Hey! If you played TF2 on TF2sday with us, you hopefully stuck around to hear Hank reading us romantic fan fic about Sonic the Hedgehog. Now you can write your own! Just continue off someone else's story or make your own in the comments. I'll start! Also, original link @:
http://www.fanfiction.net/game/Sonic_the_Hedgehog/ ________________________________________________________________________________________
"But Dad, why won't you let me lo-"
"You know I don't like you calling me that."
His voice boomed from his fat belly, his eyes gleamed like a bear eating tuna.
"Ugh, Trever, why won't you let me love a hed-"
"You know why. He's a hedgehog for crying out loud! And you're my baby girl. I don't wanna see you get hurt."
"But Da-, Trever, can't you see I love him? That we were meant to be?!?!?!"
Tears dripped down my face, and everything began to look like a blur.
"I love him down to my core..."
He gasped, as if I had stabbed him in the back.
"You're no daughter of mine anymore. You're a hateful little girl. Get out of my house."
"But Trever..."
"Get out of my house!" he screamed!
I quickly tried to compose myself and headed out the door. I would no longer be living in this house. I was to live on the streets. I was now an orphan. I felt through my pocket, found the lighter for my smokes, and promptly set the house on fire. I ran away, as if I were running with Sonic through a greenish grassy knoll, and set out to find my lover.
The time was 8:02 P.M. The lights on the street were dim, and needed to be changed. My socks were a yellowish pink, and they reminded me of what I was looking for deep inside. Yet I was hungry. So I rumbled through my pocket to find a few extra bucks on my person, and decided to eat at the Burger King directly in front of me. I stepped inside and was greeted by the smell of day old cooking oil. It was wonderful.
"Hello, ma'am," the cashier said. "Would you like a burger?"
I was perplexed. How did this man know what I wanted? I cautiously opened my mouth to reply.
"Err, no. I would like fries."
"Ah, I knew you looked like a fry girl the moment you walked in."
I put my hands over my mouth. How could he know?
"Uh, what I meant to say was a-"
"-shake?"
I ran out the door crying. I knew Dr. Eggman had found me, how he was taunting me. The time was now 8:05. The encounter had only lasted a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity. I gained my composure once again, and walked down the narrow street path.
LOOK WHO CAME: