This is my first fan-fiction about my fan character, so please dont leave any mean comentarios but be sure to let me know if tu are anticipating the siguiente chapter! Enjoy!
Name: Rocha the Bat
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Colour: Silvery-black pelaje, piel with a white streak down her back. She has tan coloured skin and black wings.
Her wings are an unusual shape and she has grey eyes. She wears a white tube-top with a grey strap around the bottom and a pair of short white shorts with a grey cinturón, correa and grey straps around the legs. She doesn't wear any gloves but there are long grey straps wrapped around her wrists. She wears high-heeled boots with the tops cuffed down therefore almost covering her whole boots and the silver rings that sit just above her ankles.
Now getting on with the story.
Rocha's Point of view:
I woke up and blinked last night's sleep out of my eyes. What had happened in many of my reciente dreams had happened again
I was in a small white room with white floors and walls. Then a drop of blood and a teardrop fell to the floor and swirled together.
I had to find out what that meant! Blue and red... tear and blood... sadness and pain... Ijust didn't get it! I decided not to think about it for the día as i slowly moved myself towards a puddle that was sitting in the middle of the ally that i lived in. tu see... i was a homeless orphan. My parent's had abandoned me when i was young and this ally had become my home. I had never bothered to make any friends o to really talk to anyone. I had become a loner. I had to drink water out of puddles and either beg, trade for o even steal food. Otherwise i would starve. After getting my drink i was ready for some comida today so i decided to be nice and trade. I had found a beautiful gem and i figured that it would get me a few meals at least to last me for a while seeing that i had no other use for it. As i stood up i felt a large hand grab my left wing firmly. "Where do tu think you're going with that chaos esmeralda young lady?" I whipped around in terror and bit my lip. Standing there was a very fat man wearing a hideous red suit that looked like it was going to tear at the seams of his egg-shaped body any second. He had a thick naranja moustache and was wearing a pair of creepy round glasses. "Hey! I need my meal!" I screeched, "let go of me!" i bared my sharp teeth and prepared to attack. "Wait! I am sorry... I never got to introduce myself... my name is Dr. Robotnik. Im sorry to have snuck up on tu like that but the gem you're holding is very powerful."
"So what?"
"So I need it!"
"Well go get your own!" I snapped and pulled free from his grasp then began to walk away. "Wait!" he called again. "What?"
"How about I make tu an offer?"
"Like what?"
"Why dont tu come with me to my base? I'll keep tu seguro and feed you, give tu a inicial to live in..." I wasn't sure about this creep but I reluctantly followed him. I guess I had to start trusting someone and that someone would be Dr. Robotnik. But there was still something odd about him.
{the name Dr. Robotnik and the term Chaos esmeralda belong to Sega. I do not own them.}
Name: Rocha the Bat
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Colour: Silvery-black pelaje, piel with a white streak down her back. She has tan coloured skin and black wings.
Her wings are an unusual shape and she has grey eyes. She wears a white tube-top with a grey strap around the bottom and a pair of short white shorts with a grey cinturón, correa and grey straps around the legs. She doesn't wear any gloves but there are long grey straps wrapped around her wrists. She wears high-heeled boots with the tops cuffed down therefore almost covering her whole boots and the silver rings that sit just above her ankles.
Now getting on with the story.
Rocha's Point of view:
I woke up and blinked last night's sleep out of my eyes. What had happened in many of my reciente dreams had happened again
I was in a small white room with white floors and walls. Then a drop of blood and a teardrop fell to the floor and swirled together.
I had to find out what that meant! Blue and red... tear and blood... sadness and pain... Ijust didn't get it! I decided not to think about it for the día as i slowly moved myself towards a puddle that was sitting in the middle of the ally that i lived in. tu see... i was a homeless orphan. My parent's had abandoned me when i was young and this ally had become my home. I had never bothered to make any friends o to really talk to anyone. I had become a loner. I had to drink water out of puddles and either beg, trade for o even steal food. Otherwise i would starve. After getting my drink i was ready for some comida today so i decided to be nice and trade. I had found a beautiful gem and i figured that it would get me a few meals at least to last me for a while seeing that i had no other use for it. As i stood up i felt a large hand grab my left wing firmly. "Where do tu think you're going with that chaos esmeralda young lady?" I whipped around in terror and bit my lip. Standing there was a very fat man wearing a hideous red suit that looked like it was going to tear at the seams of his egg-shaped body any second. He had a thick naranja moustache and was wearing a pair of creepy round glasses. "Hey! I need my meal!" I screeched, "let go of me!" i bared my sharp teeth and prepared to attack. "Wait! I am sorry... I never got to introduce myself... my name is Dr. Robotnik. Im sorry to have snuck up on tu like that but the gem you're holding is very powerful."
"So what?"
"So I need it!"
"Well go get your own!" I snapped and pulled free from his grasp then began to walk away. "Wait!" he called again. "What?"
"How about I make tu an offer?"
"Like what?"
"Why dont tu come with me to my base? I'll keep tu seguro and feed you, give tu a inicial to live in..." I wasn't sure about this creep but I reluctantly followed him. I guess I had to start trusting someone and that someone would be Dr. Robotnik. But there was still something odd about him.
{the name Dr. Robotnik and the term Chaos esmeralda belong to Sega. I do not own them.}
On September 3, Cynthia woke up seeing the beautiful día outside when she walked out the door.
"Im gonna amor this school year!!!" she told herself as she walked to school.
5 minutos later of walking to school, Cynthia met up with her boyfriend Mars.
"Mars, are tu ok? tu look pale." Cynthia admitted putting her hand on Mars' forehead.
It was warm.
Mars shook his head and walked off, Cynthia almost cried watching him walk away.
Rouge the Bat had acme along and met up with Cynthia.
"Hows the día gone?" Rouge asked in her sassy tone.
Cynthia shook her head and ran to the restroom to cry.
8 minutos later after crying, Cynthia headed to class, math.
"This is going to be a hrrible year." Cynthia answered herself.
"Im gonna amor this school year!!!" she told herself as she walked to school.
5 minutos later of walking to school, Cynthia met up with her boyfriend Mars.
"Mars, are tu ok? tu look pale." Cynthia admitted putting her hand on Mars' forehead.
It was warm.
Mars shook his head and walked off, Cynthia almost cried watching him walk away.
Rouge the Bat had acme along and met up with Cynthia.
"Hows the día gone?" Rouge asked in her sassy tone.
Cynthia shook her head and ran to the restroom to cry.
8 minutos later after crying, Cynthia headed to class, math.
"This is going to be a hrrible year." Cynthia answered herself.
I'd like to come out and say it. I respect the members here. But the main group which includes my subject of interest, Tak is quite the puzzling equation. I mean if its true that these rules, The rules that make non content spewing people, basicly useless as a fan of what they like, are agreed por the majority. I shall apologize deeply and rest my case, cutting the loss. Now let me be clear. This man dicho too me in argument, " people grew up". Now if im not mistaken, freedom is not a child's plaything. Freedom to have fun with your fandom, is an all age experience. Of course tu have to make a living. But does anyone ever get punched for haveing fun o simply posting whats on your mind, no? Want to to know why? Because look at the big corporations. Twitter!, Facebook, Youtube. Do not let old fanpop die. Remember back when people had fun and not business. tu could call it a simpler time...I call it a better time. Now, I may here your results.
