Sonic x Knuckles - Cover Story
(Translator Note: This was an older translation that seemed to get lost to time, but I found a half finished file I made and decided to punch it up a bit. I am not coming back to tumblr, but wanted to fix this and the Tails story just for archiving the Cover Story translations)
It was a normal afternoon on a sunny day on Angel Island.
In the middle of the jungle full of massive trees, various speices of moss, and other creatures and plants was Knuckles. He was looking everywhere for something. So much so that he was digging up the ground everywhere around him.
Suddenly, Sonic jumped over and sat on his head.
“Hey, Knuckles! What are you doing?
“Sonic! What are you trying to pull!?
Sonic had seen Knuckles furiously digging into the ground and thought he would go and say hello. However, knowing how Knuckles would react, Sonic couldn’t help teasing him a bit.
“Come on! Anybody would want to play whack-a-mole with an echidna who’s constantly popping in and out of the ground!”
“What’d you say?!”
Knuckles leapt up and swung at Sonic; just barely missing him.
It was hard to tell if they were fighting or just playing. But this went on for a while.
“You didn’t answer me no matter how many times I called out to you. It’s not my fault you didn’t notice I was here!”
“Shut up. Tsk, you never change.”
Once they both got tired of goofing off, Knuckles caught his breath and talked about the dream he had seen.
In his dream, he saw long lost ancestors dressed in tribal garments.
They said they wanted to give something to Knuckles as he was a decendant of the Knuckles Clan. They said it was deep in the jungle.
“I can’t explain why, but I can feel something around here. I know I can.”
Knuckles’ eyes were filled with determination as he looked around.
It wasn’t just his knack for treasure hunting. There was a clear pressure from his being the last echidna that could be seen on his face.
“Alright, that sounds pretty neat! I’ll lend a hand with your little treasure hunt! ‘Cause that’s what friends are for, right?”
“What are you yapping about? Don’t act like we’re good buddies. Get off my island!”
Knuckles then threw out his fist and started another outing of roughhousing between the two of them. However, Sonic tripped over something while evading Knuckles’ attacks.
“Ouch…!”
“Ha! You deserved that!”
Knuckles let off a huge smile. But, the second he did, something started shaking deep in the earth below.
From all of the shaking, a secret door opened up in the ground. From it rose a miniature altar. It was the same stone that the Mystic Ruins were made out of.
It seemed that whatever Sonic tripped over was a switch that opened it up.
A small stone box was on top of the miniature altar.
“You know you have to thank me now, right, Knuckles?”
“Yeah, thanks a bunch for falling over and making yourself look like an idiot.”
While barking his insult to Sonic, Knuckles opened up the box and found a pair of gloves inside, but they had heavy, sharp nails. These were his ancestors’ combat cloves.
“Oh, I see. Now you can really rev things up in your little battles, huh? A typical present for a fighting family like the Knuckles Clan, huh?”
“…”
Even though he found the treasure, Knuckles remained silent as he closed the box. He didn’t have a rebuttal to Sonic’s insults which surprised the Blue Blur. He smiled as he clenched his fists.
“I don’t mean to speak ill of my ancesotrs, but these gloves… these hands that I have now. These are more than enough. As long as I can protect what’s most important to me then that’s all I need. Besides, I always come up on top no matter who I’m fighting! I don’t need something fancy like these ancient gloves.”
Knuckes definitely had a temper and was rough around the edges, but when it came to his desire and duty to protect the Master Emerald, his own abilities were more than enough.
Noticing this, Sonic had a change of perspective. He didn’t realize Knuckles had this side to him, but after hearing him speak so honorably, Sonic couldn’t resist teasing him again.
“Right, right. Using devices like this really isn’t your style! It’s your pure power that keeps all of our enemies out of our way. Ain’t that right, Knucklehead?
“…Who are you calling Knucklehead?”
Knuckles started putting on the ancient glove and took steps closer to Sonic.
“Wait, didn’t you just say you didn’t need those!”
“Shut your mouth! Come back here!”
Once again, whether they were playing or fighting, nobody could tell. But their antics could be heard for a long while within the jungles of Angel Island.
