Welcome to the sixth installment in the Honesty is the Best Policy story series! This story is all about the characters, comic characters or otherwise. As the story progresses, I will add in more and more characters from the Archie, IDM, and Fleetwa...
Scourge was always nervous whenever he was the first to arrive at Finitevus's for lunch. So, whenever the doctor was waiting for him at the entrance and locked the door behind him, he was more than a little bothered.
"Hey! What are you-!"
"Sshh!" the scientist said, putting a bandage-wrapped finger to the hedgehog's lips. "If someone like Sonic were to catch us two together, we would be done for." When he took his hand away from his ally's face, Scourge wiped his mouth instinctively and watched with a puzzled look as the doctor walked across the room and motioned with a ring-covered arm for Scourge to meet him at his desk.
Scourge sat atop the red stool that was already pulled up to the opposite side of the teacher's desk. As he sat there, he couldn't help but be distracted looking at all the clutter in this corner of the room.
An assortment of papers, books, and various objects laid strewn across the desk's surface like a jigsaw puzzle with pieces scattered haphazardly. Piles of handouts, graded assignments, and lesson plans formed miniature mountains here and there. Some of these paper stacks looked to be on the brink of collapse. In the center of the desk sat an assortment of colorful pens, highlighters, and pencils in a decorative cup. Finitevus reached for one of these now and pulled out a silver pen with something etched into it. Tucked in the corner was a potted plant. It was clearly artificial and had spider webs forming between its plastic leaves.
A planner was lying open, its pages filled with scribbled notes. Finitevus reached over and closed it. He picked it up and bent over to stash it in a drawer. Over his back, Scourge could see stacks of textbooks in a tower against the wall, slightly leaning. Also behind him was a corkboard laden with cards and letters. He wondered who those were from. Students, perhaps? Scourge also couldn't help but notice the framed picture hanging beside the window. It was of Doctor Finitevus, and the art style seemed oddly familiar.
"Is that... Honest's?" Scourge asked, pointing.
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Finitevus straightened up with a proud, albeit sinister as always, grin. "You bet. Isn't it nice?" he turned around to look at it himself. "It's missing the glasses, but I can forgive that little mishap. Is there anything our fearless author can't do?"
"When it comes to things she can't create... No, nothing comes to mind." Scourge rolled his eyes.
From the drawer within which he had stashed the planner, Finitevus retrieved a spiral notebook. He flipped only a few pages and folded the notebook so that it was just the page he had chosen facing up at him. Scourge watched with quizzical eyes as the doctor had written Scourge's name in print at the top of the page and several other things down the page.
"What is the first thing you remember doing?" "What?!" Scourge exclaimed, his eyes hollow white circles.
Doctor Finitevus tilted his head. "Just within this story, please. After all, in the real world, you're dead."
