Sonic Is Missing Asks

Sonic Is Missing is a fic written by @theaussieblue on A03 as a fun little hobby. This is an extension of that hobby.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58330291/chapters/148555675

Among the people you can send asks to are:

Surge the Tenrec

Amy Rose

Tangle the Lemur

Topaz

Kit the Fennec

Shadow the Hedgehog

Rouge the Bat

Miles "Tails" Prower

Knuckles the Echidna

Jewel the Beetle

Whisper the Wolf

Dr. Eggman

Orbot

Cubot

Lanolin the Sheep

Director Bradley

Captain Blaskovich

You can also ask

Hacker

Humphrey

"An actual, gunpowder, with bullets, gun gun?" Tangle looked uneasy, "I mean, I hear they're pretty loud, and smelly, and hurt when you fire them." Lanolin nodded, "They take some getting used to, but you can have some real fun with them."

Tangle looked at Lanolin with shock, "Lanny, you've used guns?"

"Yes," Lanolin said, "I've used guns. I grew up on a farm, and there were the occasional pest that had to be dealt with."

"Mm. Makes sense." Whisper said, "Dangerous animals on a farm."

"I've also used firearms," Topaz said, "I used this gigantic sniper rifle to try and kill Eggman a while back."

"Yeah, but you're part of GUN, so that doesn't-" Tangle gasped, "I just got the pun! Gun - GUN - I get it now!"

"Only now?" Whisper shook her head incredulously, "Took you that long?"

"Hey, you chose me Whisper." Tangle grinned and leaned on Whisper's shoulder, "I'm your woman."

Got a picture done of Senator Humphrey from the ever brilliant @napstabl00k

Ever seen zoochosis rescue the animals?

If not, zoochosis rescue the animals is a body cam horror game where the player's a nighttime zookeeper. It's up to you to help the zoo animals fight a dangerous parasite. Scariest game in my opinion

"Don't like horror games. Had enough scares in my life."

"I love horror games - Zoochosis was great!" Tangle enthused, "I mean, those mutants were super inspired, and the doctor was so evil, and the multiple endings were great! I spent ages getting the golden ending!"

"Glad you enjoyed it strawberry."

"Course I did. I love horror."

"Mm. Still don't myself. But that's okay, I love you for you."

Blaskovich nodded. "It can. It has. The old president has a half human half cat daughter. Her name is Sara, and she's the most famous. But there are others, here and there."

"Humans have something called adaptive genetics. Adaptive genetics allow humans to successfully crossbreed with almost everyone else. There's half rabbits, half wolves, even half birds."

Tangle smiled, leaning against Whisper as they both sat on the couch together, leaning into each other.

"We went ice skating at an... exclusive locale," Whisper said reaching out and taking Tangle's hand, "After that, we went out to a... restaurant."

"She means that we went ice skating on a pond in the forest," Tangle said, looking at Whisper mischievously, "And the restaurant was Burger King."

"Taaangle," Whisper groaned, "I don't want them to know what we do..."

"There's no shame in saving money, Poundcake."

Ears flattened, Whisper turned away from the ask machine, "'S embarrassing. I don't like to feel poor."

"We are poor." Tangle reached over and gently guided Whisper back to look at her, "Listen, It was never about the money, Whisper. I know we're not that rich, not with our salaries and seven mouths to feed - but money doesn't matter. We're surviving. We're comfortable. And I have you."

Coming out of their capsules, the Wisps began to float around, chattering in their language.

"Alright, alright, we've got you guys too!" Tangle laughed, holding out her arms, "Come here!"

The Wisps flew into the arms of Tangle and Whisper, all seven of them cuddling together on the couch. They were weird, strange and unusual.

Have you ever kissed an islander?

Surge considers the question for a moment.

Then, she leaps up from her chair and sweeps her arms across the table, sending everything crashing to the ground! She flips the table as the leans back the other way, her terrible strength sending the table crashing into the wall, obliterating the dry wall and plaster! She turns in a whirlwind of furious rage and rips the curtains from her bedroom window!

Next are the electronics on their shelf - a radio and CD player sent crashing into the ground in an explosion of sparks and flame, a speaker smashed into the wall to explode into a cloud of plastic shrapnel as Surge continues to rage across the room! Black smoke pours out of broken electronics out with the smell of burnt plastic as she continues her enraged destruction, ripping posters from the walls and leaving tattered paper in her wake!

Kitsunami cowers, terrified as Surge grabs her chair, hoisting it over her head as she smashes it down onto the ground, the plastic shattering as the cushion and arms fly in all directions.

Surge stands amidst the ruins of her room, terrible anger spent, surrounded by destruction as she stares at the question machine. Her arms hanging low and limp like a rabid beast about to charge, every breath heavy out of her panting mouth as her murderous glare is backlit by electric sparks.

To your knowledge, how common is human /islander romantic relationships within GUN?

Do you yourself know of any?

Blazkovich stood in front of an assembled group of GUN soldiers and engineers in the cargo bay

"Alright listen up!" he barked, his deep voice echoing around the bays, "Liberty is coming up, and I know that you're looking forwards to enjoying the shopping inside the Restoration, but let me make one thing perfectly clear."

"Do not add to the population. Do not subtract to the population. Do not end up in the hospital, news, or jail. If you do end up in jail, establish dominance."

"Now get out of here, and enjoy your liberty!"

As the bay emptied of soldiers an ask machine rolled up on a pair of treads, and Blaskovich turned to look at the robot, brow furrowed as he read the ask on the screen, and scratching at his chin as he considered the question. "Well," he rumbled, "The initiative to have non humans in GUN is recent - it's very new. My subordinate Crusher only joined up a few months ago. Part of the first wave."

"Could love be found in unlikely places? Almost certain. But if it's here, in the ranks of GUN, then I don't know about it. But it wouldn't surprise me."

Butts?

"Indeed." Tangle nodded, rubbing at her chin as she squatted down behind Whisper, sun glasses hiding her eyes as she stared. "Butts."

"Tangle. Stop being thirsty in public."

What do?

"Well well, isn't this a foxy lady?"

Topaz, now a brilliant red fox, squirmed in her seat, "Rouge, this is serious, I got transformed!"

"Such a passionate fox, to match such a passionate color."

"Rooooooouge! Stop teasing me!"

Rouge just cackled.

********

"Come on Topaz, try on this outfit!"

"Ooooh, that looks like a pretty one."

"It's gonna go great with your fur color!"

*********

Topaz lounged in the seat, sighing contently as her tail was washed and shampooed by the hairdresser.

"It's a real joy, isn't it girlfriend?" Rouge smiled, a pore cleansing face mask on her face with slices of cucumber over her eyes. Topaz groaned happily, "I'm sooooo relaxed. Having a tail is awesome."

********

"Woo hooo!" Topaz cheered, holding up her arms in the wind as Rouge skidded around the corner of the mountain road, tires squealing as she drifted at high speeds.

"I can finally fit in your sports car! This is so cool!"

******** "Well, the eight hours are almost up girlfriend, let's get you inside your home before things get awkward."

Topaz beamed from cheek to cheek, "Thanks for the time out on the town, Rouge, this was a great day out."

"Any time girlfriend." Rouge smiled, "Go on, get inside before you change back."

"I'll see you later." Topaz headed inside, shutting the door. A second later, there was a fwumph noise and the sound of ripping cloth.

"Aw God damn it - my dress!"

Rouge smacked the door with a palm, "Got you inside just in time, girlfriend! I'll see you at work!"

Have fun guys!

Also Topaz is there cuz it'd be funny.

"HEY! WHAT THE HELL!?"

Rouge looked down at himsel- herself. She had a tight bodysuit as usual, but where the old one left some neckline exposed and some back, this one covered her shoulders and went up her neck. It was tight, and conforming to boyish curves and hips, with the heart shaped piece more like body armor than the brassiere that it was before.

Hair fell in front of her eyes, and reaching up, Rouge pulled out a hand mirror and looked into it. "My God, I'm... gorgeous!" Her voice was smooth and refined, still with a seductive tone btu definitely male - her features delicate and boyish with a white shock of curls on her head.

Knuckles snorted angrily. "Of course you're gorgeous - you always get to be gorgeous." His voice was rough and heavy, a deep Contralto.

"You're one to talk, Knuckie, you're beautiful as well."

Knuckles new female form came with tight abs and defined biceps highlighted by a tribal outfit of a skirt and tube top that highlighted his new body's muscle and curves more than hid, but his face was gorgeous in it's femininity with slim cheekbones, a soft chin, and piercing purple eyes that were almond shaped.

"Why the hell are we so sexy anyway?" Knuckles grumbled.

"Fourth Law of Gender Bending." Topaz intoned, "Any man transformed into a woman through magic is inevitably sexy."

Rouge narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "How exactly did you know that?"

"Years of crappy misogynistic anime that had the joke be 'the hero's a woman now, isn't that funny?'" Topaz shrugged, "Don't know when this will wear off. Maybe try cold showers?"

"Is that one of your Anime references?" Knuckles narrowed his eyes, "I'm not sure if that can be trusted."

"Better than nothing, isn't it?"

********

Knuckles and Rouge sat in Topaz's lounge room, shivering under their warm, fluffy, human sized towels as Topaz fiddled with the heater.

"D-d-d-damn it th-h-h-hat actually w-w-w-worked!" Rouge chattered, "G-g-g-good to be back to n-n-n-normal."

"N-n-n-never do that ag-g-g-gain, Lanolinfan!" Knuckles protested, "T-t-t-too cold! Way too cold!"

Topaz made a whining noise, "Seriously? Never again?"

"N-n-n-never!"

"Good thing I got some pictures then," Topaz muttered, "might make for good blackmail material down the line."

"Wh-wh-what was that!?"

To Rouge:

Basic Question: What experience caused you to become interested in collecting jewels?

2. Curious Question: How many jewels do you think that you have collected throughout your lifetime?

3. Weird Question: What would you do if you had your arms and legs swapped?

"Jewels?" Rouge smiled, "I don't... I don't really remember. All I know is, they make everything better. They...

They make everything...

Safe."

Memories. Of old men mumbling and women crying. Of arms, soft and smelling of sweat under the perfume holding her. Shafts of light through colored windows of the saints and ears straining for the sounds of soldiers.

Ours or theirs didn't matter, not when the fighting had gone on for this long.

"I... I don't..."

It'll be alright, the women had said, we have the relic. It will protect us. A box of silver with emeralds and jade, sparkling in the light of golden candlesticks, reflecting in the eyes of a Rouge three years old and half a foot off the floor.

"..."

There had been so little. Food was fruit taken from trees and what crops hadn't been burned to make way for fields of flowers owned by men who shouted and yelled and took away the village boys and never brought them back.

"..."

Memories were coming now, flowing under the door Rouge had shut a long time ago. The door was shaking, the handle rattling, and the lock was about to fail.

"Rouge?"

It'll be all right. The relic will protect us.

Knuckles reached out with a hand, "Rouge, you're crying. Are you okay?"

"What? Oh." Rouge wiped away tears and sniffed, "Just old memories," she smiled, "It's okay, don't worry about it."

She cleared her throat. "I don't quite remember why," she said cheerfully though a smile a little too brittle, "But I've always like jewels, ever since I was a child."

"As for how many... why I think I've lost count!"

Pregnant Knuckles.

Knuckles rolled his eyes, and crosses his arms. "Of course they'd send an ask like this."

Rouge blinked. "I expected more shouting from you."

Knuckles... chuckled. "Tails set me up with an email system. That means I have internet access. I know what's on the internet - and I know people are massive perverts."

"Still, I'm imaging you pregnant as the asker asked and... it's kind of funny."

Knuckles raised an eyebrow, "What's so funny about it?"

"You've got a temper on you, Knuckles," Rouge smiled nastily, "You'd be even worse with all those hormones!"

"Oh shut up," Knuckles pushed at rouge softly, "I don't need to hear this."

"Oh Rouge, rub my feet! Rouge, I want pickles! Rouge, this fly is annoying - burn the house down!" admittedly Rouge's Knuckle imitation wasn't that bad.

"Oh ha ha ha very funny!" Knuckles snorted, "Yeah, and maybe you'd be the man in this situation! You'd know how annoying it'd be looking after a drama queen who demands every comfort!"

"Oh ho ho ho!" Rouge 's grin couldn't be wider, "Fighting back are we? Good news, Knuckles, I like that! If you had my kid in you I'd be gathering all the jewels in the world to pay for your every comfort."

"Really?" Knuckles blinked, "You'd do that for me?"

"Of course! Only the best for the mother of my child!" Rouge snickered, "However, since you're a man, this would never happen. Ever. So I guess my jewels will stay safe in their glass cases."

Surge reached down and picked up the 360, confusion on her face.

"Who left this here? Is it a gift for us?"

Kitsunami held up a phone, "According to the internet it's a retro console. It had games on it that the internet thinks were amazing, like Reach, Modern Warfare, Prototype 1, and more."

Holding up a copy of a game with an armored space man on the front with Reach stenciled on the front, Surge was skeptical. "You mean like this?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Well let's boot it up and see if the online nerds knew what they were on about."

********

"Bad news is, timer's fried. Gonna have to fire it manually."

"That's a one way trip."

"We all have to make it. Sooner or later."

Surge was watching with rapt attention, a pillow hugged as she sat cross legged on the bunk with her mouth slightly open in wide eyed awe.

"Listen, Reach has been good to me. It's time to return the favor."

Surge mouthed the words.

"Tell them to make it count."

"Ma'am? You okay?"

"Drippy." Surge sniffed, wiping a tear from her eye, "If I ever do bite it, I wanna go out even a fraction as badass as George."

"Wha-"

"Heh G.U.N, more like Gunk."

*skateboards away*

Bradley blinks at the young punk skating away.

He pauses, deep in thought as he looks into the middle distance.

"Am I really so out of touch- No. No it's the children who are wrong."