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NikiP-NeeP — Knuckles as a Pixy
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Published: 2014-11-09 05:51:39 +0000 UTC; Views: 583; Favourites: 4; Downloads: 1
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Just a plain weird idea. If Sonic can be morphed into a fierce Werehog, why not turn Knuckles into a fairytale creature, like a pixy. Just pencil on white paper. I may or may not finish this story, but I just wanted to share...Working title: Small Packages
It was close to sundown when Knuckles woke up. He was warm and comfortable, lying on something soft, yet a little scratchy. He sat up suddenly, concerned that he had fallen asleep at all. He was supposed to be keeping an eye on the Master Emerald, not sleep through the afternoon. He stood up and stretched, trying to get his bearings, and realized that he was standing barefoot on the stone floor. He turned around, looking for his missing shoes, and tripped over his legs that suddenly seemed too long and was pulled off balance by an unusual weight on his back. He fell face first back onto his makeshift bed.
After a moment he gave a huff of frustration, and pushed himself back up, noticing that he wasn't wearing his mitts either. He glanced momentarily at his hands, thinking that something wasn't quite right, but was too busy struggling to right himself. He then noticed a large lump in the white padded fabric of whatever it was that he was fighting with. As he reached out to it, he thought about how similar it was to the padded knuckle covers of his mitts. Then he looked again at the item he was floundering on. It was a giant mitt --one of HIS mitts.
"What is going on here?" he murmured to himself as he finally stood back up. He looked around. The stone floor he was standing on was actually one of the steps that lead to the Master Emerald. "I've been shrunk?" he asked himself as he scratched his head. And stopped. Something was not right with his hands. He brought them in front of his face and felt his stomach drop as he realized that he was missing a finger off each hand. It wasn't like the missing fingers were chopped off, but more like he was supposed to have four-fingered hands. He was relieved to see his knuckle-spikes were still there, but it was so strange to see them uncovered.
He sat back down on the nice, soft, warm mitt and examined his feet. They had four toes each and were attached to legs that were much longer than they used to be. That explained his embarrassing stumble. Sorta. But he also felt an odd weight coming off his shoulders. And as for whatever was on his back, he could feel the fabric he was sitting on through it, them... What in the world...? He shifted his shoulders and heard a rustle behind him... Oh, no... No way...
He looked behind him and confirmed with a slight dread that he had wings.
Yellow fuzzy ones.
He groaned. The crazy old woman turned him into some sort of fairy-tale creature.
