Chapter 2: Wake-up Call

 

KABOOM!

 

Stripes immediately sat straight up in bed. “What the stars was that?!”

 

“Stripes!” The voice of Stripes’s mother came through the doorway. “Get out here, quick!”

 

Stripes immediately jumped out of bed and grabbed his hat and shoes while running out to the house’s main room. “What’s going on?” he worriedly asked his mom.

 

“Look,” she replied, pointing at the family’s viewscreen. Every household in and around the city of Mobiathon was issued one the year before. Although they were mainly used for entertainment, the high-tech devices were primarily there for emergency situations.

 

And one look at the screen told Stripes that this was unquestionably an emergency situation.

 

There was a Mobian chipmunk on the screen, and she was talking in a tone that suggested she was barely keeping her emotions in check. She was covered with tannish fur and wore a blue vest. Her long dark brown ponytail and bangs were disheveled. Although she dressed like anything but royalty, she was Princess Sally Eliza of the House of Acorn – or more simply, Princess Sally. Her father was the semi-monarch of Mobius, or at least the large region surrounding Mobiathon. Sally herself had led that brave band of Freedom Fighters who had eradicated Robotnik years before.

 

But that didn’t matter now. The things she was saying made that much clear.

 

“..I repeat,” she continued as Stripes came into earshot, “Mobiathon is under heavy attack by unknown forces. Any and all citizens are ordered to evacuate the area as quickly and calmly as possible and head to the old Freedom Fighter bases.” As she spoke, her picture became smaller and shifted to a corner of the viewscreen. In its place, what looked like large blue starships were descending on the city, firing bursts of energy that caused explosions in the streets and buildings. Panicked Mobians were running every which way as the streets were overcome by strange purple humanoid creatures. Stripes couldn’t make them out very well on the screen. “Please,” the princess’s voice continued, “do not panic. I repeat: do not pan…”

 

BOOM!

 

Stripes and his mother heard another explosion, but this one wasn’t on the screen. It was outside their house, and it rattled the windows. The viewscreen went blank as all electricity was cut off.

 

“Mom!” Stripes said in the calmest voice he could manage. “We’ve got to get out of here. Dad already left to tae Sis to school, right?”

 

The female tiger looked very worried. Although Stripes’s senior by many years, she was only slightly taller than her son. She had a sort of poofy hair-do on the top of her head that was the same shade of black as the stripes on the rest of her orange-furred body. She was dressed in a casual work suit, as she had been about to leave for work herself when the warning came. “Yes, just a few minutes ago,” she responded, “but do you think they’re…”

 

“They’re probably safer than we are right now,” Stripes said reassuringly, though he was so sure himself. “All of the public transportation systems have emergency routes to safety. We learned that in school yesterday, so I’m not just making it up.”

 

“Al-alright…,” his mom replied, obviously still uncertain.

 

“I think our best bet is to take the old Freedom Fighters’ underground tunnels,” Stripes continued. “They’d take us straight to old Knothole Village and should be a lot safer than staying above ground. The only problem is, I have no idea how to get into the tunnels.”

 

“Well, actually…we have an entrance to one in the basement. A lot of houses around here do,” the maternal tiger said, hesitantly. “I guess we never told you about it when you were younger because we were afraid you and Hedgey would go off exploring on your own and get lost…”

 

BLAM!

 

Another nearby explosion shook the house.

 

“Let’s go!” Stripes grabbed his mother’s hand and almost dragged her down the basement stairs. “There’s no time to talk now!”

 

After hurriedly shoving aside some boxes of Stripes’s old baby things, they found the entrance to the tunnel and hurried inside.

 

“Stripes!”

 

The tiger jumped and whirled at the voice.

 

“Hedgey! What are you doing down here?” he exclaimed at the sight of his friend coming down the tunnel.

 

“Well, I was just about to leave for school when Princess Sally came on-screen with the warning,” Hedgey explained. “I remembered overhearing my parents talking about this tunnel one night, so I decided to come and see if you guys were okay,”

 

“That was very thoughtful of you, Hedgey,” Mrs. Tigre responded as Stripes flicked on the flashlight he had grabbed on the way down. The three of them hurried down the tunnel in what Stripes determined to be the direction of the Great Forest.

 

The only visible light came from the flashlight. The tunnel must’ve been near an underground river, as the air was quite humid. The sound of dripping water could be heard every few seconds. The tunnel seemed to go on forever, and Stripes’s feet were starting to ache. They couldn’t hear explosions anymore. Either they were too far away for the sound to carry, or the attack had ceased.

 

The came to the fork in the tunnel so suddenly that Hedgey rammed face-first right into the end of the separating wall.

 

“Oww!” he yelled. His voice was muffled because he was holding his swelling nose. “Stupid wall!” He then kicked the rock-solid wall and succeeded in stubbing all of the toes on his left foot. “Aargh!” he cried, hopping on one foot while still holding his nose. His yelp of pain echoed far down the tunnel and back.

 

“Hedgey!” Stripes hissed urgently, “Quiet! There’s no knowing what could be down here! For all we know, the city’s attackers could’ve found a way down here and…”

 

“Hello?!”

 

The three Mobians froze at the echoing voice. It was coming from far down one of the forks.

 

“Is there somebody there?” the deep and somewhat nasal voice continued in a confused tone. Soon the three Mobians could hear the sound of working but unoiled machinery coming closer.

 

“There’s no one there, you bucket of bolts,” a second voice echoed. It was high pitched and squawky, virtually the opposite of the first voice.

 

“Hey,” the other voice responded, “I’m the one with the specialized auditory sensors here, remember, bird brain? I know that I heard voices. One even sounded a little familiar…”

 

Just then the owners of the two voices came into view from the fork on the right. “See!” the shorter one with the deeper voice said. “I told you that there was someone here.” This speaker was a robot. He was short, squat, and sported a very worn coat of green paint. Instead of legs, he traveled on a pair of treads attached to the bottom of his torso. His eyes had sort of an eternally-confused look to them. The robot’s nose and hands looked like silver cones that would normally be found on a drill.

 

“Well…I was p-probably just a lucky guess,” the other squawked back, clearly surprised and annoyed that his companion was right. This one was also a robot, though very different from the first. He was nearly twice as tall and resembled an animaloid chicken. He was mostly a faded silvery-blue color, with faded yellow beak and legs. On top of his head was a tattered red chicken comb.

 

Both robots were clearly both badly in need of repair, cleaning, oiling, and repainting. The shorter one opened his semi-circular mouth to continue the argument, but Stripes interrupted them.

 

“Excuse me…but who are you? And why are you down here?” he asked.

 

The two mechanicals looked up in surprise at the voice, as if they had forgotten that the three Mobians were there at all.

 

“Er…um…,” the chicken began, wearing an expression that suggested memory trouble, “I’m….uh….S-…Scratch, yeah, Scratch, and this hunk of metal over here…Grounder…yeah, his name’s Grounder.” After this apparently large stress on his memory processors, Scratch suddenly stopped and stood there in a stupor.

 

Grounder continued in his counterpart’s place. “Uh, well, we’ve been living down here…for years, I guess. It’s been so long… We used to be Dr. Robotnik’s favorite henchmen, but we failed to catch that darn Sonic the Hedgehog“ – Hedgey’s eyebrows rose at his cousin’s name. “–so many times that the Dr. sent us to Scrap Valley, a junkyard-turned-village where Robotnik sent all of his rejected creations. But we couldn’t stand being among those…inferior robots…so we left and wandered around until we came upon these tunnels. We’ve existed down here ever since, barely managing to keep our power cells from running out. We’re actually both close to automatic power-save shutdown now…”

 

“Wow…,” Hedgey gaped. “So you’re really the same Scratch and Grounder that my cousin told me about when I was little? He would tell me stories of what losers you guys were – no offense.”

 

“Uh...none taken…I guess,” Grounder replied, uncertain.

 

“Wait,” Hedgey continued, “Wasn’t there another one of you? What was his name…Bananas? No…Coconuts! Yeah that’s it! Cuz told me that he was some weird monkey robot who would follow you around sometimes. What happened to him?”

 

“What?” Scratch squawked, suddenly snapping out of silence, “that banana brain? He was always getting on our and Dr. Robotnik’s nerves with his half-baked schemes and his hot temper. Robotnik kicked him out before us. Last we heard, he left Scrap Valley to look for fellow monkeys who would accept him…Yeah, right, like anyone would be that dumb. Anyway, we haven’t heard from him since then…not that we expected to, either way. He–“

 

“Wait a minute,” Grounder interrupted. “You said your cousin knows us, hedgehog. What was his name?”

 

BOOM!

 

Before Hedgey could respond, a large explosion rumbled the surface directly overhead. Small pieces of stone and dirt rained from the cave ceiling onto the Mobians and the floor around them.

 

BLAM!

 

“We need to get out of here, NOW!” Stripes yelled over the roar of another explosion and the rumbling it caused.

 

“This way!” Grounder called. He made a U-turn and rapidly disappeared down the left fork, which seemed to have been casting sunlight on them the entire time. The three Mobians hurried after him, but Scratch’s legs were too run-down to make the quick maneuver he attempted. The robot tripped and his metal body slammed hard onto the cave floor. “I’m a goner…,” he moaned.

 

Suddenly Hedgey was standing next to Scratch. “Not today,” he said.

 

“You…came back…for me?” Scratch asked in disbelief.

 

Hedgey’s response was to grab the robot’s wing and half-drag, half-carry him as he ran back toward the sunlight.

 

CRASH! CRRRUMBLE!

 

There was another huge rumble and large chunks of rock rained down all around them.

 

 

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I’m already working hard on Chapter 3, so keep your eyes open! We’ll be returning to Toonearth then…and meet the semi-antagonists of the story.

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