Hey guys, here's my first fanfic of Sonic The Hedgehog.

This story may have some things that might offend you, so you've been warned. With that being said, enjoy. ^.^

Sonic's stomach was hurting, but at least he didn't have explosive diarrhea. As he made his way slowly down to the basement, a thought had occurred.

I'm too slow.

Ashamed of the fact that he couldn't move as fast as he wanted, the hedgehog took steps, reaching the doorknob and entering the cold, dusty basement. He rubbed his stomach and winced, the pain taking a nasty toll on him.

Once more, a thought had occurred.

What have I been doing all my life?

He remembered clearly now.

He boiled Eggman.
He knocked Knuckles out for good.
He had lots and lots of rape sex with Tails, causing the two tailed-fox's insides to be crushed, finally killing him.
He cut Amy's body open and forced her intestines down her throat, causing her to die from suffocation.
He dumped Blaze in an ocean of water for her to drown.
He shoved Froggy up Big's rectum too deep that it caused major bleeding and death.
He used Silver as a bag of weed, causing him to be burned alive.
He made homemade Vanilla ice cream with Cream and some Cheese on top.

That's right, they all kept going on and on about how much they needed his help, wanted to talk nonsense to him, wanting to fight him, that he had finally snapped.

He winced once more as he saw the old, dusty dresser with a scalpel on there. He knew that Tails was secretly a mad scientist who had experimented on innocent animals. Silly boy, was what the hedgehog thought as he made his way there and grabbed the scalpel and sighed lowly, pain coursing in his stomach. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, ever so ready.

With one clean, deep slice, his intestines came out of him as blood gushed out of his body. His body twitched but the hedgehog did his best to fight the shock and complete pain and suffering. His eyes were wide as he grabbed his intestines with his twitching hands, his gloves getting his blood soaked on them, as his mouth was an inch away from his organ.

Weakly, he opened his mouth and took a bite, weakly tasting and chewing his own organ. He then got on his knees and almost fell due to the amount of blood loss with the intestines still in his bloody hands. However, he gave a very weak smile and nodded as he tasted something familiar, savoring the taste of his own intestine.

Chili dog.

Yet he did stick his tongue out as he had also tasted what would have been his feces as well. But ever so slowly and weakly, he continued eating, savoring the taste of what was left of the chili dog with the nasty taste of his forming feces. He could smell and taste his own blood as well, and his eyes began to go lifeless as he madly was eating himself up, enjoying his taste with the exception of what would have become his feces.

A relief was finally coursing through his body as his stomach stopped hurting. The hedgehog was lying on the floor now with the rest of his intestine sticking out of his mouth as he laid still, seeing his blood in front of him which was formed into a blood pool all over him.

His eyes were lifeless and his body was completely still, his breathing stopping for good.

A low sound of farting could then be heard...oh wonderful, sweet relief...

Hope you enjoyed reading it. If you have any thoughts about this, please do let me know by reviewing or messaging me. ^.^

Remember, a good hedgehog is a dead hedgehog.