#kitschemes

Only the sound of muffled screaming can be heard from within the fennec’s pillow-fort.

It's cold, I'm surrounded by ice, and I can't make good use of my powers because the water in my hydro-pack freezes when the water level gets too low.

Did Starline just not have cold temperatures on the mind when he was working on us? He had to have known we'd run into environments where we'd be at a disadvantage.

At least, as far as I can remember. Starline stole everything from us.

Our memories?

Discarded.

Our bodies?

Violated.

Our names?

Were they even ours to begin with?

He put thoughts in our heads. Turned us into his puppets. Stripped away any agency we could have had. Reset us back to square one at the slightest hint of deviation.

And the worst part?

He lied about all of it.

He had us believe we had chosen to be ground up. Rebuilt. Pushed the limits of our fragile psyches in pursuit of a goal we were never certain we ever wanted.

He thought he could control us. Bring us to heel. Make us think what he wanted us to think.

Surge knew better.

When Starline let his guard down, she led us to find the truth for ourselves. When he tried to stop us, she turned his tricks back upon him. Made him think that he told us the truth. Convinced him that we were thoroughly on board with his schemes. That we were his alone to do with as he saw fit.

On the eve of his victory, he finally fell.

He was gone. We were free. And he was none the wiser as to our betrayal.

Or so we thought.

Now he's back, having scraped his way out of the hole he dug for himself. Sonic's friends can't stop him. Eggman couldn't stop him.

Surge couldn't stop him.

And now she's gone.

For all I know, Starline may have her in his clutches. He could be doing anything to her. He could be brainwashing her right this second.

She could be hurt.

She could be dead.

I can't bear to lose her again.

As he made his way home, in the dead of night, Kit felt an irrational anger wash over him. No clear, discernible source. He silently came to a stop, eyes darting between buildings and the few people still out on the streets, trying to discern a source for his sudden aggression. Tinny, incomprehensible whispers, slipping under the skin, prickling at the edges of his consciousness. The fur at the nape of his neck stood on end. The first of the whispers began to speak more clearly in his metaphorical ear.

—there is an obvious gap in how much more effort was put into Surge than there was to Kit.

...Tails? Ears flicked upwards—just a bit, heavy as they were.

—you see how he thinks of me by how much more focus Surge got than Kitsunami.

The same thought, rephrased. If Kit didn't know any better, he'd think the twin-tailed fox was right next to him, revealing what he truly thinking about his would-be replacement.

She's on the right track, unlike the other one.

Starline. Was Kitsunami's mind failing him? Had he not seen some obvious solution to some problem? The whispers persisted.

—Kitsunami is going further off the rails— A deficit to everyone around him, starting to include Surge.

The fennec froze, stiff as a statue. Magenta eyes shown bright through ever dark night. The whispers grew louder.

Maybe I'll replace Kitsunami with the real thing since Sonic seems to be rarely present. It wouldn't even be difficult.

Pressure begins to build in the little kit's head. A pounding grows, fiercer and fiercer.

—only purpose is to support— —isn't even that good at his job.

No. No.

What even are you without your hero? Without your purpose?

The voices pound against carefully maintained walls of synapse and serotonin. Again and again. But just when those walls were about to fall, they vanished. The little fennec fox sat there, holding his head and moaning. A wetness from the heavens upon his scalp snapped him out of his stupor. Through vision blurred by streams of tears did awareness return to him. When he was sure no one was looking, he hurried off, oblivious to the fountains pouring forth from burst hydrants, sewer grates crashing down onto cracked asphalt as tainted waters burbled up from beneath.

My currents plans are on hold for the foreseeable future, as there are more pressing matters to attend to. Needs be as they must, I have to reprioritize. However, I may still be able to make use of important pieces of that plan. I've been given a lead on an E-121 Phi unit from an unlikely source, one I half-expected to out me to Surge. Hopefully, what he's found contains the parts I need.

Additionally, I planted a bug in Eggman's systems. Using code derived from Starline's own intrusion programs, I was able modify it to extract the data I needed before erasing itself. Curiously, logs indicate it interfaced with some remnant of the original code lurking around in the Eggnet, but I got what I needed: the plans for a Shadow android manufacturing and storage pod.

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Keeping this simple for the sake of my sanity

RP Blog for Kitsunami The Fennec from IDW Publishing's Sonic The Hedgehog, run by @drakua

Not a minor, but still, no NSFW content as Kit is (presumably) underage.

Though this angry little bean isn't opposed to a little murder [That's by design~].

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