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A Knucklesverse bit of writing, from the Echinda's Parade discord server. @nights-nonsensical-ramblings wrote the first bit up to the scene break, and I took over from there. This was entirely Night's idea, I just stole it and ran with it, like the greedy little gremlin I am.
Unsure who some of these Knux's are? Check The Knucklesverse Guide for a quick rundown.
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Z was bored. Bored bored bored. Everyone in his world was busy and when he made his way to the Sanctuary most of the other Knuckles weren’t there, and the ones that were were all distracted by something or other that Z considered equally boring to the things everyone in his world was doing.
Gawain, Sinbad and Dread were sitting in a circle maintaining their swords and while that had interested Z at first it felt like they had been at it for hours. Nile was also present but was too busy directing his ghosts to clean the place to play or join in with any jokes or games. Beside Z’s fellow undead echidna were the distortions that always followed Cyber. The digitized echidna was being just as boring as everyone else and was simply standing there, muttering to Nile and flicking through his holograms doing who knows what.
Z huffed and sat down on the floor near the Emerald and laid back to stare at the ceiling, not bothering to check if there were any more Knuckles' around.
What to do, what to do. All the other Knuckles' were caught up in what they were doing and Z couldn't come up with a way to get them to do something fun with him.
That was until he heard something light and hollow hit the floor behind him.
Z sat back up to see the twins standing there with a couple of cardboard tubes in their hands and one on the floor by their feet.
The little Zombie's eyes went wide and his mouth shifted into a large grin as he began to pick up on what the almost entirely identical echidna were suggesting.
One of the twins, he was pretty sure it was Yunuen, returned his grin and handed him a cardboard tube, making the little zombie bounce on his heels with excitement. Another constant among Knuckles' was enjoyment of spars and low stakes battles with loved ones.
Z turned his gaze to Metzli, who remained a few paces back with the rest of the cardboard tubes. "Are you gonna give the others their tubes too?"
Z received a head shake in response. "Nah, they're gonna have to take them from me first."
Yunuen let out a playful huff and sent a smirk towards his twin. "Should be pretty easy, you're always phasing through and dropping stuff"
"HEY!"
Yunuen was proven right as the cardboard tubes phased through Metzli's hands and all clattered to the floor.
Z chose to leave the twins to bicker and pick out his target, but not before stopping to give the Master Emerald a look, partly afraid of being scolded. But all he received was encouragement from the giant gemstone and Z couldn't suppress the excited giggle as he ran off ready to cause mischief.
~X~X~X~
Dread sat and focused on the sword in his lap. He may not have always gotten along with Sinbad and Gawain, but they understood the importance of proper sword care.
The three passed the sharpening stone between them, no words being needed. Just the soft 'shhik' as it passed over their blades.
The pirate sensed someone pass behind him, and, ordinarily that would have sent his nerves on high alert. But here, at the Sanctuary, he stayed calm. He was in no danger here. No chance for a sneak attack.
That was, until he felt the soft 'bonk' of something bouncing off his shoulder.
He paused in his sharpening, turning slowly to find Little Z standing behind him, a wide smile on his face, and a long cardboard tube in his hands. The boy stood with the tube gripped in both hands, almost bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement.
"Fight me!"
Dread stared at him for a moment, before turning back around. "No."
Another bonk.
"Quit it."
Bonk.
Dread pulled his muzzle into a little scowl, flicking his eyes over to Gawain and Sinbad. They sat watching the scene, little smiles curling their lips.
"C'mon, Dread," Z said, and the smile in his voice was evident. "Fight me!"
Dread uttered a frustrated sigh, lifting his sword to examine the edge of the blade.
"Ye wouldn't stand a chance, lad."
Bonk.
"Sounds like you're scared I'll beat you!"
Bonk. Bonk.
Dread turned quickly, scowling at the boy. "Knock it off. Ye couldn't beat me if ye tried."
"Then prove it!" Z bonked him on the forehead, sending his hat askew. "C'mon! Show me whatcha got!"
Dread uttered a soft 'tch' before turning, looking over at Gawain and Sinbad. "Are either of ye gonna get involved in this?"
The other two exchanged a glance and shook their heads.
"Nope," they said, almost in unison.
"He seems to want to play with you," Sinbad said, that smile back.
Gawain nodded. "You should humor the boy. Unless you're afraid he actually would best you."
Dread puffed his chest out. It was common knowledge that the best way to get Dread–hell, to get any Knux–to do something is to challenge his pride. The pirate scowled at the two, before gripping the hilt of his cutlass tightly.
Meanwhile, Z continued his assault.
Bonk. Bonk. Bonk bonk bonk bonkbonkbonkbonkbonk
With a growl, Dread whirled around, snatching the tube from Z's hand and returning the bonk to the boy's head.
"There. Ye're unarmed. I win."
Without a word, Yunuen handed Z the tube he'd been holding. The young boy smiled, gripping the long 'weapon' with both hands.
A smile curled Dread's lips, and he sheathed his cutlass.
"All right, lad," he said, lowering himself to a battle stance. "Ye want t’ fight? Bring it."
Z attacked, swinging his 'sword' wide and wild, and Dread easily blocked each attempted strike. He let the boy push him back, studying the little echidna's form and picking out his weaknesses. The pirate tucked one arm behind his back, moving and parrying with the practiced ease of a lifetime of swordplay.
It didn't take long for Z to tire himself out, and he eventually stopped, breathing hard and letting his weapon droop before him.
"Not bad, lad," Dread said, that familiar smirk on his lips. "But I can do better."
The others exchanged an uneasy glance. Was he going to take this too far? Too seriously? Z just wanted to play—was Dread going to taint the game by being, well, him?
Dread rounded Z, watching the boy like a shark would a dying fish. Gawain and Sinbad exchanged another look, and a silent agreement moved between them. If Dread took it too far, they'd step in.
After a moment, Z regained his breath and Dread moved in. He swung his tube in short arcs, but Gawain and Sinbad noticed that the pirate wasn't moving as quickly as he otherwise could. His swings were also controlled, and to their expert eyes, they caught that he was giving Z a chance to counter his strikes.
Dread wasn't 'battling' Z to win. He was teaching the boy to fight.
"Don't swing from the shoulder, swing from the elbow," he said, giving the boy a quick bonk in the side. "Don't leave yerself open to a side attack. That's it. Good."
The two traded swings for a moment, and Dread backed off when Z seemed winded.
"Keep yer sword up, lad." Dread bonked Z on the top of the head. "Always keep yer sword ready t' block."
The two kept at it for a few more minutes, and in that amount of time Z picked up a few things that made Dread smile. The kid was a fast learner, even if his compromised body meant he didn't have the strength to keep it up for long. When they paused again, Dread moved closer and gave Z a little bow.
"Ye're a fine opponent, L’il Z," he said, his gold tooth glinting as he smiled. "A quick learner. With a little more training, ye'd be almost as good as me, I'd wager!"
A mischievous look passed over his face then, and he leaned closer to the boy.
"But ye know what be better than fighting against each other?"
Little Z looked up, his eyes wide. "What?"
Dread uttered a short laugh, moving to Z's side and holding his tube before him in a battle stance.
"Fighting side-by-side!" he bellowed, and jumped forward to bonk Gawain on the head. "Come, lad! Let us take down the rest o' these scallywags together!"
Z laughed and took off after Sinbad. Gawain raced toward Metzli to snag a cardboard tube of his own, and quickly engaged Dread in a battle of the ages, if the battle of the ages were being fought with rolled up pieces of cardboard.
Soon all present Knuckles had a tube in hand, and a chorus of hollow bonks echoed throughout the Sanctuary.
Some time later, Maddie and Callie walked through their portal, with Wachowski in tow. All three stopped and stared at the scene before them.
Every Knux, even the more stoic ones who tried to keep their aura of seriousness and duty, were absolutely pelting each other with cardboard tubes.
The women exchanged a glance.
Maddie shook her head. "What the . . ."
"I don't know," Cal said, pulling out her phone. "But I'm recording it. This is too good of a blackmail opportunity to let pass."
Little Z rushed over and grabbed Wachowski's hand. "C'mon! We need you on our team!"
The older echidna shook his head, a look of confusion on his face. "I . . . I don't think--"
"Come on!" Z begged, yanking the older boy's arm. "We can't let Gawain's team win!"
Wachowski cast a quick look to the women, who both nodded and tilted their heads toward the chaos happening before them. With a sigh, Wachowski nodded, a look of too-serious determination on his face.
"We will be victorious!" he cried as he lifted Z and tucked the boy under his arm like a football. "Our battle will be one of legend!"
It wasn't long before Callie and Maddie were hauled into the fight, and their height advantage meant they were sought after members of various groups. The teams shifted and blended, gaining and losing members almost too quickly to keep track.
At one point Callie snatched Dread's hat, and the game shifted to one of an altered 'capture the flag'. At first Dread wasn't too thrilled with this, but he soon came around and was leading a mini army to retrieve his precious hat.
It wasn't clear how long this game of 'Calvinball' went on, as time moved differently in the Sanctuary. Various other Knuckles came and went during the battle--Boom was really confused at first, but quickly came around when Callie hauled him to her side--and after a time, the game played itself out, and they all sat on the floor, catching their breath.
Little Z had crawled into Maddie's lap, utterly exhausted from the play. She absently caressed the boy's head, and he snuggled closer, a soft purr rumbling in his chest.
Dread gave Callie a little nudge. "Me hat, if you would, lass?"
Callie smiled and reached up to readjust it on her head. "Aw, but I'm liking it. Think it looks better on me, anyway. Maybe I'll start my new life as a pirate. Callie the Red. Whadda ya think?"
Dread snickered. "I think ye're not cut out for pirate life."
"Oh? And how could you know that?"
"Ye can't swim. Or sail. Or fight."
A pause. "Details, details." She plopped the hat back on his head. "Needs a good cleaning anyway."
Have another bit of Knucklesverse writing. 'Cause this one was fun.
~~~~~
Quetzal curled in the far corner of the Sanctuary, his tail lazily flicking back and forth. It was a slow day—only a handful of Knux's were present at the moment. Dread, Gnarly, and Renegade sat at the table, playing a round of poker, while Little Z snoozed against the large dragon's side.
Bored. Q was soo booored. Sure, it was nice to nap and have a quiet day with his tribe. While he loved just about all the other Knuckles’, sometimes things could be a little too loud or crowded when there were a lot of them here.
But that didn’t mean that a quiet day had to be boring.
He looked down to the little zombie against him, a smile curling his lips. His eyes flicked up to the three echidna at the table. And an idea brewed.
If he really focused, Q could speak to the other Knux's while in his dragon form. Not much, just a few words, but it would do. He flicked Z gently to wake him, and leaned down to whisper in the boy's ear.
The little zombie listened intently, a smile curling his lips. Always up for mischief himself, Z nodded and hurried off.
Meanwhile, at the table, the game had gone from friendly pastime to fierce competition. The main battle was between Dread and Ren (of course), and Gnarly seemed a bit annoyed they'd taken what was supposed to be a fun way to pass the time and turned it into yet another way to try and best each other.
"C'mon guys, this is supposed to be fun," the teen said, the annoyance evident in his tone. "I was having fun, and I'm losing!"
"Aye, it be all fun an' games 'til this one falls behind," Dread said with a smirk, hooking a thumb toward Ren. His urban twin growled.
"I ain't 'falling behind', you're cheatin'."
A look of shock crossed the pirate's face. "I would never! I swear on me ship I be playin' as straight as an arrow, dear brother." A little smirk curled his lips, which didn't fill Ren with a lot of confidence at the honesty of the remark.
"Don't call me that."
"We all be brothers here, Rennie."
"Don't call me that, either."
Dread let out a snicker. "Feelin' a might touchy ‘cause ye're losin' to such a fine example of a pirate?"
Ren rolled his eyes. "Are you gonna play, or are you gonna keep yappin'?"
"YES," Gnarly said, his own lip curling in a snarl. "Can we play, please? It's your call, Dread."
The pirate cast another grin to Ren before looking back down at his cards. That smirk never left, and he tossed a few more poker chips into the middle. "Raise ye 10."
Ren frowned, looking down at his cards. Then his eyes flicked back up to Dread. "You're bluffin'."
Dread narrowed his eyes. "Maybe. But maybe I ain’t. How sure be ye?"
The two were locked in a steely gaze, eyes narrowing as they sized the other up. Finally Ren uttered a loud grunt, before tossing his cards to the table.
"Fine. I fold."
Dread uttered a little chuckle as he displayed his cards. Ren growled.
"You were bluffin!"
The pirate shrugged as he reached forward to pull the pot to him.
"Tis the name of the game, brother," he said, just as an ace slipped out of the cuff of his glove.
Ren leapt to his feet, slamming his fist on the table. "I KNEW IT!"
Dread looked between him and the card, a look of shock and confusion on his muzzle. "I didn't cheat! I don't know how that got there!"
"Yeah, right!"
"I don't NEED t' cheat t' beat ye!" Dread shouted, getting to his own feet. "'Sides, when I cheat I hide the cards in me vest! Ye seen me hands the whole time!"
"Guys, c'mon!" Gnarly shouted, holding his hands out to try and calm his brothers, when two cards fell out of his own gloves.
Ren and Dread pointed at their younger brother.
"CHEATER!"
"I'VE BEEN LOSING!" Gnarly slammed his fists on the table, making the plastic chips clatter. "I don't know where those cards came from!"
"I think ye just pretended to lose so ye could lure us into a false sense of security," Dread said, eyes narrowed. "Then yer luck would suddenly change, aye?"
"That doesn't even make sense!"
"Maybe you planted those cards on him to shift the focus off you," Ren said, pointing to Dread. "Sneaky jerk."
Dread cocked an eyebrow at him. "Are ye serious? What advantage would that give me?"
"I dunno, you're the sneaky pirate here."
"Ye're outta yer mind!"
"Can you play without cheating for once in your life??" Ren shouted, slamming his fist against the table, and a number of poker chips fell out of his glove.
Dread and Gnarly pointed at their middle brother. "CHEATER!"
Ren shook a few more chips from his glove, a look of confusion on his face. "I dunno how those got there!"
"Maybe ye're the one casting blame elsewhere t' hide yer wrongdoing!"
"TAKE THAT BACK!"
The three descended into bickering and accusations, until a soft laugh floated over them. Dread paused first, holding up a hand to quiet the other two.
"Ye hear that?"
They all paused, looking around for the source of the laughter. A look of annoyance passed over Dread's face, and he looked under the table.
"YE LITTLE SNEAK!"
When Dread stood, he had one of Z's arms in his grip.
Ren looked under his side and found the boy’s other arm. Pulling it out, he looked over to Dread.
"Looks like we've been played."
"Aye."
The laughter got louder, and Little Z came out of hiding, his armless shoulders shaking in his merriment.
"You guys were so funny!"
Three sets of narrowed eyes watched as he came closer, and Dread resisted the urge to smack the boy with his own arm repeatedly about the head.
"Very funny, lad," he said, tossing the boy's arm back. Ren followed suit, and Z called his limbs back into place. "Where'd ye get such an idea?"
Z smiled innocently, and shrugged. "No place. Bye!"
The Shatter triplets watched him go, and Ren rubbed the back of his neck with a hand.
"So, uh, I guess you weren't cheating. Sorry 'bout that."
Dread shrugged. "I cheated f'r the first two rounds, but when it became clear how unimaginably bad ye be at bluffin', I quit after that."
With a growl, Ren launched himself at Dread, and the two rolled on the ground, knocking the table over in their brawl.
Gnarly uttered a soft sigh, shaking his head as he wandered toward the kitchen for a snack.
