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", "writing": "[u]\n[b][center]Chapter 1: My Escape[/center][/b][/u]\n\n\nI stood on the deck of my small boat, breathing in the salty air and feeling the soft waves rock the boat hull. The morning sun shone across the ocean in beautiful shades of blue and gold that stretched toward the horizon. In the distance, a lighthouse stood on the rocky beach. My shoulders dropped from where they'd been hunched near my ears for weeks.\n \n[i]Ah, finally. [/i]No one asking me to fix this or change that. No emergencies. No \"quick favors.\" Just me and the ocean, and I have all the time in the world to enjoy it.\n \nThose last few months of adventures, missions and tasks, made me crave alone time for myself. From those high-speed chase defeating Eggman. Then Sonic's plane needed to be fixed after that. Then Amy wanted fixes to her hammer's targeting system. While this was going on, Knuckles asked me to look into some old tech on Angel Island. Everyone always came to me with their problems, emergencies, and \"quick favors\" that somehow took up hours of my free time.\n \nIt's not that I don't like helping my friends. I just really needed to be Tails for once instead of \"the genius kid who can fix anything\" after all those weeks of everyone needing something from me. I had no plans today. I even didn't tell anyone about this diving trip on purpose. No coordinates shared, no flight plan filed, and no \"hey Sonic, I'll be back by evening\" messages sent.\n \nWhile I was getting my gear ready, I saw someone moving on the distant beach near the lighthouse. I could see a person in dark clothes working on some kind of equipment through the morning fog. It had white hair and... bat wings?\n\n[i] Is that Rouge?[/i] \n\nBut they were too far away to be sure, and after a while, they disappeared behind some rocks. I shrugged. Even if it was Rouge, she was probably on one of her secret \"business trips\" and wouldn't want to be bothered anyway. She probably wouldn't want company anyway.\n\nI went back to getting ready. I put on my weight belt and adjusted it around my waist until it felt secure but not too tight. Then I slid my fins over my feet to make sure they fit comfortably without pinching. I wore my diving watch, made sure it was working and set to zero. I took one of the three tanks that were strapped down on the deck. If the weather stays nice, those two extras are going to another dive site later. Then I pulled my diving mask over my head and left it resting on my forehead for now.\n \n[i]And now time for the important checks.\n[/i] \nI opened the valve on my tank and heard the familiar sound of high-pressure air rushing in. I purged out my regulator to get rid of any dirt, then I put it in my mouth and took a few test breaths. The air flowed smoothly and steadily. I pulled the regulator out and set it aside. The tank pressure gauge read full at around 3000 PSI. So far, everything looked good. Then I tested my BCD by inflating and deflating it with the buttons. After making sure it was all working perfectly, I picked it up and slipped it on, making sure the clips and straps were tight so it fit well. I attached my dive knife to the BCD strap where I could reach it easily—standard safety equipment that I hoped I'd never need to use. I took a deep breath. Time for the last piece. I pulled my mask down over my face and made sure it was sealed properly by adjusting it one more time. The smell of silicone and salt from old dives was familiar to me; it was a smell I had grown to love over the years.\n \n\"And now, Just me and the ocean,\" I murmured.\n\nThen I put my regulator in my mouth and breathed through it steadily to get used to the rhythm. The familiar hiss of compressed air was oddly comforting. One last check of my air gauge—\n \n[i]Wait, what! Why am I having to suck harder to get air? And why had the needle dropped nearly empty?[/i] But when I stopped breathing for a second, I watched it slowly climb back toward full.\n\nBy reflex, I reached around to my tank valve on my back and found it wasn't fully open. Gave it another quarter turn and heard the change in airflow right away. Breathing became easier immediately and the gauge needle climbed back up to full.\n\n[i]Ah, there we go[/i]. Basic mistake, I chuckled. That's a close call though. At least I caught it before getting in the water. Could have been a real problem down there. I shook my head at myself. Even experienced divers forget the simple stuff sometimes. [i]Alright, systems check complete[/i]. Everything's working perfectly now. \n\nI took one last look at the sunny horizon, then positioned myself at the edge of the boat. With everything ready, I rolled backward off the gunwale. The cool water rose up to meet me, and for the first time in weeks, I felt truly free.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Chapter 1: My Escape



I stood on the deck of my small boat, breathing in the salty air and feeling the soft waves rock the boat hull. The morning sun shone across the ocean in beautiful shades of blue and gold that stretched toward the horizon. In the distance, a lighthouse stood on the rocky beach. My shoulders dropped from where they'd been hunched near my ears for weeks.
 
Ah, finally. No one asking me to fix this or change that. No emergencies. No "quick favors." Just me and the ocean, and I have all the time in the world to enjoy it.
 
Those last few months of adventures, missions and tasks, made me crave alone time for myself. From those high-speed chase defeating Eggman. Then Sonic's plane needed to be fixed after that. Then Amy wanted fixes to her hammer's targeting system. While this was going on, Knuckles asked me to look into some old tech on Angel Island. Everyone always came to me with their problems, emergencies, and "quick favors" that somehow took up hours of my free time.
 
It's not that I don't like helping my friends. I just really needed to be Tails for once instead of "the genius kid who can fix anything" after all those weeks of everyone needing something from me. I had no plans today. I even didn't tell anyone about this diving trip on purpose. No coordinates shared, no flight plan filed, and no "hey Sonic, I'll be back by evening" messages sent.
 
While I was getting my gear ready, I saw someone moving on the distant beach near the lighthouse. I could see a person in dark clothes working on some kind of equipment through the morning fog. It had white hair and... bat wings?

Is that Rouge?

But they were too far away to be sure, and after a while, they disappeared behind some rocks. I shrugged. Even if it was Rouge, she was probably on one of her secret "business trips" and wouldn't want to be bothered anyway. She probably wouldn't want company anyway.

I went back to getting ready. I put on my weight belt and adjusted it around my waist until it felt secure but not too tight. Then I slid my fins over my feet to make sure they fit comfortably without pinching. I wore my diving watch, made sure it was working and set to zero. I took one of the three tanks that were strapped down on the deck. If the weather stays nice, those two extras are going to another dive site later. Then I pulled my diving mask over my head and left it resting on my forehead for now.
 
And now time for the important checks.
I opened the valve on my tank and heard the familiar sound of high-pressure air rushing in. I purged out my regulator to get rid of any dirt, then I put it in my mouth and took a few test breaths. The air flowed smoothly and steadily. I pulled the regulator out and set it aside. The tank pressure gauge read full at around 3000 PSI. So far, everything looked good. Then I tested my BCD by inflating and deflating it with the buttons. After making sure it was all working perfectly, I picked it up and slipped it on, making sure the clips and straps were tight so it fit well. I attached my dive knife to the BCD strap where I could reach it easily—standard safety equipment that I hoped I'd never need to use. I took a deep breath. Time for the last piece. I pulled my mask down over my face and made sure it was sealed properly by adjusting it one more time. The smell of silicone and salt from old dives was familiar to me; it was a smell I had grown to love over the years.
 
"And now, Just me and the ocean," I murmured.

Then I put my regulator in my mouth and breathed through it steadily to get used to the rhythm. The familiar hiss of compressed air was oddly comforting. One last check of my air gauge—
 
Wait, what! Why am I having to suck harder to get air? And why had the needle dropped nearly empty? But when I stopped breathing for a second, I watched it slowly climb back toward full.

By reflex, I reached around to my tank valve on my back and found it wasn't fully open. Gave it another quarter turn and heard the change in airflow right away. Breathing became easier immediately and the gauge needle climbed back up to full.

Ah, there we go. Basic mistake, I chuckled. That's a close call though. At least I caught it before getting in the water. Could have been a real problem down there. I shook my head at myself. Even experienced divers forget the simple stuff sometimes. Alright, systems check complete. Everything's working perfectly now.

I took one last look at the sunny horizon, then positioned myself at the edge of the boat. With everything ready, I rolled backward off the gunwale. The cool water rose up to meet me, and for the first time in weeks, I felt truly free.
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