Author's note: Just as the first story in this two-part saga, the story
called 'ARK', took Shadow's origin and completely re-wrote it. This story
'Time' take's Sonic's own origin story and spices it up just a little.
This story also set's out to tie up any loose ends that may have been left unthreaded in 'ARK.' This story comes from my head except for an idea concerning Sonic which Thalia Evans thought up. You'll see what that is at the end. Once again, thanks Thalia.
You may find this story boring, or you may find that it is extremely interesting. Let your reviews tell me what you think. Enjoy.
TIMELINE: Its set, once again, in the past. This time 32 years onwards from the events that took place on the space colony ARK. Everybody clear on that? Now lets get on with the story.
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Chapter 1: Survivors.
32 Years ago.
There had been darkness for as long as he could remember. But inbetween the darkness he did remember that sometimes there had been light, but only for a while. Then he was always returned to the darkness. He hated the darkness.
He opened his eyes. The light was dimmer this time, it didn't hurt his eyes as much as before. He stared forwards at the lone figure that stood before him. Though he had seen this person before, he was normally accompanied by others. They always had looked at him as if he had let them down. But now the man was looking at him sadly. Was something wrong?
He quickly glanced around the room. What he could see of it was weird bits of equipment he had no idea about. What they were for was beyond him, it didn't really matter. It never did as he never got to see it for long.
The tall man in front of him, wore a long white overcoat, glasses and a steel grey moustache. He smiled weakly at him.
He still felt a little groggy from the sleep. He wanted to talk, but wasn't sure what he would say if he did. Then the words came to him. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth.
"Who am I? Where am I?" He said. He then stared at the man and added. "Who are you?"
The man sighed in the darkness. The young hedgehog was barely older than five and he still didn't know his own name.
"Your name is Sonic the hedgehog." The man said in response. "Where you are is not important as you will never see here again. What you need to know is this." The man walked forward into the light. "You are a hero, Sonic. You will always strive to help those that are less off than you are."
The young hedgehog stared at the man with his childlike eyes. "Hero?" Sonic parroted.
"Yes, Sonic. A hero." The old man said, smiling gently. "You have something good about you. Something pure. Something that may take a long time to fully surface, but never forget that you are special. You will always be special, and though you have too go now, I want you to remember this. In this world, no matter what happens, you will never be alone."
Sonic's young eyes widened. "Why do I have to go?" He asked softly. He didn't want to go back into the darkness. Not again. Not ever. He hated it there. It was lonely in the darkness. No on could hear you scream there.
The old man turned around and pressed something on a nearby terminal. He then stared at the computer terminal. Not looking back at Sonic, the man spoke. "You have to go because it is no longer safe for you."
Sonic looked around from inside the capsule, his wide eyes taking in everything. The floor had begun to move. Was he being freed? The ground continued to shift and slide. What was happening?
Sonic looked up at the man. "Did I do something wrong?" He said simply.
The old man turned to Sonic, meeting his stare. Sonic watched as tears rolled down the mans cheek from behind his glasses. Before Sonic could say or do anything else he found that he to was crying.
"No." The man whispered. "You have done nothing wrong. Your perfect just the way you are."
The man walked forwards, as Sonic's capsule sunk into the floor. Sonic never once broke the stare between him and the old man. As the floor closed above him he begun to cry.
Then the mans voice Sonic heard one last time. "I hope life treats you well, Sonic the hedgehog. Find your way to my grandson, Ovi Kintobor. He'll look after you." The floor closed above him and Sonic was once again trapped in the darkness he hated so much. Then there was a rushing sound and Sonic's capsule was shot into space.
Sonic stared out at the new darkness he saw. It was unlike any darkness he'd ever seen. It contained hundreds of thousands of little white lights, all shining at him.
There was a hissing sound from inside the capsule as some sort of gas was pumped back into the capsule. As Sonic breathed it in deeply he suddenly felt very tired. Closing his tear filled eyes Sonic the Hedgehog went to sleep as his capsule entered Mobius' atmosphere and plummeted to the surface.
* * * *
The Space Colony ARK had been home to hundreds, maybe thousands of people, all brought together by Dr Gerald Kintobor, probably the greatest scientist of his time.
Most of the people gathered were scientists in their own rights and helped contribute to Gerald's dream. The creation of the Ultimate Lifeform. A creature that would guard and protect mankind forever. He, however, also created the Eclipse Cannon as a means of protecting Mobius from asteroids that could wipe out all life with one hit.
Of course, his plans where well known but not everyone shared his dream. Some looked upon what Gerald was doing with threatened eyes. They believed that he would use his Eclipse Cannon on the world below, and then send out his Ultimate Lifeform to take control.
The military organization called G.U.N attacked the space station and slaughtered or captured all who were involved. It was here that the Doctor's granddaughter, Maria Kintobor, was killed.
Shortly afterwards Dr Gerald Kintobor was taken captive and transported to Prison Island, where he briefly joined his Ultimate Lifeform, 'Project Shadow', which had also been captured, before it was placed into hibernation.
Gerald died on Prison Island. Whether he was killed, or died of natural causes, is still unknown but the military were still not content. There was still one person who could still prove to be a threat if he ever continued his grandfather's work. That person was Ovi Kintobor, grandson to Gerald, and brother to Maria.
In an attempt to capture young Ovi, G.U.N had tracked him to his home where they had attempted to take him in. However, the mission had been met with failure as Ovi had escaped. Where to and how was never understood.
Ovi had last been seen entering a portal of some kind, which the operatives of G.U.N had fired on. Then the portal had, in their own words, ceased to exist.
32 years had gone by, and all who had been involved in the ARK incident had either died or disappeared leaving only questions, with hardly any answers.
Facts became half truths. Half truths became stories. And the stories told tales of secrets, deception and ghosts.
* * * *
There was a ghost story that had been told to children for a few years now. It was of a house that resided in a small, abandoned and rundown district just East of the Metropolis Zone. The House of Screams, it had been called by the children.
It was said to have once been the home of a human that had angered something of great power. This 'thing' had sent its little minions after the human who had run, until he was trapped here, in this very house.
Here he was confronted by the minions who attacked him. For the crimes against their master the human had committed, the minions dished out to him the ultimate punishment. Summoning forth a huge white demon, the human had been fed to it and was swallowed whole. Inside the demon he would remain, tormented for all eternity.
The reason the house was given the name The House of Screams was because people had said for years that on a quite night you could still hear the tortured screams of the human as he was slowly digested inside the belly of the beast.
Of course the three Mobian children that sat inside the house now knew that there were no all powerful 'things' floating around, and they didn't have minions to do their every bidding. There was never a white demon and as for the human, well human's were said to have become extinct years ago on Mobius. Anyone who knows anything about human's knew that.
The kids knew that it was just a story made up to scare them, just like all ghost stories.
What the children didn't know was that every story, no matter how unrealistic it may sound, is based on something that actually happened.
Stories are not made up. They're not just created. Stories live. Stories breath. They're told and retold over and over again. They change along the way, as knew things are added, but at the core their is a truth, or maybe a half-truth, spurring the story on.
Sooner or later all stories once again became true.
"I don't see what you guys where so afraid of." One of the children said. "Ain't nothing here but dust and webs."
"What do you mean 'you guys' Sparky? Your the one who made the most fuss." Another child said.
The child named Sparky smiled sheepishly. "I never said I was afraid."
"Its written on your face." Another child spoke up.
"It is not." Sparky said angrily. "You said that you were scared of this place, I remember. You said so the other day, Charley. I remember."
"Will you guys hush all ready." Another voice said. "I thought I heard something"
They all froze as they imagined all the something's that someone could possibly hear. Most of which included creatures with more eyes and tentacles than they knew what to do with.
"What did you hear, Timmy?" Asked Sparky, suddenly very suspicious of the dust and webs.
"I thought I heard something. Like a scream or something." Timmy said.
"Stop teasing." Said Sally. She was a girl, and a stern believer that ghost stories were just stories. "That's the lamest thing I've ever heard. A scream in a house called the house of screams. That's so lame-!"
"Hush!" Timmy said quickly. "There it is again."
"Your hearing things." Sally said before anyone could even listen for sounds. "There nothing here but you guys and-!"
Timmy clapped his hand over Sally's mouth, his eyes wide and ears pricked. And there it was. It started ever so quietly, but grew with incredible speed into something so terrible and frightening.
The scream echoed through the house, scaring the living daylights out of the assembled children. In one movement they got up and ran. They ran with everything they had.
The screamed echoed around the room as something sparked into existence. A moment ago there had been nothing there, but now a growing white screen was growing.
The white screen grew to what must have been its full size before a face appeared on it. The face contorted in pain, as red electricity crackled about it. It then gritted its teeth, and let out one last agonized scream of pain.
An outline of a figure appeared on the white screen, and then promptly fell through, collapsing to the ground, where it lay unconscious.
The red electricity disappeared, and the entity, known as the Omni-Viewer, relaxed as the pain left. It opened its eyes and looked around the room. He then looked down at the human that had fallen out of him.
"Ovi!" Omni-Viewer said. "Ovi are you Ok?"
* * * *
32 years ago a capsule ripped through Mobius' atmosphere and plummeted into and area just East of what is now known as Metropolis City. Tearing through what was once a vast forest, before it was cut down, the capsule hit the ground like a bomb, leaving a crater just as a meteor would.
The capsule was damaged by the collision, but it was not destroyed. It had been built to last, just the same as the creature that resided inside.
The damage caused the capsule to malfunction, causing its programs to acquire a technical glitch, which entered it into a state of suspended animation.
At the bottom of its crater the capsule, and its occupant, slept. Over time the crater filled up with water and became forgotten by any that may have knew of its existence.
The years past and the forest area was cut back to make way for the growing urban area now known as Metropolis Zone City, but the small patch where the capsule had hit, was never bothered. The City expanded Northwards, allowing the crash site to the East to stay untouched for 32 years.
Considering the amount of time the capsule was under the water it did well to maintain itself for as long as it did. However, as was to be expected, the capsule finally breakdown and its occupant that had been sleeping for 32 years, was awoken.
There was a sudden feeling of his air being pulled away from him as he opened his eyes once again. But this time he didn't see the dimly-lit room he had once been quite accustomed to. This time he found himself submerged in water.
Like a child that had fallen into the deep end of a swimming pool, he begun to frantically try to escape the hellish nightmare as his panicking mind pumped adrenaline into his body.
Looking upwards he saw the surface. Though he had never been in a position like this before he knew that by going up there he would become much safer.
He reached upwards and kicked with his legs, but something held him in place.
Turning to look down he found his foot was stuck inside the capsule. He reached down and pulled at his foot, causing the capsule to open even more releasing what was left of the air that was inside.
His foot came loose, and as he turned to reach upwards something bubbled in his head. Something he would never forget.
He closed his eyes as he got further and further up. His air was running out. He didn't have much time left. He had to make it.
The surface of the pool exploded upwards as the brown hedgehog burst out of his own personal hell. He gasped in the air deeply. It hurt his lungs to do so, but it didn't mean that he'd stop. He wanted to make sure that the air never left his lungs again.
He swam to the edge of the pool and hauled himself out. He coughed up some water that had gone down the wrong hole, as he crawled along the ground for a while, slowly swaying from side-to-side.
"I- I hate water!" The hedgehog muttered to himself, and then collapsed.
* * * *
Ovi Kintobor slowly opened his eyes and raised his face off of the cold floor he was lying on.
"What the-?" He muttered as he looked up to see his home. "What's going on here?"
"Ovi, you are okay?" Came a voice from above.
Ovi turned to see the Omni-Viewer. "What happened?" He said getting up. "What did you do? Where are the G.U.N soldiers?"
The big white face of the Omni-Viewer took on a puzzled look. "Something happened." The entity answered. "After you jumped into me I was shot. The blast scrambled my circuits momentarily and I lost control of my powers."
Ovi looked around the room. There was dust everywhere, as if the place had been abandoned for centuries, but that was impossible unless.
"Omni, what happened? Why is everything so different?" Ovi said, glaring at the entity.
"My powers span not only over space, but time as well. The blast caused me to enter a state of suspended animation, until my programs had fixed themselves." Omni said. "This they have done, but there was a side affect. I was created to work effectively within the dimension of my creators, and so I was made within the parameters of their homeworld's warped time and other oddities."
"What are you telling me?" Ovi asked simply.
"Had this happened while I was in the dimension of my creators I would have shut down and rebooted within a day or to. But Mobius' time is different. To my circuits I have been shut down and I have fixed myself in just two days. However, I have been out of commission here for far longer."
Ovi Kintobor turned and walked over to the window. The blinds that once hung there had not doubt fallen, or been stolen, leaving the bare window for him to stare out of. Everything outside was different. In the distance he could see Sky Scrapers, had a new city been built?
"How long have we been gone?" Ovi asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.
There was a brief silence as the Omni-Viewer calculated this. "32 years, 3 months, 12 days, 22 hours, 20 minutes and 46 seconds."
Ovi stared out of the window at the setting Sun. "What became of my family, Omni-Viewer?"
The Omni-Viewer paused for only a second as its vast mind downloaded all information about the Kintobor family to appear over the last 32 years. "Your family died, Ovi." Omni answered finally. "Maria died aboard the space station A.R.K, where she apparently helped your grandfather's Project Shadow to escape. While your grandfather, Gerald Kintobor, died while in custody of the organization called G.U.N, which fell apart some 12 years ago."
"So I'm the soul survivor of my family." Ovi said to himself, as he closed his eyes. A silent tear rolled down his face. "Can anything be done?" He muttered.
"History cannot be changed, Ovi. This is how it was meant to be. To change the past could alter the present in ways completely unimaginable."
Ovi lowered his head. "No. Ofcourse not. Who am I to change time?" He stood there, at the window, for what seemed like an eternity before he finally turned around to face the Omni-Viewer.
"Well, shall we get to work. This place really needs a good cleaning."
* * * *
The cold air swept down through the tree's to an unconscious body as it begun to rain. The cold air and, even colder rain, caused the small animal to shiver as it woke up.
The hedgehog got up. For a long while he just looked around, as the rain poured down on him, as if he was trying to find some sort of landmark. Finally he looked up into the night sky. The rain clouds where all around him, except for a small patch just to the right. It wasn't a very big clearing, but through it he could still see the stars.
He didn't know why, but for some reason he could tell where he was just by looking at them. He could read them just as any normal person would read a map.
Turning around slightly in the rain, he took another look up at the stars through the clearing, and walked in the direction something in his mind told him was right.
* * * *
Some two hours later Ovi Kintobor stood in the middle of a well cleaned room, feather duster in hand, wearing a pink apron.
He smiled to himself. "Now that's more like it." He said to himself, as the Omni-Viewer came into the room. "Very homely."
"I have finished, Ovi." The Omni-Viewer said.
Ovi turned to the floating face and smiled. "What?"
"You showed me your blueprints for the technology you had hoped to build one day before you started cleaning." The Omni-Viewer reminded Ovi, as it turned and lead him along the long corridor towards the back room. "I used my powers to create the machines you designed. Ofcourse, I had to modify various parts to make sure that they would work more effectively. I hope you don't mind, Ovi."
"You had to modify my work, eh?" Ovi muttered. "Well as long as you explain to me what you changed, I guess we'll leave it down to teamwork. Oh, and do call my 'Dr' Ovi Kintobor, that is my name now after all."
The Omni-Viewer floated on in silence smiling to himself. "Sorry Doctor."
"So when you said that you built my designs," Dr Ovi started up again. "Just how many did you put together?" Ovi asked as he walked into the back room.
Ovi instantly stopped as he stared into the back room. No longer than two hours ago it had been as empty as any other 32 year old abandoned house.
But now, now it was jammed full of so much technology, that he himself had designed long ago, that his mind instantly begun to race through all the technological advances in science he could discover.
"All of them." The Omni-Viewer said simply as it hovered in the center of the room. "Is that okay?"
Ovi was gobsmacked, as he walked further into the back room. Finally he spoke. "This is simply incredible. You are simply incredible. This is fantastic! You are fantastic. Everything, its all here."
Ovi looked around the room like a child who had woken up to find a huge pile of Christmas presents for him, and him alone. He then froze as he saw one machine in particular.
It was something he had designed with his grandfather, the late Dr Gerald Kintobor. It was called the Retro-Orbital Chaos Compressor, or the R.O.C.C for short. Ovi and Gerald had designed it together as a means of storing Chaos Energy, and here it was every bit as great as he had always believed it would be. But somehow it still seemed empty without Gerald here.
Unexpectedly there was a loud thud at the door. Ovi turned around, wiping the tears that had formed in his eyes away. "Who could that be?" He sniffed, walking back through the back room, and along the long corridor, to the front room as he headed for the front door. "The land lord, come to collect the 32 year old rent maybe?" He mused to himself in an attempt to lighten his spirits.
He reached the door and pulled it open and let in a very cold wind, and a lot of rain. Ovi looked down on the silhouetted figure that stood before him. "And who may you be?" He asked.
The brown hedgehog looked up at the figure in front of it. Its eyes narrowed.
Sonic the hedgehog gazed up at the human in front of him. He looked familiar. He felt as though there should be a name that he should remember. What was it again? "Ovi Kintobor?" Sonic muttered.
Sonic turned his head on its side and stared at the human, rain dripped from his soaking wet quills as he did so. This wasn't the human he remembered from what seemed like a lifetime ago. This one was younger and thinner. But the face, the face was almost identical.
Dr Ovi Kintobor pulled the door open further allowing the light to shine out on the hedgehog, allowing him to get a better look at the small brown hedgehog.
"Who are you, and how do you know my name little one?" Ovi asked.
"Ovi Kintobor?" Sonic said again. "Are you Ovi Kintobor?"
Ovi stared at the brown hedgehog, completely soaked, standing in the rain. "Yes. That's me. I am Ovi Kintobor. Now who are you."
Sonic's little face smiled weakly. "My name- my name is Sonic the hedgehog." Said Sonic. "I'm a hero." He then collapsed forwards, hit the floor and fell unconscious.
This story also set's out to tie up any loose ends that may have been left unthreaded in 'ARK.' This story comes from my head except for an idea concerning Sonic which Thalia Evans thought up. You'll see what that is at the end. Once again, thanks Thalia.
You may find this story boring, or you may find that it is extremely interesting. Let your reviews tell me what you think. Enjoy.
TIMELINE: Its set, once again, in the past. This time 32 years onwards from the events that took place on the space colony ARK. Everybody clear on that? Now lets get on with the story.
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Chapter 1: Survivors.
32 Years ago.
There had been darkness for as long as he could remember. But inbetween the darkness he did remember that sometimes there had been light, but only for a while. Then he was always returned to the darkness. He hated the darkness.
He opened his eyes. The light was dimmer this time, it didn't hurt his eyes as much as before. He stared forwards at the lone figure that stood before him. Though he had seen this person before, he was normally accompanied by others. They always had looked at him as if he had let them down. But now the man was looking at him sadly. Was something wrong?
He quickly glanced around the room. What he could see of it was weird bits of equipment he had no idea about. What they were for was beyond him, it didn't really matter. It never did as he never got to see it for long.
The tall man in front of him, wore a long white overcoat, glasses and a steel grey moustache. He smiled weakly at him.
He still felt a little groggy from the sleep. He wanted to talk, but wasn't sure what he would say if he did. Then the words came to him. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth.
"Who am I? Where am I?" He said. He then stared at the man and added. "Who are you?"
The man sighed in the darkness. The young hedgehog was barely older than five and he still didn't know his own name.
"Your name is Sonic the hedgehog." The man said in response. "Where you are is not important as you will never see here again. What you need to know is this." The man walked forward into the light. "You are a hero, Sonic. You will always strive to help those that are less off than you are."
The young hedgehog stared at the man with his childlike eyes. "Hero?" Sonic parroted.
"Yes, Sonic. A hero." The old man said, smiling gently. "You have something good about you. Something pure. Something that may take a long time to fully surface, but never forget that you are special. You will always be special, and though you have too go now, I want you to remember this. In this world, no matter what happens, you will never be alone."
Sonic's young eyes widened. "Why do I have to go?" He asked softly. He didn't want to go back into the darkness. Not again. Not ever. He hated it there. It was lonely in the darkness. No on could hear you scream there.
The old man turned around and pressed something on a nearby terminal. He then stared at the computer terminal. Not looking back at Sonic, the man spoke. "You have to go because it is no longer safe for you."
Sonic looked around from inside the capsule, his wide eyes taking in everything. The floor had begun to move. Was he being freed? The ground continued to shift and slide. What was happening?
Sonic looked up at the man. "Did I do something wrong?" He said simply.
The old man turned to Sonic, meeting his stare. Sonic watched as tears rolled down the mans cheek from behind his glasses. Before Sonic could say or do anything else he found that he to was crying.
"No." The man whispered. "You have done nothing wrong. Your perfect just the way you are."
The man walked forwards, as Sonic's capsule sunk into the floor. Sonic never once broke the stare between him and the old man. As the floor closed above him he begun to cry.
Then the mans voice Sonic heard one last time. "I hope life treats you well, Sonic the hedgehog. Find your way to my grandson, Ovi Kintobor. He'll look after you." The floor closed above him and Sonic was once again trapped in the darkness he hated so much. Then there was a rushing sound and Sonic's capsule was shot into space.
Sonic stared out at the new darkness he saw. It was unlike any darkness he'd ever seen. It contained hundreds of thousands of little white lights, all shining at him.
There was a hissing sound from inside the capsule as some sort of gas was pumped back into the capsule. As Sonic breathed it in deeply he suddenly felt very tired. Closing his tear filled eyes Sonic the Hedgehog went to sleep as his capsule entered Mobius' atmosphere and plummeted to the surface.
* * * *
The Space Colony ARK had been home to hundreds, maybe thousands of people, all brought together by Dr Gerald Kintobor, probably the greatest scientist of his time.
Most of the people gathered were scientists in their own rights and helped contribute to Gerald's dream. The creation of the Ultimate Lifeform. A creature that would guard and protect mankind forever. He, however, also created the Eclipse Cannon as a means of protecting Mobius from asteroids that could wipe out all life with one hit.
Of course, his plans where well known but not everyone shared his dream. Some looked upon what Gerald was doing with threatened eyes. They believed that he would use his Eclipse Cannon on the world below, and then send out his Ultimate Lifeform to take control.
The military organization called G.U.N attacked the space station and slaughtered or captured all who were involved. It was here that the Doctor's granddaughter, Maria Kintobor, was killed.
Shortly afterwards Dr Gerald Kintobor was taken captive and transported to Prison Island, where he briefly joined his Ultimate Lifeform, 'Project Shadow', which had also been captured, before it was placed into hibernation.
Gerald died on Prison Island. Whether he was killed, or died of natural causes, is still unknown but the military were still not content. There was still one person who could still prove to be a threat if he ever continued his grandfather's work. That person was Ovi Kintobor, grandson to Gerald, and brother to Maria.
In an attempt to capture young Ovi, G.U.N had tracked him to his home where they had attempted to take him in. However, the mission had been met with failure as Ovi had escaped. Where to and how was never understood.
Ovi had last been seen entering a portal of some kind, which the operatives of G.U.N had fired on. Then the portal had, in their own words, ceased to exist.
32 years had gone by, and all who had been involved in the ARK incident had either died or disappeared leaving only questions, with hardly any answers.
Facts became half truths. Half truths became stories. And the stories told tales of secrets, deception and ghosts.
* * * *
There was a ghost story that had been told to children for a few years now. It was of a house that resided in a small, abandoned and rundown district just East of the Metropolis Zone. The House of Screams, it had been called by the children.
It was said to have once been the home of a human that had angered something of great power. This 'thing' had sent its little minions after the human who had run, until he was trapped here, in this very house.
Here he was confronted by the minions who attacked him. For the crimes against their master the human had committed, the minions dished out to him the ultimate punishment. Summoning forth a huge white demon, the human had been fed to it and was swallowed whole. Inside the demon he would remain, tormented for all eternity.
The reason the house was given the name The House of Screams was because people had said for years that on a quite night you could still hear the tortured screams of the human as he was slowly digested inside the belly of the beast.
Of course the three Mobian children that sat inside the house now knew that there were no all powerful 'things' floating around, and they didn't have minions to do their every bidding. There was never a white demon and as for the human, well human's were said to have become extinct years ago on Mobius. Anyone who knows anything about human's knew that.
The kids knew that it was just a story made up to scare them, just like all ghost stories.
What the children didn't know was that every story, no matter how unrealistic it may sound, is based on something that actually happened.
Stories are not made up. They're not just created. Stories live. Stories breath. They're told and retold over and over again. They change along the way, as knew things are added, but at the core their is a truth, or maybe a half-truth, spurring the story on.
Sooner or later all stories once again became true.
"I don't see what you guys where so afraid of." One of the children said. "Ain't nothing here but dust and webs."
"What do you mean 'you guys' Sparky? Your the one who made the most fuss." Another child said.
The child named Sparky smiled sheepishly. "I never said I was afraid."
"Its written on your face." Another child spoke up.
"It is not." Sparky said angrily. "You said that you were scared of this place, I remember. You said so the other day, Charley. I remember."
"Will you guys hush all ready." Another voice said. "I thought I heard something"
They all froze as they imagined all the something's that someone could possibly hear. Most of which included creatures with more eyes and tentacles than they knew what to do with.
"What did you hear, Timmy?" Asked Sparky, suddenly very suspicious of the dust and webs.
"I thought I heard something. Like a scream or something." Timmy said.
"Stop teasing." Said Sally. She was a girl, and a stern believer that ghost stories were just stories. "That's the lamest thing I've ever heard. A scream in a house called the house of screams. That's so lame-!"
"Hush!" Timmy said quickly. "There it is again."
"Your hearing things." Sally said before anyone could even listen for sounds. "There nothing here but you guys and-!"
Timmy clapped his hand over Sally's mouth, his eyes wide and ears pricked. And there it was. It started ever so quietly, but grew with incredible speed into something so terrible and frightening.
The scream echoed through the house, scaring the living daylights out of the assembled children. In one movement they got up and ran. They ran with everything they had.
The screamed echoed around the room as something sparked into existence. A moment ago there had been nothing there, but now a growing white screen was growing.
The white screen grew to what must have been its full size before a face appeared on it. The face contorted in pain, as red electricity crackled about it. It then gritted its teeth, and let out one last agonized scream of pain.
An outline of a figure appeared on the white screen, and then promptly fell through, collapsing to the ground, where it lay unconscious.
The red electricity disappeared, and the entity, known as the Omni-Viewer, relaxed as the pain left. It opened its eyes and looked around the room. He then looked down at the human that had fallen out of him.
"Ovi!" Omni-Viewer said. "Ovi are you Ok?"
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32 years ago a capsule ripped through Mobius' atmosphere and plummeted into and area just East of what is now known as Metropolis City. Tearing through what was once a vast forest, before it was cut down, the capsule hit the ground like a bomb, leaving a crater just as a meteor would.
The capsule was damaged by the collision, but it was not destroyed. It had been built to last, just the same as the creature that resided inside.
The damage caused the capsule to malfunction, causing its programs to acquire a technical glitch, which entered it into a state of suspended animation.
At the bottom of its crater the capsule, and its occupant, slept. Over time the crater filled up with water and became forgotten by any that may have knew of its existence.
The years past and the forest area was cut back to make way for the growing urban area now known as Metropolis Zone City, but the small patch where the capsule had hit, was never bothered. The City expanded Northwards, allowing the crash site to the East to stay untouched for 32 years.
Considering the amount of time the capsule was under the water it did well to maintain itself for as long as it did. However, as was to be expected, the capsule finally breakdown and its occupant that had been sleeping for 32 years, was awoken.
There was a sudden feeling of his air being pulled away from him as he opened his eyes once again. But this time he didn't see the dimly-lit room he had once been quite accustomed to. This time he found himself submerged in water.
Like a child that had fallen into the deep end of a swimming pool, he begun to frantically try to escape the hellish nightmare as his panicking mind pumped adrenaline into his body.
Looking upwards he saw the surface. Though he had never been in a position like this before he knew that by going up there he would become much safer.
He reached upwards and kicked with his legs, but something held him in place.
Turning to look down he found his foot was stuck inside the capsule. He reached down and pulled at his foot, causing the capsule to open even more releasing what was left of the air that was inside.
His foot came loose, and as he turned to reach upwards something bubbled in his head. Something he would never forget.
He closed his eyes as he got further and further up. His air was running out. He didn't have much time left. He had to make it.
The surface of the pool exploded upwards as the brown hedgehog burst out of his own personal hell. He gasped in the air deeply. It hurt his lungs to do so, but it didn't mean that he'd stop. He wanted to make sure that the air never left his lungs again.
He swam to the edge of the pool and hauled himself out. He coughed up some water that had gone down the wrong hole, as he crawled along the ground for a while, slowly swaying from side-to-side.
"I- I hate water!" The hedgehog muttered to himself, and then collapsed.
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Ovi Kintobor slowly opened his eyes and raised his face off of the cold floor he was lying on.
"What the-?" He muttered as he looked up to see his home. "What's going on here?"
"Ovi, you are okay?" Came a voice from above.
Ovi turned to see the Omni-Viewer. "What happened?" He said getting up. "What did you do? Where are the G.U.N soldiers?"
The big white face of the Omni-Viewer took on a puzzled look. "Something happened." The entity answered. "After you jumped into me I was shot. The blast scrambled my circuits momentarily and I lost control of my powers."
Ovi looked around the room. There was dust everywhere, as if the place had been abandoned for centuries, but that was impossible unless.
"Omni, what happened? Why is everything so different?" Ovi said, glaring at the entity.
"My powers span not only over space, but time as well. The blast caused me to enter a state of suspended animation, until my programs had fixed themselves." Omni said. "This they have done, but there was a side affect. I was created to work effectively within the dimension of my creators, and so I was made within the parameters of their homeworld's warped time and other oddities."
"What are you telling me?" Ovi asked simply.
"Had this happened while I was in the dimension of my creators I would have shut down and rebooted within a day or to. But Mobius' time is different. To my circuits I have been shut down and I have fixed myself in just two days. However, I have been out of commission here for far longer."
Ovi Kintobor turned and walked over to the window. The blinds that once hung there had not doubt fallen, or been stolen, leaving the bare window for him to stare out of. Everything outside was different. In the distance he could see Sky Scrapers, had a new city been built?
"How long have we been gone?" Ovi asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.
There was a brief silence as the Omni-Viewer calculated this. "32 years, 3 months, 12 days, 22 hours, 20 minutes and 46 seconds."
Ovi stared out of the window at the setting Sun. "What became of my family, Omni-Viewer?"
The Omni-Viewer paused for only a second as its vast mind downloaded all information about the Kintobor family to appear over the last 32 years. "Your family died, Ovi." Omni answered finally. "Maria died aboard the space station A.R.K, where she apparently helped your grandfather's Project Shadow to escape. While your grandfather, Gerald Kintobor, died while in custody of the organization called G.U.N, which fell apart some 12 years ago."
"So I'm the soul survivor of my family." Ovi said to himself, as he closed his eyes. A silent tear rolled down his face. "Can anything be done?" He muttered.
"History cannot be changed, Ovi. This is how it was meant to be. To change the past could alter the present in ways completely unimaginable."
Ovi lowered his head. "No. Ofcourse not. Who am I to change time?" He stood there, at the window, for what seemed like an eternity before he finally turned around to face the Omni-Viewer.
"Well, shall we get to work. This place really needs a good cleaning."
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The cold air swept down through the tree's to an unconscious body as it begun to rain. The cold air and, even colder rain, caused the small animal to shiver as it woke up.
The hedgehog got up. For a long while he just looked around, as the rain poured down on him, as if he was trying to find some sort of landmark. Finally he looked up into the night sky. The rain clouds where all around him, except for a small patch just to the right. It wasn't a very big clearing, but through it he could still see the stars.
He didn't know why, but for some reason he could tell where he was just by looking at them. He could read them just as any normal person would read a map.
Turning around slightly in the rain, he took another look up at the stars through the clearing, and walked in the direction something in his mind told him was right.
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Some two hours later Ovi Kintobor stood in the middle of a well cleaned room, feather duster in hand, wearing a pink apron.
He smiled to himself. "Now that's more like it." He said to himself, as the Omni-Viewer came into the room. "Very homely."
"I have finished, Ovi." The Omni-Viewer said.
Ovi turned to the floating face and smiled. "What?"
"You showed me your blueprints for the technology you had hoped to build one day before you started cleaning." The Omni-Viewer reminded Ovi, as it turned and lead him along the long corridor towards the back room. "I used my powers to create the machines you designed. Ofcourse, I had to modify various parts to make sure that they would work more effectively. I hope you don't mind, Ovi."
"You had to modify my work, eh?" Ovi muttered. "Well as long as you explain to me what you changed, I guess we'll leave it down to teamwork. Oh, and do call my 'Dr' Ovi Kintobor, that is my name now after all."
The Omni-Viewer floated on in silence smiling to himself. "Sorry Doctor."
"So when you said that you built my designs," Dr Ovi started up again. "Just how many did you put together?" Ovi asked as he walked into the back room.
Ovi instantly stopped as he stared into the back room. No longer than two hours ago it had been as empty as any other 32 year old abandoned house.
But now, now it was jammed full of so much technology, that he himself had designed long ago, that his mind instantly begun to race through all the technological advances in science he could discover.
"All of them." The Omni-Viewer said simply as it hovered in the center of the room. "Is that okay?"
Ovi was gobsmacked, as he walked further into the back room. Finally he spoke. "This is simply incredible. You are simply incredible. This is fantastic! You are fantastic. Everything, its all here."
Ovi looked around the room like a child who had woken up to find a huge pile of Christmas presents for him, and him alone. He then froze as he saw one machine in particular.
It was something he had designed with his grandfather, the late Dr Gerald Kintobor. It was called the Retro-Orbital Chaos Compressor, or the R.O.C.C for short. Ovi and Gerald had designed it together as a means of storing Chaos Energy, and here it was every bit as great as he had always believed it would be. But somehow it still seemed empty without Gerald here.
Unexpectedly there was a loud thud at the door. Ovi turned around, wiping the tears that had formed in his eyes away. "Who could that be?" He sniffed, walking back through the back room, and along the long corridor, to the front room as he headed for the front door. "The land lord, come to collect the 32 year old rent maybe?" He mused to himself in an attempt to lighten his spirits.
He reached the door and pulled it open and let in a very cold wind, and a lot of rain. Ovi looked down on the silhouetted figure that stood before him. "And who may you be?" He asked.
The brown hedgehog looked up at the figure in front of it. Its eyes narrowed.
Sonic the hedgehog gazed up at the human in front of him. He looked familiar. He felt as though there should be a name that he should remember. What was it again? "Ovi Kintobor?" Sonic muttered.
Sonic turned his head on its side and stared at the human, rain dripped from his soaking wet quills as he did so. This wasn't the human he remembered from what seemed like a lifetime ago. This one was younger and thinner. But the face, the face was almost identical.
Dr Ovi Kintobor pulled the door open further allowing the light to shine out on the hedgehog, allowing him to get a better look at the small brown hedgehog.
"Who are you, and how do you know my name little one?" Ovi asked.
"Ovi Kintobor?" Sonic said again. "Are you Ovi Kintobor?"
Ovi stared at the brown hedgehog, completely soaked, standing in the rain. "Yes. That's me. I am Ovi Kintobor. Now who are you."
Sonic's little face smiled weakly. "My name- my name is Sonic the hedgehog." Said Sonic. "I'm a hero." He then collapsed forwards, hit the floor and fell unconscious.