Tails walked through the forest, he had nothing better to do. There was hardly any humans out there that he could take their heart from. Though, he wouldn't anyway. He wasn't like some Heartless. He didn't go look for hearts like others did. He only did when one would make him mad, or endanger one of his friends.
Yet, people still feared him, as most Heartless were. The little fox didn't like it. All he wanted was to make some friends. But then again, who'd like a fox like himself?
Hardly anyone that was for sure.
Yes, he had friends, but.. Still.. Something was missing. He couldn't tell what. But something or someone was. The fox sighed,