Hotel Mobotropolis

Written by The_Griffin

Disclaimer: All characters in this fiction is copyright either Sega or Archie. This story is copyright The_Griffin. I do not own Sonic the Hedgehog. "Hotel California" is copyright The Eagles.

Sonic, the last remaining member of a tribe of Wanderers, staggered through the streets of a dark, barren city, the decrepit and defiled remains of what was Mobotropolis. The wound in his knee, the result of stupidity and arrogance, screamed at Sonic while it stained his matted fur red. His bleary eyes looked forward in an almost robotic determination to reach the relative safety of the barren plains surrounding Robotropolis. His sight grew dim, and in the distance, a flickering light shined, illuminating a sign:

WELCOME TO HOTEL MOBOTROPOLIS

This sight was the last thing that Sonic beheld as his wound finally overtook him, and he collapsed on the grimy road.

(END OF CHAPTER 1)

Author's Note: I know that this is an insanely short chapter (my shortest yet), but I felt that this was the best stopping point.