For all the people that hate that little boy in "Sonic X" stay away. This is just what I think would have happend if Chris didn't let Sonic stay.
Pugde & Sugar: Enjoy.
C chris: You had to make it about me?
A young boy lay on the floor, arms grasping his tattered and bloodgened jeans close to him self. A ball of flesh that looked spat out of a wood chipper that saved the skin for later.
His hair was a brown mop, crusty with blood and dirt with filthy hands, occasionaly rubbinh flakes of the filth from his head onto the floor. The enire room seemed to belong to a wealthy chiled befor, but lie in ruins.
There were no furnatures, just him, in catacomn of a soggy cell block. The woods became fragile and weak while the bricks and walls oozed out a mysterious slime.
'It was three weeks ago.' The boy thought, as he lifted up his defeated and cold dead eyes. 'Just three weeks ago that I had said goodbye. My friends are all gone, my family's most likly's dead, and if I leave this house, i'm dead.'