"Actually, I was hoping Tails could help me out with a mechanical problem of mine..." Amy asked, stepping inside the workshop.
"Really? Well no problem, I'm just as good as my cousin when it comes to that sort of thing. Better, even" Brails declared, smiling at the female hedgehog. He blinked, his eyes growing to consume a large part of his head, the eyelashes growing longer as the eyelids gained a yellow coating of makeup.
"Really, that would be great! Say, what's with that outfit? Looks kinda familiar..."
"Oh this? It's nothing, just my uniform. So show me this problem of yours." Brails replies.
Brandon 3 waited in anticipation, the tension building around him, his chest inflating into two orbs as it heaved.
The tension was quickly cut, as from the bushes emitted a snapping sound, followed by a cry of pain.
"Quite, Charmy!" a voice whispered rather loudly from the brush.
"But Vector stepped on me!" another shot back.
"No excuses, just quiet!" the first said.
"Well, the three of you have successfully ruined our element of surprise," a third voice said.
After some collective grumbling from the bushes, the persons responsible emerged. There were four of them, people that Brandon should have recognized from the Sonic games but didn't.
The largest looked like a burly anthropomorphic crocodile, with a chain around his neck and headphones over his earless head. The second was a purple reptilian person, with a horn growing from the center of his head. Third was a small bee like person, wearing a helmet and vest and looking the most indignant of the group. Finally there was a black and red mammalian one, with a red shell going from the top of his head down his back.
"Who are you guys?" Brandon asked, dropping his guard position.
"Who are we? We should ask the same of you!" the crocodile replied, "After all, its four to one, and you're a stranger around these parts!"
Brandon saw their point, and would prefer not to try and anger this group. He looked down at his hands, looking closely at the points on the ends of his fingers. "Well, I'm..."
"You idiot,it's a dead end!" the shopkeeper said, pointing to where Brandon 4 had led them.
"It's not a dead end, we just need to find the way to open the door," Brandon said.
"You are such an idiot," the shopkeeper grumbled, shaking his head. Unnoticed by either party, the skin around both persons' mouth and inside their triangular ears was changing, Brandon's turning a pale color while the shopkeeper's tanning to an olive shade.
