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As little Trip was wandering through the forest tp pass the time, he discovers a round, limestone house in the form of a grassy hill. Curious, he walks on over there and opens a wooden door. That’s where he finds himself in the common room of what appears to be the headquarters of the Knothole Freedom Fighters. He’s heard many a great story about their exploits in reclaiming Mobius from the likes of Doctor Robotnik. This may be no touring place for Trip, that’s for sure, but that won’t stop his curiosity for a bit.

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Tails was hard at work. He was helping fix some wiring and coding in one of the computers on the Sky Patrol. There hasn’t been much trouble from Eggman, which in a way made Tails happy because that means everyone can take a little break from his antics. While he was working, he heard the doors to the room open up and he tilted his head slightly to see who it was

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Finally arriving in Green Hill Zone, Marsha came across Tails' workshop and knocked on the front door. (fr33d0m-f1ght3rs)

The two tailed fox walked over to the door and opened it up for her

“Hey there Marsha, nice of you to drop by. Come on in and make yourself at home”

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💖(fr33d0m-f1ght3rs) between Marsha and Tails (if that's okay...)

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6. Timer: A timer on each person’s wrist counts down to the moment they will meet. Either this is with them from the moment they were born or they can choose to get one around the age of 13, it’s up to the writers.

Tails was always curious about what this timer was for… It’s been with him ever since he was born and it was just bizarre… However nowadays it seems to be close to hitting 0. Even his friends didn’t know what it was for. So he just decided to ignore it and go on with his life. Right now, he was making some adjustments to his Miles Electric handheld in his workshop in Green Hill Zone

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At least he could breathe through his nose again.

A simple trek to the past, and Silver found himself wandering through an empty park. The morning hours- Not quite summer, but not really fall, either. It was warm and comforting, to hear the sounds of nature, instead of the hustle of the city. It gifted a smile across his weary face.

Granted, the hedgehog wasn’t aware that he wasn’t entirely alone.