Subject: Story Roughdraft
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Posted on: 2019-08-04 06:35:00 UTC

Alright, let me try something... Here's a little something that came to my mind.
But remember, I still do not have Permission and I acknowledge that this will not be canon unless stated otherwise.
I do not own the PPC. It and Makes.Things were created and belongs to Jay and Acacia. Sonic the Hedgehog (Gizmo's home continnum) belongs to Sega.
Anyway, let's get started.

Gizmo the Macaw wasn't really sure of what happened. First he was at Sunset Heights, witnessing the destruction around him, then he got sucked by a black hole appearing out of nowhere. After falling face-first on a clean floor, the Mobian bird lifted his head, looked around, and realized that the hole transported him into some sort of high-tech workshop where lots of people were tinkering with many kinds of machines and gadgets that looked like stuff from sci-fi shows and movies.

He also saw those same people focusing on him. True, it was quite the fall, and the sound the bird made after crashing on the floor was relatively loud, so it would be natural that the people would turn their heads to the source.

Gizmo wasn't feeling so reassured by the eyes that stared at him. In fact, it made him nervous to be the center of attention. Were the people around him up to something? What if they did something to him that he wouldn't like?

"What was that noise?" exclaimed the voice of a man nearby. He glanced towards the newcomer's direction. "Oh, no, not another─ what's this kid doing here?"

The somewhat-scared bird wasn't sure about trusting the people around him, so he scrambled his way into a corner and got into a fetal position, bearing a face that expressed hesitation and doubt. The man noticed Gizmo's action, realizing that he needed to comfort him, so he approached the smaller individual with an extended hand while bearing a friendly expression in an attempt to reassure him.

"Hey, little guy," the man said. "Call me Makes-Things. No one's gonna hurt you."

Gizmo just backed off a few more inches, not finding the courage to trust this "Makes-Things" person. He just met him, so he wasn't sure if he was a truly good person. He really didn't like being alone in an unknown place with a lot of strangers.

"Relax, kid," Makes-Things said, doing his best to calm down the bird. "Just calm down, okay?"

Gizmo couldn't take anymore, so he stood and ran in a panic, outside of the workshop and into the hallways beyond, leaving behind a confused crowd.

"Eh, I'm not really good with kids, anyway," Makes-Things said to himself before turning back to his co-workers and yelling at them. "Alright, get back to work before my mood gets worse!"

They did as instructed, and Makes-Things went back to his post, but not before looking back and asking something to himself.

"Who and what was that guy, anyway?"

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