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Antoine's Adventure: Confusion from the InsideAntoine's Adventure | Chapter 5
Confusion from the Inside
Incorporating Sonic and Sally,
written by Pat Allee and Ben Hurst
Antoine made the best effort he could at concentrating on the planning, but despite this he kept finding himself gazing through the map and thinking about interactions from other times. It seemed that every day brought him several more memories and realisations and it was all starting to crowd his brain. Most of the conversations he took part in and listened to took on a new meaning as he listened and he was fascinated by it.
"I think we should put the bombs here and here," Sally said and pointed to two points on the Robotropolis map. She looked up at her companions. "Who wants to do this?"
Perhaps it was because Sally had asked a question that Antoine pulled out of his thoughts to listen. He noticed the way she looked around at everyone - including him - and decided that as she was trusting th
Antoine's Adventure: Sonic BoomAntoine's Adventure | Chapter 4
A/N: Thank you for reading so far. I'm glad that this story is proving quite popular, judging by the number of views! This is an unusual story and I'd really like to know what some of you think. Please can you review, even if only to give me a couple of lines telling me what your overall thoughts are about it? I'd really appreciate it!
Sonic Boom -
a Dissection from Antoine's Pespective
Incorporating Sonic Boom,
written by Len Janson
"We had a mission that was requiring Sally to work with Robotnik's computers," Antoine explained to the seahorse. The mission hadn't gone well and he already felt bad about the telling. But on the other hand he had been able to observe himself and Sonic in their mutual game of I'm OK you're not-OK, so he'd made the choice to tell his counsellor the story. "This would leave her blind, so she and Sonic would stand by the computer with him keeping the
Antoine's Adventure: I+U-, I-U+ and AntoineAntoine's Adventure | Chapter 3
I+U-, I-U+ and Antoine
Over the next seven days Antoine watched the other Freedom Fighters. He wanted to watch his beloved Sally but more and more he found himself watching his hedgehog comrade instead. The seahorse had been strangely interested in Sonic, but somehow it didn't seem to be because she was impressed by him. In fact, Antoine had a distinct feeling they'd never met. Which was a puzzle.
Sonic was as much of a fool as ever, just as Antoine had told the counsellor. But however much he tried to decide once and for all that Sonic was indeed valueless, he couldn't. The hedgehog was capable. Somehow he caught Sally's attention every time. He had a talent for filling the gaps or solving last-minute problems in Sally's ideas and helping them to work. His presence was enjoyed, not only by the princess but also by Bunnie and Rotor and, Antoine noticed with a sinking heart, everybody else in Knothole.
During an even
Antoine's Adventure: the OK CorralAntoine's Adventure | Chapter 2
Antoine and the OK Corral
Incorporating pilot episode Heads or Tails
The time of the first real counselling session came and Antoine arrived at the seaweed-draped hut to be greeted by the seahorse. Once he'd settled in the same seat as before, the counsellor spoke.
"So. How has your week been, Antoine?"
This was a very ordinary question. And on Antoine's paid time too! He frowned. "I would be liking us to start the counselling, please."
The seahorse thought for a moment and then said, "Perhaps I didn't phrase my question specifically enough. Let me ask again. How have your relationships been in this past week, since we last met?"
Antoine opened his mouth and then shut it again. "I do not to be understanding. With who? The princess?"
"That would be a good start."
Antoine wondered why she hadn't said so in the first place and wriggled in his seat. "Ah, I suppose it has been the same as
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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