Brandon 3 walked cautiously towards the brush, ready for action but growing increasingly anxious. His attention was drawn by a brushing sound behind him, but after turning towards it he realized that it was just his dreadlocks trailing against the forest floor.
He briefly breathed a sigh of relief, before turning back to the whatever it was that waited in the pushes. He stopped for a moment, considering his options. He could try and fight it, but if so something might happen to the master emerald. Or he could run, but he wasn't sure if he could outrun whatever it was which was worrying him so much.
Brandon paused to wipe his forehead still uncertain what to do.
Brandon 4 and the shopkeeper were running again, neither noticing that their gaits were shifting as they developed feminine hips on their cartoonish frames.
"So, Eggman keeps multiple rooms full of escape pods?" The shopkeeper asked. "How did you know that?"
Brandon merely shrugged. "I don't know, I just did. Are you going to question it or just go with it?"
The shopkeeper sighed, finding Brandon's cavalier attitude becoming increasingly irritating.
Brandon 2 smiled at the pink hedgehog standing in front of him. Amy was one of the more amusing characters of the series, a female hedgehog who was borderline obsessed with Sonic and who had a passion for smashing things with an overlarge hammer.
Amy, for her part, looked at Brandon, suspiciously. "And just who are you supposed to be?" she asked.
"Me?" Brandon asked, putting a hand on his chest. As he did, his mind ignored the feeling of soft flesh sprouting underneath the bodysuit's shirt. "Don't be silly, don't you know I'm..." he stopped, realizing he wasn't sure what he was about to tell Amy. What was his name again? It was on the tip of his tongue, but he had difficulty getting the word out. "Why of course I'm..."
