Author's Note: Hey everyone! I am a HUGE fan of Sonic the Hedgehog (SatAM) and I was disappointed when I found out the series had been cancelled following the season 2 finale. So, I thought, "Hey! Why not do a fanfic on that?". So here it is, my story on how the series should have gone on if they had a third season. Note: Look out for characters from other Sonic titles, cause they'll be in here!

Blue streak, speeds by

Sonic the Hedgehog

Too fast, for the naked eye

Sonic the Hedgehog

Sonic, he can really move

Sonic, he's got an attitude

Sonic, he's the fastest thing alive

Don't doubt, what he can do, Sonic the Hedgehog

Look out, when he storms through, Sonic the Hedgehog

Sonic, he can really move

Sonic, he's got an attitude

Sonic, he's the fastest thing alive

He's the fastest thing alive

He's the fastest thing ALIVE!

0300 hours, Present Day, Mobius, Remains of the Doomsday Project.

Smoke drifted up from the charred ruins of what was once known as The Doomsday Project, a building so powerful and immense that it had briefly controlled all of Mobius.

Now, it appeared as if it had been completely obliterated. All was still and silent, except for the roboticized Mobians, or Robians, who had survived the explosion, wandering around aimlessly, searching for direction, a command, something they could follow.

Suddenly, a large cylindrical tube rose from the ruins, disturbing the debris and dust that had gathered over it. As the dust settled, the door slid upwards.

Inside was a short human, with a pointed nose, grey eyes, purple cape, and black gloves, and boots. He could be described as bald, if it weren't for a few strands of gray hair on his rounded head.

"YEEEESSSS!" he cackled maniacally in a shrill, scratchy voice. "The big, round guy finally let Sonic defeat him." He looked out among the ruins, "Well, don't celebrate too soon, HEDGEHOG!" He declared, "Now, it's my turn, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AND I'M NOT ALOOOOOOONNE!" he cackled as he walked across the wasteland towards a towering city skyline in the distance.

Inside the chamber, two sharp, red eyes suddenly appeared in the darkness. A wheezy cackle of laughter suddenly emanated from the unseen figure.

0310 hours, Same Location

Amidst the ruins and detritus of Doomsday, a shadow dashed away from behind the rubble on all fours like prey in flight from a predator. It briefly ran through a small opening in the trees into the moonlight. From what could be seen, it was a Mobian, with flowing red spines, a majority of them flowing behind its face in the wind.

As the figure approached a cliff edge, it jumped and glided over the still forest. From there its full appearance could be seen. It was a red spiny echidna, wearing white gloves with spikes on the knuckles, and red, yellow, and green sneakers with spikes on the soles. On it's chest was a face-down crescent

*Knuckles* A calm, somewhat gravelly voice suddenly broke the silence, *What is your report?*

Landing safely on the ground with a somersault, the echidna activated the transmitter strapped to his wrist.

"Knuckles here." his deep voice boomed, "You're not going to believe this, guys. The Doomsday Project was destroyed!"

*That's impossible! Field reports concluded that it was nearly impenetrable!* Another voice, deeper than the first, objected.

"Well, it's been destroyed." Knuckles stated rather bluntly, "From what I was able to see, the project was destroyed by two fast moving objects equipped with some form of energy."

*What kind of energy?*

"I'll send you the reading." the echidna said as he typed in a random sequence of keys, "It's being transferred right now."

*...Fascinating. The only artifacts that could contain that much power are the Drood Henge Stones, or...* The voice suddenly stopped.

"I know, the emeralds." He grunted, " Anyway, it appears that Ray's report was true. Robotnik did initiate his plans a week ahead of schedule."

*Huh, the so-called 'Genius' certainly was impatient.* a third voice, with a notably higher pitch, remarked.

*And do you know who this 'someone who destroyed Doomsday' is?* the first voice inquired.

"I think it was a group of Freedom Fighters."

*Another group?*

"Yeah, a group besides the group in Lower Mobius. I'll have to check with Griff to see if he knows them."

*I thought that area was destroyed when Robotnik took over Mobotropolis.*

"No, the area was saved due to the timely intervention of two Mobians. Anyway, what's more disturbing is this. Snively somehow survived the explosion, and he's in league with... him."

*...Looks like we have another baddie to deal with.* The higher pitched voice noted.

"Yeah, I think it's best that we try to establish contact with the Freedom Fighters in Knothole, they may prove to be a powerful ally."

*Agreed. Knuckles, head to Knothole and establish communication with the Freedom Fighters. The more Mobians who know about us, the better. Snively has plans, I'm sure of that. I fear that they may be most detrimental to our planet's survival.*

"You got it. Knuckles out." Switching off the transmitter, he withdrew a pair of red-and-silver plated gloves with razor-sharp claws from his pack.

He dusted off a thin layer of gray dust that had formed on the gloves.

"Time to give the ol' shovel claws a try." A glimpse of moonlight showed a slight smile on the echidna's face, it had been a while since he had used his old 'Friends'.

He slid on both gloves, tightened their straps, and he dug the claws into the ground. In less than a minute, the echidna had disappeared and a hole about the size of a regular Mobian had been drilled into the ground.

0700 Hours, Present Day, Mobius, The Great Forest, or Knothole

Morning broke over the Great Forest, a grand wood that had stood for over a thousand years. As the sunlight settled in on the various nooks and crannies, it touched upon a hidden village of thatch-roof wooden huts and clear, sparkling waters. The village of Knothole was home to a large group of Mobians known as Freedom Fighters, Citizens who were dedicated to defeating Robotnik and returning freedom to the planet of Mobius.

In one of the huts a blue, anthropomorphic hedgehog lay sleeping in a bed fashioned out of wood and hay. There was a loud rapping sound on the door of the wooden hut. The blue hedgehog wearily opened his eyes.

"Man, what's with the racket?" he thought as he sat up, shook off the covers and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"Sonic?" An old, weary voice spoke from behind the door, "Are you awake?"

Sonic yawned and stretched, "Come on in, Uncle Chuck."

The door opened with a wooden creak, and in it stood a hedgehog about Sonic's height. However, he wasn't your average, run-of-the-mill, flesh and blood hedgehog. Instead, where there had once been spines and flesh was now blue and gray metal plating, with sharp, curved metal protrusions connected to his cranium, and metal protrusions that were meant to be his eyebrows and mustache on his face. He had pitch-black eyes with sharp, red pupils in the center.

"Sonic, Sally's called a meeting."

"What do you think she called it for?" Sonic asked, scratching under his shoulder.

"Beats me." Chuck shrugged, "But she wants everyone in Knothole at the meeting hall, including you."

Sonic groaned, "If Sal has to wake me up in the middle of the night..."

"Actually, it's 7 A.M."

"Why so early?"

"She said that this is extremely important, Sonic. It has to do with Robotropolis."

"Okay, I'm up." Sonic climbed out of bed and rushed past his uncle to the conference hall in a blur of blue and red fur.

The elderly hedgehog shook his head. "Same as always." he thought with a wry smile as he walked down the sunlit dirt path. He wasn't surprised. Even when he was a young hedgehog, Sonic had always had an impulsive behavior streak. Chuck turned and walked in the direction Sonic ran off.

It had only been a day since Dr. Ivo Robotnik's defeat when Sonic and Sally had unleashed the positive energies of the Drood Henge Stones and destroyed The Doomsday Project, and yet it all felt like it had happened years ago. A grand celebration had been held, which was evident by the remains of firework ashes throughout the village.

Just like the other citizens of Knothole, Chuck was glad that Robotnik had been defeated, and following that he had become a citizen of the tiny village. But, even though he was Sonic's uncle, he couldn't help but feel as if he wouldn't ever be fully accepted in Knothole. His presence seemed to raise the other Mobians suspicions about him being a "spy". Whenever he tried to speak with another dweller in Knothole, all he got was a simple "Hi." before they walked away without a second thought.

To add to the stress of his situation, all the other inhabitants of Knothole were normal flesh-and-blood creatures. Chuck himself was different. He was completely roboticized, not a single shred of fur or flesh was visible. He was one of the first to be roboticized during Robotnik's takeover, in the very machine that he, Sir Charles Hedgehog, had created in order to increase the life of an average Mobian. The machine, however, destroyed the very will of the Mobians it transformed into robots.

It had been a terrible experience, his free-will was completely destroyed, and all he did was follow Robotnik's orders like the twisted machine he had become. But then Sonic returned, after all these years, and Chuck, after a brief battle with the roboticizer programming, was able to overcome the evil inside of him.

"Charles, great, you're here."

Chuck looked up. In front of him in the bright light of the morning was a large group of Mobians sitting on logs in front of the stage where they had previously celebrated the night before. The stage was part of the council building, one of the larger buildings in Knothole. It was always used for discussions on missions concerning Robotropolis.

On the stage stood Sally Acorn, Sonic's girlfriend, a brown-furred anthropomorphic teenage hybrid of a squirrel and a chipmunk, with red hair and blue eyes, wearing a blue vest and brown boots. Chuck realized that he had been so lost in thought that he had completely forgotten where he was walking.

"Well, now that I'm here, we might as well start the meeting, Sally." the elderly hedgehog said as he climbed onstage and sat down on a log next to Sonic. Next to Sonic sat Tails, a young fox with two tails, wearing gloves and running sneakers similar to Sonic's. Next to Tails sat Bunnie Rabbot, a brown, anthropomorphic rabbit who had the unfortunate condition of having her legs and right arm roboticized.

"Right." The 16 year old Mobian turned to the large crowd of spectators in the open, sunlit building, "Okay, everyone, I called this meeting because of unforeseen occurrences, and we still have unfinished business in Robotropolis.", Sally turned to the left, "Rotor, are you ready with the presentation?"

"Yeah, it's ready." A chubby blue, teenage anthropomorphic walrus wearing a yellow cap atop his head and a red utility belt strapped around his chest walked onto the center of the stage.

"All right everyone, listen up." Rotor said as he stood up and took center stage, "I've salvaged parts from my workshop, and..."

"And what, sugah?" Bunnie asked.

Rotor sighed, "I hate to say this, but after that Doomsday Pod wrecked my lab, the De-Roboticizer was completely destroyed, and I lost the files for the designs of the original Roboticizer. Without parts and the designs, I can't rebuild the machine, and without it, I can't cure Bunnie or Chuck."

Rotor paused to let the severity of his words sink in. Chuck was already aware of the bad news. For months the Freedom Fighters had been working on an invention to cure both him and Bunnie of their roboticized forms. Speaking of Bunnie, Chuck turned his attention towards the teenage rabbit to see her reaction to the news.

Her shimmering green eyes and slightly drooping ears revealed her reaction. Chuck saw a small tear trickle down her cheek and splash on her roboticized arm. He sympathized with her. Ever since her legs and right arm were roboticized by Robotnik, she had been working with the other Freedom Fighters to find a cure for her 'condition'. And now with this news, it seemed as if she would never be restored to her old self.

"However," Rotor continued, "With some help from Chuck, We have developed a plan to cure not only him and Bunnie, but also every roboticized citizen in Mobius!"

The crowd began to speak quietly amongst themselves. "That's impossible!" One said.

"How could we cure everyone who was roboticized? That could take years!" Another questioned.

Rotor motioned to Chuck, "Uh, Chuck, I could use a little help here."

Chuck stood up, "If you all could direct your attention to the center of the stage." he said as he spoke loudly above the clamor.

Rotor pressed a button on a remote he held in his hand. A hologram generator displayed the smoke-polluted city of Robotropolis, an always dark empire of twisted buildings, craggy structures, and piled-up, rejected machine parts and detritus. Dirty refineries constantly belched smoke into the atmosphere. The image then changed to show Robotnik's main headquarters.

"Rotor and I analyzed the photos Sally gave us of Robotnik's Roboticizer, and I theorized that if we can somehow re-program the machine and wire it to Robotnik's communication terminal, we can send de-roboticization waves across Mobius, via Robotnik's satellites, that will convert all the Robians back into what they were before they were roboticized."

"In words we can understand, Unc?" Sonic asked.

"In other words, every Robian will become regular flesh-and-blood creatures."

"Including me and you, Charles?" Bunnie questioned.

"Yes."

Bunnie stood up, "Well then, what the whoo-ha are we waiting around here for?"

A deep voice broke the silence, "I agree with Bunnie." an anthropomorphic ram wearing a red outfit and brown boots stood up, "If we act now, we may be able to save the Mobians before too late."

"All right, then it's official." Sally declared as she stood up, "We leave for Robotropolis this afternoon!"