You gawk at the sight of none other than Sticks the Badger, in your home, raiding the contents of your fridge. "If being abducted by Illuminati agents is how I'm gonna go out, at least I'll fight to the end on a full stomach!"
Was this because of that weird thing that happened with your Sonic cartridge? Well, that doesn't make a LOT of sense, considering she wasn't even from the games (not that you'd mind if she got a role in one of them). But hey, it's pretty illogical to think those two events are related in the first place-
Your thought process is interrupted by Sticks tackling you to the ground and knocking the bat out of your hands. You could see it roll off to the corner of the room. You're completely defenseless!
"Alright, you government spy! I've got a few questions I want answered, but first..."
You feel her grip on your neck tighten. She's trying to choke you out! You try as best as you can to loosen her grip, but in a minute, you find yourself falling into unconsciousness...
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When you wake up, you find yourself tied to the carpeted floor of your living room with the spare hose you keep in the closet, just in front of your couch. You also notice that all of your clothes are gone, save for your boxers. There's some bruises on your chest from where the paranoid badger jumped onto your chest. Luckily, the slight draft in the room helps sooth your wounds. You glance around the room, searching for anything to aid you in your escape. Just as soon as you begin your search, however...
"Finally awake, huh? You've got a LOT of explaining to do!"
Sticks walked into the room from the hallway, carrying a glass of water in her hands. She looked frazzled. And sweaty, too. She sets the cup down on the side table, then sits down on the couch, glaring down at you.
“I knew you FBI cronies wanted to shut me up; it was only a matter of time. The tables have turned, punk! I’m gonna make you cough up your secrets! You better get to it quick, cuz I have ways of making you talk,” She shifts her gaze to her dirty, ratty boots; obviously, she hadn’t taken to washing them. You gulped, and felt a tingle of excitement in your groin, but your bigger head tells you that--even with your foot fetish--those sweaty beasts might be a bit much.
“Not keen on talking? Well then, let’s see how you like my…”
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