(AN: COLDSTEEL DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, HE BELONGS TO BLOOD-SKULL-BOI84, USED WITHOUT PERMISSION, BUT BLOOD-SKULL-BOI84 DOESN'T EXIST SO WHATEVS. EVERYONE ELSE WHO ISN'T A CANON CHARACTER BELONGS TO ME SO DONT STEEL)

Chapter 1: Consumed By Darkness

Darkness. I was used to darkness. Ever since that day, it had consumed me, like a veil around my soul that was really dark. But this was a different type of darkness. An advanced darkness. The type of advanced darkness that made it so I couldn't see shit.

In the distance, I saw what seemed to be a bright light. The light began to approach me, and as it did, I realized that it was actually a darkness so dark that it glowed, expelling all darkness weaker than itself. As the darkness came closer, it began to take a hedgehog shape. When it was only a few feet away, I realized who it was.

"Y-you're me!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, Coldsteel," the darkness uttered darkly, "I am you, from six years, six months, and six days in the future. However, I am no longer called Coldsteel; I have taken the title of Deathnox."

"How did I get this power?" I inquisitioned. "My darkness is strong, but I almost feel overwhelmed by yours."

"I will tell you soon enough, my past self," Deathnox claimed ominously, "but I am not here simply to tell you of good things to come, but rather, of a force that will come to bring an end to us."

"What?!" I expelled in shock. "Tell me what happens!"

"In exactly six days, six hours, and six minutes," Deathnox began to prophecize, "six heroes holding six Chaos Emeralds will appear in Westopolis. It is there that they will find the seventh Emerald, and, using Chaos Control, teleport you straight to Hell, as they did to me."

"Then how did you get so much power?" I quizzed.

"When Satan tried to subjugate me, I killed him and took his power. Then, when Death tried to kill me, I killed him and took his power too. Thus, I became the embodiment of darkness and death. But I cannot kill anyone, or interact with the physical world at all. All I can do is bring the souls of the dead to Hell."

"That's horrible!" I shouted. "A life without killing… that would be a fate worse than death! But why did they do that to me?"

"I did not find out," Deathnox stated. "The only way to find out is to go to Westopolis and confront them before they get the Emerald!"

"I will," I vowed, "I swear it!"

With that, the darkness faded, and I returned to where I was.

Six days, six hours, and five minutes later, in Westopolis, six hedgehogs walked through the streets. One was blue, and had two five foot long katanas strapped to his back. One was red, and had a long, pointed tail like a demon. One was green, and wore a dress made of leaves. One was cyan, and wore those spiral glasses from anime. One was white, and and had huge boobs. One was yellow, and floated instead of walking. And each one held a Chaos emerald of their color.

"I can't wait to see Coldsteel squirming in Hell," smirked the red one sadistically. "Serves him right for what he did."

"Indeed," incanted the blue one in a Japanese accent, "he is truly warui (evil)."

"Absolutely ridonkulus," grinned the cyam one as he span around on one foot. "Melons!"

"What did you just say, shitlord?!" Yelled the white one, concealing her bosom. "Check your fucking privilege!"

"Please calm down," breathed the green one in a soft tone, "there is no need to fight."

"We're here," the yellow one interrupted.

The six found themselves in front of a jewelry store. It was here where they expected to find the last Chaos Emerald, proudly displayed in the front window like a golden statue at the top of a sandcastle. However, the window was broken, and the emerald was nowhere to be found!

"Looking for this?" mocked Coldsteel, who was standing on top of the building, clutching the purple Chaos emerald in his hand like a bone in the maw of a confused feline.

"You bastard!" raged the red one. "How did you know we were going to use the Emeralds against you!?"

"Lets just say," hinted Coldsteel, "a little birdie told me. A little birdie who was my future self, who sent me a vision telling me what you would do!" Coldsteel jumped down from the building, and when he hit the ground he also punched it like a Superman that liked Nine Inch Nails. Now that he was close to the hedgehogs, they looked familiar to him. "Hey, I know you guys!" he realized. "You were in the Sonic Military!"

"So you remember," emoted the yellow one. "I was expecting you lopped us in with the thousands of soldiers you killed in your memory."

"I'll admit," reminisced Coldsteel, "I don't really remember most of you, but there's no way I could forget you… Super-Brightlord."

The image of the glowing hedgehog was burned into his memory, like a brand on a cow who was incredibly jealous of it. While Coldsteel was the strongest in the Sonic Fighting Academy, Super-Brightlord was the strongest in the Sonic Military. He was so powerful that he was born in his Super form (which is why it's a part of his name) and with incredible psychic powers. He joined the Sonic Military at age five, because he was too young to enroll in the Academy. Even then, he surpassed everyone in power, and by the time of the Final Shadow Battle, he was stronger than the entire army. Coldsteel envied his power greatly while he was in the military.

"Allow me to jog your atama (memory) then," spoke the blue one, drawing a katana and resting it on his shoulder. "I am Doki-Doki-Break (Heartbreak), the strongest samurai in the world."

"I'm Beelzebub the Demonhog," growled the red one as he folded his arms. "I am the son of Lucifer himself, and revel in the suffering of the innocent."

"My name's Sandwich the Hedgehog!" exclaimed the cyan one, who put on a wizard hat. "I like riding cardboard boxes into chocolate waterfalls. Pineapples!"

"I'm Gynomania," alledged the white one as she puffed out her chest, "and the fact that us girls went last is absolutely sexist!"

"I am Flora Artemisia Monarch," professed the green one as she bowed, "and I just want the world to be a better place."

"We have united to make you pay for your crimes," verbalized Super-Brightlord. "In the name of the fallen soldiers of the Sonic Military, we will punish you!" (AN: that last part was said by everyone but i didn't know how to write that in lol!)

"Well," Coldsteel pronounced, "you know what? Fuck your dead soldiers, fuck your shitty battle cry, and fuck you. I've been waiting for the chance to kill you for years, and now that I have the power of darkness, I can finally do it! And now that I have a Chaos Emerald, I'm not going to waist that chance!"

Coldsteel outstretched his hand that held the Emerald as he absorbed it's power, like a malevolent rechargeable battery. When it was drained, he rose into the air until he was above where he was before he started rising. Curling into a ball (but not like Sonic does when he turns into an actual ball, here he's just bending his arms and legs inward), the air around him crackled with lightning made of darkness,

"Tsuiyasu! (Shit!)" panicked Doki-Doki-Break. "We have to run!"

"Stay," commanded Super-Brightlord. "You have nothing to fear."

The darkness lightning surrounding Coldsteel was now striking everything around the hedgehogs, breaking windows and blowing up cars. Coldsteel himself was surrounded by an aura of darkness darker than the midnight sky on a new moon day being looked at by a blind person.

"Nothin personel, Stupid-Diaperlord," Coldsteel insulted, "but die! Chaos Darkness Blast Maelstorm!"

Coldsteel's darkness aura exploded, cunsuming everything in a 6.66 mile radius with destruction. When the dust settled (which was both because the explosion kicked up a bunch of dust and because it's a figure of speech for something ending), central Westopolis was nothing but a crater. Everyone caught in the blast, except for Coldsteel, of course, was killed.

...But that didn't actually happen!

Instead, Super-Brightlord captured the blast (and Coldsteel inside of it) in a ball using his Psychokinesis. (AN: this is because it's the power to control kinetic energy, which is just energy that moves, like an explosion)

"Have you forgotten about my powers, Oldsmell?" mocked Super-Brightlord. "I was hoping you would pose a threat, but it seems I was wrong. I'll let you live, but when we meet again, you had better pose a threat!"

With that, Super-Brightlord psychokinetically threw the ball with half of his might, flinging Colddsteel at hundreds of miles per second. Once it was halfway across the country, he reversed the kinetic entry of the explosion, sending it towards Coldsteel! Thankfully, while the blast part of the attack hurt him, the darkness part healed him for all of the damage. However, that didn't change the fact that he was hundreds of feet in the air, because Super-Brightlord threw him in a parbola!

"Damn…" declaimed Coldsteel as he fell to the earth, "...not...here…"

Then he hit the ground, and everything went dark.