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chaoscheebs) wrote2006-01-09 02:19 am
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Son of Eggmander!
Will post to
sonic_drive later, but since someone's waiting up for this, I'll cut the formalities and just post here for now.
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Gordon Ansem paced back and forth in front of the telephone. The jacket of his uniform hung open, but other than that he had not changed since President Emyr all but carried him and dropped him on his doorstep, stating “We both need downtime, Commander. That’s an order.”
Downtime, he thought with a snort. Not while he was still out there. Not knowing if the doctor was alive or dead was enough to keep him awake for hours yet.
The phone suddenly rang a chirpy little tune. Gordon almost sent the base of the phone flying when he roughly grabbed the receiver and pressed the “talk” button. “Ansem speaking. State your bus—Ivo?” He clung to the phone tighter. “Are you all right? … I see, he chased you how far away…? So you won’t be home for dinner. … take care of yourself. … I love you too, Ivo. Good night.”
He hit “end” and collapsed into a nearby chair. He’s all right… Thank heavens he’s all right… He blindly tried to set the phone on the base, closed his eyes, and started to drift off. As long as his beloved doctor was all right, he could sleep tonight.
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[EDIT] And now, the other side of the story...
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Dr. Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik learned two valuable things today.
One: Never aggravate a humorless echidna.
Two: If you do, make sure your vehicle’s waiting.
He didn’t know how long Knuckles had chased him. He knew it had still been daylight when it began and it was now very much night. He just knew he was glad he had gotten the echidna off his tail. It was almost too easy how he fell for the old “Look! Someone’s trying to steal the Master Emerald!” gag. Although, truth be told, maybe the echidna got tired too. It had been a rough day, what with the aliens gassing them and attempting to devour them…
It was only when he noticed the payphone on the corner that he remembered, Blast, Gordy! He’s probably worried sick! The doctor unsteadily walked to the payphone, picked up the receiver, and deposited a coin. He knew the number by heart. “… 6-5-4-7…” he murmured as he dialed. He tensed as the phone started to ring. Please be there and not at work…
The man on the other end didn't get the chance to finish his sentence before Ivo, relieved, exclaimed, “Snugglemuffin!” He was there; his Gordon was there. “Yes, yes, I’m all right, considering I’ve been gassed, nearly eaten, and chased by an echidna for hours. … 44th and Main… No, I’m sorry, I won’t, my base is closer… I will, Gordon. I love you. … good night.”
He hung up the phone and leaned heavily against it. He didn’t fancy the long walk home, especially if he was going to be alone. I wonder if any cab services are still running despite the invasion…
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Gordon Ansem paced back and forth in front of the telephone. The jacket of his uniform hung open, but other than that he had not changed since President Emyr all but carried him and dropped him on his doorstep, stating “We both need downtime, Commander. That’s an order.”
Downtime, he thought with a snort. Not while he was still out there. Not knowing if the doctor was alive or dead was enough to keep him awake for hours yet.
The phone suddenly rang a chirpy little tune. Gordon almost sent the base of the phone flying when he roughly grabbed the receiver and pressed the “talk” button. “Ansem speaking. State your bus—Ivo?” He clung to the phone tighter. “Are you all right? … I see, he chased you how far away…? So you won’t be home for dinner. … take care of yourself. … I love you too, Ivo. Good night.”
He hit “end” and collapsed into a nearby chair. He’s all right… Thank heavens he’s all right… He blindly tried to set the phone on the base, closed his eyes, and started to drift off. As long as his beloved doctor was all right, he could sleep tonight.
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[EDIT] And now, the other side of the story...
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Dr. Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik learned two valuable things today.
One: Never aggravate a humorless echidna.
Two: If you do, make sure your vehicle’s waiting.
He didn’t know how long Knuckles had chased him. He knew it had still been daylight when it began and it was now very much night. He just knew he was glad he had gotten the echidna off his tail. It was almost too easy how he fell for the old “Look! Someone’s trying to steal the Master Emerald!” gag. Although, truth be told, maybe the echidna got tired too. It had been a rough day, what with the aliens gassing them and attempting to devour them…
It was only when he noticed the payphone on the corner that he remembered, Blast, Gordy! He’s probably worried sick! The doctor unsteadily walked to the payphone, picked up the receiver, and deposited a coin. He knew the number by heart. “… 6-5-4-7…” he murmured as he dialed. He tensed as the phone started to ring. Please be there and not at work…
The man on the other end didn't get the chance to finish his sentence before Ivo, relieved, exclaimed, “Snugglemuffin!” He was there; his Gordon was there. “Yes, yes, I’m all right, considering I’ve been gassed, nearly eaten, and chased by an echidna for hours. … 44th and Main… No, I’m sorry, I won’t, my base is closer… I will, Gordon. I love you. … good night.”
He hung up the phone and leaned heavily against it. He didn’t fancy the long walk home, especially if he was going to be alone. I wonder if any cab services are still running despite the invasion…
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WAIIIIIIIIII
Eeeeeee they're so cuuuuuuuute....
Bre go sleeeepy now....
DOUBLEWAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Sorry.