This is my first fan-fiction about my پرستار character, so please dont leave any mean تبصرے but be sure to let me know if آپ are anticipating the اگلے chapter! Enjoy!

Name: Rocha the Bat
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Colour: Silvery-black فر, سمور with a white streak down her back. She has tan coloured skin and black wings.
Her wings are an unusual shape and she has grey eyes. She wears a white tube-top with a grey strap around the bottom and a pair of short white shorts with a grey بیلٹ, پٹی and grey straps around the legs. She doesn't wear any gloves but there are long grey straps wrapped around her wrists. She wears high-heeled boots with the tops cuffed down therefore almost covering her whole boots and the silver rings that sit just above her ankles.

Now getting on with the story.

Rocha's Point of view:
I woke up and blinked last night's sleep out of my eyes. What had happened in many of my حالیہ dreams had happened again
I was in a small white room with white floors and walls. Then a drop of blood and a teardrop fell to the floor and swirled together.
I had to find out what that meant! Blue and red... tear and blood... sadness and pain... Ijust didn't get it! I decided not to think about it for the دن as i slowly moved myself towards a puddle that was sitting in the middle of the ally that i lived in. آپ see... i was a homeless orphan. My parent's had abandoned me when i was young and this ally had become my home. I had never bothered to make any دوستوں یا to really talk to anyone. I had become a loner. I had to drink water out of puddles and either beg, trade for یا even steal food. Otherwise i would starve. After getting my drink i was ready for some food today so i decided to be nice and trade. I had found a beautiful gem and i figured that it would get me a few meals at least to last me for a while seeing that i had no other use for it. As i stood up i felt a large hand grab my left wing firmly. "Where do آپ think you're going with that chaos مرکت, ایمرلڈ young lady?" I whipped around in terror and bit my lip. Standing there was a very fat man wearing a hideous red suit that looked like it was going to tear at the seams of his egg-shaped body any second. He had a thick مالٹا, نارنگی moustache and was wearing a pair of creepy round glasses. "Hey! I need my meal!" I screeched, "let go of me!" i bared my sharp teeth and prepared to attack. "Wait! I am sorry... I never got to introduce myself... my name is Dr. Robotnik. Im sorry to have snuck up on آپ like that but the gem you're holding is very powerful."
"So what?"
"So I need it!"
"Well go get your own!" I snapped and pulled free from his grasp then began to walk away. "Wait!" he called again. "What?"
"How about I make آپ an offer?"
"Like what?"
"Why dont آپ come with me to my base? I'll keep آپ محفوظ and feed you, give آپ a ہوم to live in..." I wasn't sure about this creep but I reluctantly followed him. I guess I had to start trusting someone and that someone would be Dr. Robotnik. But there was still something odd about him.


{the name Dr. Robotnik and the term Chaos مرکت, ایمرلڈ belong to Sega. I do not own them.}