The other members of Team Dark attempt to wake up Rouge for the road trip they're going on. (543 words)
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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
“Rouge,” Shadow says. “Wake up.”
“Ugh…” Rouge’s ears flop down against her pillow and she pulls the covers over her head. “Give me five more minutes.”
“It’s getting late. We’re wasting time.”
“Hun, I’m a bat… please try again later…”
“YOU ARE THE ONE WHO SET THE ALARM ON ME AND PLANNED THE ROAD TRIP WE ARE GOING ON IN THE FIRST PLACE,” Omega says. “LAST NIGHT YOU SAID, ‘WAKE ME UP IF I MISS THE ALARM.’ WE ARE NOW WAKING YOU UP.”
Rouge groans. “Bats are nocturnal, you know this… Omega, turn the alarm off…”
“I WILL NOT TURN THE ALARM OFF UNTIL YOU GET UP.”
A small voice is heard from the door of Rouge’s room. “Chao-chao?”
“We’re trying, Rusty,” Shadow says to his dark Chao as they fly into the room. “She’s not getting up.”
Omega lowers his volume akin to a whisper. “I AM OPENING THE BLINDS. SHADOW, PULL THE BLANKET OFF OF HER.”
“Why do I have to get the blanket?” Shadow whispers back. “She’s gonna start kicking me in the face.”
“ARE YOU SAYING YOU CANNOT TAKE A KICK TO THE FACE?”
“That’s not what I said and you know it.”
Omega ignores him and heads for the window. “I WILL NOW BE OPENING THE BLINDS. SHADOW, GET THE BLANKET.”
“Fine.”
Shadow pulls off Rouge’s blanket from the end of the bed, and Rusty attempts to help by flying in and grabbing a corner. Omega pulls the blinds of Rouge’s window open, letting in the sunlight of the early summer morning. Rouge hisses and instinctively kicks her legs upon the light hitting her face, and Shadow and Rusty jump backward, Shadow holding the blanket and Rusty still holding onto the corner they grabbed.
“IT IS TIME TO GET UP,” Omega says at his regular volume.
“Wow, good morning to you, too!” Rouge says with the sound of sleep still stuck to her throat, trying to cover her face from the sunlight with her hands. Rusty flies onto her bed and wordlessly starts poking their little hand at her cheek in an attempt to wake her up more. “Give a girl a warning, would you?”
“This wouldn’t have happened if you got up when we told you to,” Shadow says. “You better have finished packing.”
“GET UP AND EAT BREAKFAST. YOU MEATBAGS ARE ANNOYING WHEN YOU HAVE NOT YET EATEN.”
“I did finish packing, thank you very much,” Rouge says, finally getting out of bed. Rusty flies up from her side and sits on her head. She rubs the corner of her eye with one hand as she shuts off the ear-grating alarm beeping from Omega’s speakers with the other, and he leaves the room. She then smirks and says, “You sure seem excited about this road trip.”
“Please. You’re the one making us come,” Shadow says, tossing the blanket he’d still been holding back onto Rouge’s bed.
“Cha-chao!”
“Mhm. I know you’re excited, Rusty,” Rouge says, grabbing the Chao from her head and cooing at them. “Not as much of a grump as your papa, are you? You ready to go swim at the beach?”
“Chao!”
“HURRY UP AND EAT YOUR MORNING MEAL,” Omega yells from the kitchen.
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