He nodded, but still looked worried. "S-sure...let's go with that..." (Apologies for my absence. Spent Christmas for a while.) (It's fine.)

Francis: Okay, time for you to spar with one of these guys.

A Dark Knight walked up to Asonja.

Dark Knight: Good luck, you'll need it.

"I will need all I can get, sir..." Asonja replied back as he tightened his grip on his sword. He was visibly shaking, but was trying to control it as he went in for a swipe.

The knight parried to defend himself from Asonja's attack. He then thrusted his sword at Asonja.

Francis: Now! Parry to defend yourself from the incoming attack!

Asonja did so, but was at a highly uncomfortable position. This caused him to lose his balance from the impact, which made him stumble back a bit and grimace.

The knight then showed an open spot for Asonja to attack. (How come you're still awake at this hour? XD)

(I'm an Insomniac, I'm telling you >~<) Asonja noticed it and swung at the open spot. Obviously, the sword was a bit too heavy for him without the proper training, and just by the way he looked, anyone can tell that he wasn't a fan of working out.

(Damn, that must be tough. o.o)

The knight was hit in the open spot, but still continued fighting. He thrusted his sword at Asonja again.

Asonja stepped back, narrowly dodging the sword. He attempted to swipe back, but couldn't exactly aim right since the sword to so heavy for him, though any beginning warrior could easily pick up the sword.

Francis noticed Asonja had trouble handling the sword due to his lack of muscle.

Francis: Looks like your lack of muscle is giving you trouble. Let me help you.

Francis used his Angelbian magic on Asonja to pump up his strength. Asonja's muscles grew a lot more stronger, making it easier for him to hold the sword.

He was surprised by this sudden change, as he went back to holding one sword. With this, he kept up with the Black Knight, parrying, dodging, and countering flawlessly. This was a massive change.

Francis was happy his power boost helped Asonja. His improved fighting caused the Dark Knight to get tired.

Francis: Okay, time out! That was great, Chosen One!

Asonja stopped his fighting, and brought the sword back. "I am surprised that muscle was all I needed to fight...and some bits of courage too. I lacked both things." He said before turning to Francis, and lowered his sword. "So, now what's on our list of things to do?"

Francis: I will now take you to my mentor, Noah. Dark Knights, you can rest.

The Dark Knights went back to their bedrooms as Francis guided Asonja to one of the higher levels of Angel's Temple, where Francis' mentor, Noah was waiting.

Francis: Master, the Chosen One has arrived!

Noah turned around to look at Francis and Asonja. Noah was a middle aged Angelbat, who had angel wings instead of bat wings and wore a toga.

Noah: So...Has he trained yet?

Francis: Yes, he has.

Noah: Good, good. So...Asonja, you're the Chosen One of Angel's Temple. Our prophecies have foretold that you will defeat the evil dwarf king named Kholes. We can get you ready for your journey here at Angel's Temple. I will send Francis along with you on your journey. But first, we must give you enough items so you'll stay toasted during your travels.

Noah gave Asonja a backpack.

Noah: This backpack is small on the outside, but it has much more room on the inside. Also, have 1000 rings. Now go shopping around Angel's Temple to buy the stuff you need, then come back here.

Asonja nods, takes the backpack and went around the place. He bought mainly food and camping supplies, but it took him a long time because he kept getting lost every 5 minutes; his sense of direction wasn't the best somehow, though he wasn't like this before.

Once he got everything, seeing how his backpack could lift just about any huge object and no overflow, he found his way back to Noah and the others.

"I have returned with all of the supplies, with about 15 rings left to spare." He stated.

Noah: Good. Now, before you go, take this.

A white sword appeared in Noah's left hand. He gave it to Asonja.

Noah: This is a Heavenly Sword. You're gonna need it to defeat any hostile monsters during your journey. Now, I wish you good luck, and may you fulfill your destiny as the Chosen One. Francis will be going with you, so turn to him if you need any advice. On your way now, Hero!

Asonja's heart was beating faster than he had ever imagined; he would never think that he would be any kind of hero in general, but yet he was treated like one even before his journey. He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly before looking up at Noah again to ask one final question:

"If, by any chance, if I could use two swords?" He asked. "I kind of like using two swords for mobility and technique. It's alright if I can't, I'm just wondering."

Noah: Of course you can.

Another Heavenly Sword appeared in Noah's hand. He gave it to Asonja as well.

Noah: Francis, here are your supplies.

Noah gave Francis a bag with supplies. Francis tied it around his waist.

Noah: Good luck, you two. May you save Mobius from Kholes.

Francis nodded.

Francis: Well, Asonja. Let's go down to Mobius.

Asonja nods and sheathes his two swords. "The sooner, the better."

(I wish Asonja could be like this in a canon roleplay. XD)

Francis used his Angelfox magic to beam himself and Asonja down to Mobius. They spawned about 30 miles away from Angel Island.

Francis: I have a map that leads to Kholes' hideout. It's east of Angel Island. Let's go!

Asonja nodded again and followed Francis to the location. He's been rather silent through the whole thing, but he looked like he was contemplating over using a third sword to fight. The only question was, how could he use that third sword? He decided to think on that further.

Suddenly, Asonja and Francis were ambushed by agressive tigers.

Francis: Look! It's some agressive tigers! Let's show them what we're made of!

Francis got out his rapier and waited for Asonja to get his swords ready.

He got his swords out, and seemed to say something in a different language as he got in a stance. "Nitōryū ... Nanajūni Pondo Hō!" (Two-Sword Style: 72 Pound Cannon). With this, he slashed the air quickly, and the tigers were blasted away as if Asonja had blasted an invisible cannon from the swords. He stood there, confused at what he just did and said.

Francis' jaw dropped at what Asonja just did.

Francis: Whoa...Dude, what did you just do?

Asonja was just as shocked. "I...don't know. It just came into my head, I said it, and boom that happened."

Francis: Well, whatever it was, it was amazing! Let's continue our journey!

Francis walked off towards Kholes' hideout.

Asonja followed, seeming to look at his swords. "They don't damage me, but yet they can do huge amounts of damage to enemies. Incredible."

Meanwhile, Tank and his friends were racing on their Extreme Gear. Suddenly, Tank saw Asonja and Francis.

Tank: Hey, what's Asonja doing down there with that dude? Let's go look.

Tank and his friends then rode down to Asonja and Francis.

Tank: Yo, Asonja! Whatcha doing?

He then noticed Asonja was physically stronger.

Tank: Hey, did you hit the gym really quickly?

"It's a long story, Tank." Asonja stated, his swords sheathed at his sides. "Francis here can explain it more than I can."

Francis: Yes, I can.

Francis then started explaining it to Tank and his friends. They listened with a lot of interest.

Francis: And now we're on our way to Kholes' lair to defeat him.

Tank: Can my friends and I come along?

Francis: That depends on what Asonja wants. So, do you want them to join, Asonja?

"I mean, if they really want to." He answers.

Tank: Okay, thanks, Asonja!

Tank and his friends then put their weapons on their back. Tank had an axe, Lloyd had a laser gun, Ronnie had a staff and Charlie had two katana's.

Tank: Lead the way.

Francis: Okay, let's go.

Francis walked onwards, with everyone following him.

While taking this time, Asonja still contemplated on having a third sword. He was getting some ideas too, but then decided it was a good idea to contemplate on two-sword style moves. He wanted to figure out how he knew how to speak Japanese and make a move such as making a Cannon by slashing his swords.

Eventually, after a long journey, Asonja and co. made it to Kholes' hideout. A group of dwarfs was guarding the entrance.

Dwarf #1: Look! It's a bunch of losers!

Dwarf #2: Let's get them!

Tank and his friends used their weapons on the dwarfs until there were two left.

Tank: These are all yours, Asonja.

He nods and gets in position to bring out his swords, but he seemed to rush ahead of the dwarves and appeared behind them. They then noticed they couldn't move, and their armor was just sliced in half. They were unharmed, but they couldn't seem to move.

Dwarf #1: Hey, we can't move!

Dwarf #2: How is that possible?

Asonja smirked and suddenly, slash wounds appeared on the dwarves' chests, knocking them back. "Perhaps it was because I went so fast, your bodies didn't even notice that they got slashed. You're welcome." He looked to the rest of the team. "I believe the way is clear."

Ronnie: Okay. Lead the way, Mr. Francis.

Francis: Okay.

Francis entered the lair and the rest of the team followed. Eventually, they were standing in front of Kholes, the evil dwarf king.

Kholes: So...The Chosen One and his team have arrived...I didn't think you'd come...But now you will taste despair...Prepare to get crushed!

Kholes got out his magic staff and started fighting the group. Francis, Tank and his friends started weakening Kholes enough for Asonja to defeat him.

Asonja had stayed back upon this, as he had studied what he could do. Once he figured out what to do, he got in position and said, "Nitōryū: Nanajūni Pondo Hō!" as he slashed with his two swords, creating a swirled slash that hit the Dwarf King directly.

Kholes was knocked back by the attack.

Kholes: Oof...Now, that's an attack that packs a punch...But it's not enough to defeat me!

Kholes got up and used his staff to create a lightning bolt that struck Asonja.

With this attack, he got blasted back to a wall. He stuck there for a minute before falling to the ground, and shaking a bit from the electricity. Soon, he became pretty limp afterwards.

Tank: Grrr...You hurt Asonja...Prepare to get crushed!

Tank jumped and smacked Kholes with his axe, which did a great amount of damage.

Kholes: OW!

Tank then ran over to Asonja.

Tank: Are you alright, buddy?

He coughed and his arms shook as he tried to get himself up. "Y-yeah...I'm fine...though I'm going to be here to recover...do you think you could buy me some time?"

Tank: Of course we can. Stay here.

Tank then smacked his axe on Kholes as Francis swung his blade. Tank's friends then helped too.

Asonja got up slowly, picking up his swords again. "Come on body...don't fail on me..."

Francis, Tank and his friends then got out of the way so Asonja could attack Kholes.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes shined purple. His body exploded with purple aura as he dashed toward Kholes quicker than he ever has before with both swords drawn. He jumped higher than about 10 feet and swiped the swords down. Even though the swords were all the way up in the air, two slices were made on his shoulders making deep cuts.

Kholes screamed in pain.

Kholes: Impossible...Unthinkable...I cannot be defeated by lesser beings such as these...I cannot...I must not...

Kholes' eyes then closed as he blew out his last breath. Kholes was lying on the ground, dead.

Francis: Asonja, you did it! You defeated the evil dwarf king and fulfilled your destiny as the Chosen One!

He landed on his feet, his aura disappearing. He panted and withdrew his swords. "Yeah...quite the adventure, I should say."

Tank had a huge smile on his face.

Tank: I'm proud of you, Asonja! When I first met you, you were a weak pessimist who always doubted himself, and look at you now! You're now a hero!

He looked at his hands for a moment and looked back up. "Yeah. I am. Who knew that I just needed a push and I'd be all for it."

Francis: Let's go back to Angel's Temple to celebrate.

Francis then beamed himself, Asonja, Tank and his friends up to Angel's Temple. Later, a ceremony was held to honor Asonja.

Noah: Noble Asonja, we give you our thanks from the bottom of our hearts for defeating that foul dwarf king Kholes. I want to thank your friends as well for helping you in your task, and for that, I present you all with these Angelbian Medals.

Noah then put medals around the necks of Asonja, Francis, Tank and his friends. Rays of light then shined down on them as Angelbians cheered.

Asonja looked down at his medal, and held it to get a better look at it. "I don't think I have ever seen a reward before."

Noah: Let's celebrate now!

After that, Asonja, Tank, his friends, Francis and the rest of the Angelbians had a big party. They ate big plates of fruit and there were all sorts of things you would expect to see at a party.

Later, after the party...

Francis: Well, Asonja, it's time for you and your friends to go home.

He nodded. "Yeah...after a party like that, I don't think I could even eat for another day. I had a hunch that we were overstaying our welcome."

Francis: The heavenly swords are yours to keep. After all, a hero like you is worthy of possessing such swords. Make sure you visit sometimes. Bye for now!

Francis then beamed Asonja, Tank and the gang back down to Mobius.

Tank: Well, I suppose it's time for you to go back to 2016.

"Yeah." Asonja says and nods. "It's New Years Eve there too if I remember correctly, so it'll soon be 2017. I also got someone to call too. It was nice meeting you, Tank. I'm sure you made your parents proud."

Tank: Yeah, I bet. Well, good luck! I'll come by some time!

Tank then opened a time portal so Asonja could go back to 2016.