Gattlinggundemon9 - Double-Edged, Double Tied

Weever Industries HQ, Central City - USA
Restricted Area


Inside the closed-off area within Weever Industries, a certain hedgehog wearing a blue jacket and a cap, green-furred with red lines on his quills, was working on a special project of his own.

"And just a few more adjustments...!" he said to himself. "And we can get this baby up and run--"

"Lucas Noble!"

The hedgehog jumped scared at the calling, looking down from the ceiling where he was clinging to and seeing his employer, Seymour Weever, standing there, staring at him.

"Is this project authorized??" the 12-year-old CEO asked.

"I had the paper delivered to you!!" Lucas said, dropping to the ground on his feet. "I swear!!"

"Hmph, I'll be the judge of that." said Seymour. "Lucas, I know you like to work here, but whenever you do this type of project, PLEASE tell me straight on!"

"Yessir, boss sir!" said the hedgehog doing a silly salute motion.

Seymour left right afterwards as Lucas went back to work on his project, revealed to be a portal archway, which given the fact Seymour had one already, this one seemed rather unnecessary. However, Noble was dead-set on continuing the work, as he claimed this one portal could open to this one dimension he was after.

As he continued his work, two men entered the room, unnoticed by the hedgehog, who was way too focused on his work. They started to whisper to one another, which was when Lucas finally took notice and laid low against the shadows.

"So Standy, we got the scheme cook'd up?" asked one of them, a thin but idiotic man.

"Yes we do, Normy!" said the other, a large but clever man. "We get our hands on these sweet guns, come out blazin', and then we get all the way up to fill the kid with lead!"

Lucas gasped to himself after hearing that.

"Are we REALLY gonna shoot him, Standy?" asked the thin one.

"Nah, not really." said the fat one. "Just point, not do much, it'll be enough for him to give us the dough. He's not even gunna manage to bend these guns, we'll scare him before he does!"

Noble grunted in anger.

"No one threatens my friends...!" he said lowly.

Lucas then jumped off his hideout and in front of them.

"You two better stop right there!!" he said. "I'm not letting you go after my boss!"

"Ah man, it's one of the furballs!" said Normy. "Ice'im!"

"You got it!" said Standy.

The goon pulled out a machine gun.

"Ooooh, machine guun!!" said the hedgehog.

He fired it at Lucas nonstop, but curiously, the hedgehog opened his mouth wide, and the bullets merely entered it instead of piercing through him, as he swallowed them all quickly like candy.

"Ewwww, it's all lead-ish!" he gagged. "You can have it back!!"

He then spit the bullets back at the goons at the same rate as the machine gun did, making them run around wildly in panic. Lucas stopped after he had none left, coughing up smoke.

"Oh yeah. I did that.” he said. “I’m THAT awesome!”

The goons composed themselves again and looked at him in disbelief.

"That guy just spit the bullets at us!!" said Standy. "Brute force it is!! You're gonna pay, you little rat!"

The big guy ran at him preparing a right-hand punch, but instead tried to land a left-handed jab in a fake-out combo. Lucas just jumped over him altogether and landed a series of kicks on the thug, right in his butt...

While doing a Russian dance.

"MosCOW! MosCOW!" he chanted while dancing.

The final kick, however, was a swift roundhouse to the back of the head, sending him down face-first on the floor, knocked out.

What he failed to notice was the thin henchman grabbing the machine gun and firing at will, hitting Lucas in a shower of bullets, as he fell down quickly and swiftly.

"...I... I got'im!" said the thin man. "I GOT HIM!! WOOHOOOO!! I'm not some dumb palooka anymore!! I'm talkin' BUSINESS!!"

But his celebration was cut short when the hedgehog suddenly landed a powerful, jaw-breaking kick on him from above, sending him unconscious right next to his friend.

"Silly toothpick!" said the hedgehog, giving him the raspberry. "I can't die!!"

Seymour barged in with two tall robots resembling Scotland Yard officers to his sides.

"What in the world is going on here!?" said Seymour. "Lucas, what happened???"

"These two wanted to assassinate-slash-intimidate ya, boss!!" said Lucas.

"That's a lie!!" said Standy.

"YEAH!!" said Normy. "He shot us first!!"

"Ooooooooh, I see..." said the CEO. "...Scot-bots, restrain these two!"

They did so, cuffing the two henchmen and carrying them away with literal iron grips.

"Wait, you're not even gonna find proof we did it!?" asked the thin man. "Or even test for lies!?"

"Your confession right now proves it alone, if I had even aimed at calling your bluff." said Seymour. "That and, well, you don't know my employees as much as I do. Lucas is a... rather interesting basket case..."

He looked at the young hedgie suddenly scratching the back of his ear with his left foot like a dog.

"He may not look like it, but he IS very wise." said the boy. "And something I know well he would not do, is lie to me."

The robots took the guards away as Lucas jumped at Seymour, hugging him happily. Seymour smiled and hugged him back, carrying him to the exit.

He did not see Lucas looking back at the portal as a few sparks flied from its empty middle, grinning to himself.

"No Zone set. Now I just need to wait..." he thought.


London, England - UK
Unknown Location

In a dark lounge bar, a shadowy figure sat on a chair, counting money cells on his hands. A man in a suit walked up to him.

"Boss!" he said in a thick New York accent. "The two numb-nuts were captured!"

The boss was not at all impressed.

"Doesn't surprise me." the shadow said in a British accent. "But this was a good warm-up. Right now, get the guys ready."

He looked away.

"Weever's going down soon..."