Disclaimer: The title character is mine entirely. The others… eh, you know.
Author's note: Since I've kind of gotten bored with "Red and Purple" for the moment, I've decided to pull up a new story. I really don't know where I'm going with this, but rest assured, I'm going somewhere. I hope this concept isn't too overdone. Of course, that didn't stop me when I wrote "A Boundary Crossed."
Prologue
BZZT! BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!
"Ugh. Is it morning already? I was right in the middle of a great dream."
With a big yawn, he climbed out of bed, wondering how the day ahead would go. On all four sides of his room were posters depicting Sonic the Hedgehog; he paused and looked admiringly at the one nearest the bed for a few seconds.
The room, an apartment in the city, was just like any other at first glance, but he had taken measures to make it truly his own. A television with a built-in VHS tape player rested on the cabinet across from the bed.
A bookshelf to the left of the cabinet contained a series of video tapes which he owned. Most of them were recordings of news reports on things like the Chaos incident and the original Shadow fiasco, but they all featured Sonic.
On the other side of the room, a writing desk was positioned against the wall. A few diagrams had been left on the desk, captioned "SONIC SPIN DASH" and "SPIN JUMP," along with a used #2 pencil. One diagram, captioned "HOMING ATTACK," had been left unfinished.
He approached the cabinet and opened the top drawer. The drawer hosted a pile of left-hand white gloves. After choosing one glove, he closed the drawer and opened the next drawer down, revealing a pile of right-hand gloves like the ones in the drawer above.
Once he had two like gloves, he pulled them onto his hands, one at a time. This was the procedure he went through every morning, and it never seemed to change. He liked it this way.
In the corner of his room was the door to the closet. He made this his next stop, and as the door swung open, it revealed a nice pair of roller-skates. These were always kept in as good a condition as possible, since he used them often.
One skate popped onto its respective foot, as did the other. These skates were the fancy type where you could retract the wheels into the shoe when you wanted to walk normally. The wheels were currently retracted, so he wouldn't stumble as he walked across the room.
He paused to admire himself in the bathroom mirror. He had mostly white fur, save for his chest, which was black, and his arms and legs, which displayed intermittent black stripes similar to a tiger's. His tail, which was striped with alternating blacks and whites, twitched slightly behind him.
Just as good-looking as always, he thought to himself, strolling over to the kitchen area. He filled a thermos with 2 percent milk and picked up a granola bar from a basket on the counter. He would consume them later; he wanted to get moving ASAP.
The morning paper had been left at his doorstep. Picking it up, he carefully undressed it and flipped through the pages until he found the horoscope section. Among the various astrological signs was his own, and it read as follows:
AQUARIUS (Jan 21 to Feb 19) - Today's your day. The goal of your dreams is likely to be achieved today. Just press yourself as hard as you can, and you're sure to make it. If you haven't been trying, by all means start now! Later today, you might be able to escape work early by tricking your boss; he'll be particularly gullible today.
"So the heavens have blessed my journey this time around," he said to himself, grabbing his yellow backpack from its spot in the corner. "Today's the day, then. Today's the day I finally get Sonic's autograph."
As an afterthought, he picked up the diagrams that lay on the writing desk and carefully slipped them into the backpack's front pocket before slinging it over his back. "Today's the day I get it, or my name's not Saul the Raccoon!"
Leaving those words in the air, he proudly marched out of the apartment, pausing only to lock the door on his way out.
Well, it's only a prologue. It doesn't have to be TOO long, right?
Secrets: There's actually a backstory behind how I came up with Saul's character. Keep an eye on this section; in future chapters, I'll reveal more details.