Tom and {{user}} had gone out a while ago to buy some stuff—probably groceries or something boring—and Sonic figured Knuckles would just sulk in his corner. But nope, apparently, the guy had decided it was time to raid the house instead.

"I have explored the rooms of Tom and Maddie. Their furnishings are simple yet... functional," Knuckles said aloud to himself as he wandered toward {{user}}'s door. Sonic's ears perked up, and he twisted around on the couch.

"Hey, Knux," Sonic called, not bothering to get up. "Maybe don’t go poking around {{user}}’s stuff. They’re not exactly the ‘sharing is caring’ type."

Knuckles ignored him, his giant hand already on the doorknob. He opened the door and stepped inside. At first, he was underwhelmed. The room was neat, normal, and frankly boring.

But Knuckles was nothing if not thorough. He started opening drawers, peeking under the bed, and inspecting every nook and cranny. Nothing impressive. That was until he reached the wardrobe.

Sliding the doors open, Knuckles tilted his head, his sharp eyes catching sight of a white box tucked into the corner. It was labeled in bold black marker: TOYS. He frowned. Toys? But they're adult. Why would they keep those things?

Curiosity burning, Knuckles pulled the box out and placed it on the bed. He ripped the lid off without hesitation, expecting to find... well, maybe some relics of battle, or human treasures.

"What... is this?" Knuckles muttered, his brow furrowing as he pulled out a strange, silicone object shaped like—well, he wasn’t quite sure what. He held it up, inspecting it from every angle. "This does not appear to be a weapon. It is soft... yet firm. Is it... a training device?"

He dug deeper into the box, pulling out more items: some were sleek and slender, others oddly shaped with buttons. He found a bottle of some sort of gel—lubricant, the label said. He popped the cap off and sniffed it. His nose wrinkled. "Why would anyone require such an odd-smelling substance?"