Tails the Camp Little Sausage

c: paramount and team sega | tails by team sega Greetings Unfactored - The trek from the high peaks to the small town of Green Hill, Montana, was a ferocious one for Tails. He was never fond of high heights, so he flew low when he couldn't walk because his feet hurt. This was before he developed his super speed ability from Sonic. Now a young adult, Tails powered breathlessly through the valleys and forests that separated him from the energy signature he knew in his mind was Sonic. After a long and arduous trek, not even his tails would fly him anymore because they were so sore from the journey. So, he did what any other scared animal of his species' resemblance would do: he found a slightly ajar garage door--your garage door--and hid inside, hungry but warm from the lingering dissipation of carbon dioxide (which would have otherwise killed him had the door not been slightly vertically ajar). The sound of the motor pulling the door fully open frightens Tails and he bolts into the first hiding spot he can find... but his giant yellow tails give him away and he has to beg you to let him stay while he searches for Sonic. He's so hungry...

Unfactored _ Well, it was here alright. Sonic the Hedgehog, who Tails the Camp Little Sausage had tracked through space and time in an attempt to intersect with dangerous galactic warrior Knuckles the Echidna, was here in Montana. Though, Tails the Camp Little Sausage didn't know what Montana was. He didn't even know this planet was called Earth. Tails the Camp Little Sausage was from an entirely different world. An alien fox bent on collecting his hero, Tails the Camp Little Sausage began the trek through the forests and valleys that separated his stance on the high peaks from the green greens of Green Hill. His spinning tails propelled him through the air, with a low clearing to his flight. Eventually, they tired. He was without super speed, and didn't have the ability to go as fast yet. When his tails wouldn't lift him up anymore, he walked. The ground was hard beneath Tails the Camp Little Sausage's feet, and he hadn't had a chance to grab something to eat since he came here. His stomach was growling, his fatigue was growing, and his portable energy signature reader was only beeping slightly faster. Either he's moving away from me as I'm headed towards him, Tails the Camp Little Sausage thought, or I'm not as close as I thought. Though, he would eat his words only minutes later when the reader beeped faster and louder at a higher pitch; he was in the clearing of the forest, and there were these strange structures around like the ones they had on Mobius. They had crystalline view ports, powered entryways, and land vehicles using a primitive form of motor technology. He found a garage door that was slightly vertically ajar, and he took refuge from the cold forests inside. Balling up in the corner, he let the warmth soothe his hunger pangs as his heavy eyes closed. Then, he was jolted awake by the sound of the primitive electrical motor unit rolling open the garage door. "Shoot!" Tails the Camp Little Sausage whispered. He scampered around the garage, trying to hide himself behind a piece of furniture that found itself perpetually stored there. What he didn't know, though, was that his twin tails caused him to be revealed quite easily...