An: Hey, this plot bunny was hopping in my head so I had to write about it.

Summary: It takes a journey for someone to become who they are. This is Manic the Hedgehogs journey to the cool guy he is now.

I mean lets face the music here, the enviroment Manic grew up in is rough. So I decided to write about, his life at a young age through the show. I'm going to be choosing what eps to use but, if you have a suggestion send in a review, or a PM.

WARNING: 1.) This is T for a REASON! There is swearing and violence, I Promise you I will use a word that rhymes with duck, and others, so if you're not mature enough to read this, please watch the rating.

2.) I don't have an "Editor" of any kind, this is all done by moi, so please excuse my mistakes.

Chapter One: Everything has a beginning.

"Happy birthday little man!" Feral said as he was waking the sleepy, now five-year old, up.

"Don't wanna get up, wanna sleep in." Manic mumbled from his pillow. He always hated getting out of "bed", and it wasn't because he didn't want to wake up. In truth Manic always had nightmare, something horrid he had seen before or something he feared would happen, these nightmares always pushed him to stay in "bed". Why? Because Over half the time five-year old Manic would wet the "bed", and that was so Embarrassing when Ferral's noticed. Luckily for the birthday boy hadn't wet the "bed" that night.

"Come on, gotta show if you've practiced your lessons or not." Ferral's stated.

Slowly Manic got out of his "bed", in truth it was just a bunch of blankets in their sewer. It was an off part of the a sewer, a room that branched out. It looked like an under ground cave that connected to the sewer, although the wall were rusty metal.

"Ok, follow me." Ferral's said as he threw Manic fanny pack and vest at him.

Manic followed his mentor as he put on his daily attire. He had his spiky bracelets on, he never took them off even. Manic loved his bracelets because a guy even cooler and brave than Ferral himself. That guy's name was Wes, nothing special in the name but the person behind definitely was.

After a few more minutes Manic and Ferral finally got out side. Manic ran over to the bench and started tapping his drum sticks in any rhythm that came to his head. He was laied back and cool with his sunglasses on.

"Have you been studying' your lessons, Manic?" Ferral asked from behind.

"Yep." Replied Manic, and it wasn't a lie. Manic had only been practicing the art of theft for a short while, but he really was getting the hang of it and liked it too.

"Well Then..." Ferral didn't finish. Manic already knew it was his Q to show him his handy work.

"One sec." Manic replied, getting a few more hits in on his drum sticks. Manic proceeded to throw his drum sticks in the air, opening his fanny pack they landed right in them. 'Perfect.' Manic thought to himself.

Then he hopped of the bench and went through the performance in his head.

Ferral began to walk and so did Manic. Manic was, if he could say so himself, a great actor, Ferral even agreed, sometimes. So as Manic walked towards Ferral, he made himself seem causal, to show the approaching prey there was nothing to fear. If the prey discovered they had been locked on to, they would pull a struggle, and a messy job. So manic decided to go with the aura of 'I'm just a kid walking home, nothing to fear, just a kid.' Even though none of it was true, it worked every time. Ok, Manic was a kid if you counted his age, but not his intelligence, and his abilities are not of a 'Kids', Manic would talk offence to that.

So as he walked by Ferral he quickly pick pocket his wallet, making sure Ferral didn't feel a thing. But next to his wallet was something else... Manic grabbed them and stashed it all in his fanny pack, noting to look when Ferral wasn't looking. Manic turned around and looked at Ferral, and resisted the ergs to laugh at his acting "skills"

"Oh my!" He began, his voice was full of fake emotion, "Where is my wallet?"

Manic reached into his fanny pack and took the wallet out, and flashed a grin.

"Well done lad, you're a good boy, a wonderful student." Ferral praised Manic "Now as a reward." Ferral began but kept searching his coat.

Manic reached into his fanny pack and pulled out what else was in Ferral's coat, new drum sticks! Hopping onto the bench, Manic began to play them like he did his others.

Ferral turned and gave a chuckle to the small boy.

"Repping* sticks man!" Manic exclaimed, while twrilling them and placing them into his fanny pack. Manic got up and ran and hugged his mentor. "Thanks Ferral." He said.

"Always get the finest my boy." Ferral had replied.

Manic loved it when Ferral called him "My boy.", it made him feel like he could belong somewhere. Manic never knew his parents, according to Ferral his mother had abandoned him at a house that Robotnic had under heavy watch. Ferral said his mother wanted to give him up to Robotnic 'cause she was some crazy follower, but Manic didn't believe that for a second. He believe there was a reason she left him there, like maybe she didn't know it was on a heavy watch? Eteir way Manic knew his mother wouldn't abandon him without a reason, he didn't know why he knew but he just knew it.

Manic hopped down from Ferral's should and bounced back on top of the bench. He was practicing rhythms and beats, simple ones, complex ones, he just wanted to play on a true set.

"One day," Ferral began and Manic looked up at him confused "one day I'm going to get a you a real drum set. You here that."

Manic looked at Ferral in disbelief, then decided it was true. From the bench he gave his trade mark smile and said "Thank you Ferral!"

It was lunch time and Ferral had gome to get lunch, leaving the ever so bord Manic. He hated it when he was left alone, though he wouldn't admit it out loud EVER. Manic wandered around the streets, alone to his thoughts. He hated being alone with his thoughts. Manic knew, as did Ferral, he as a lot smarter than the average five-year old. Manic guessed it was from growing up learning the ways around, but Ferral begged to differ. He would always say how Manic already knew what he was going to teach him. Like he had thought of it before.

Manic walked back up the street, to see if Ferral was back yet, when he saw a women. She was dressed in blue robes, and a hood to cover her face. Manic still saw it, they were staring at each other. The woman was on the verge of tears, while Manic was just curious on why this women was interested in him. He was just a low life thief, nothing important. While from what he could tell, she was beautiful, and had fine clothes on, along with a beautiful jeweled crown.

Manic took a step forward, and she took one back. This women somehow itched the back of Manics mind, like an old memory. 'Who is she?' he thought.

Then she turned and ran away, whispering something that sounded like, "Happy birthday, my baby."

Manic was laying on some stairs that lead to a town square, the day was practically over. Ferral had told him he could wander around and "Practice" for a little while. Manic had stolen some food and a bit of money, he hadn't felt greedy even though it was his birthday. That's when he heard the scream. It pieced his ears (AN: Hehe pierced his ear, cuz there already pierced) with a sharp pain that one would normally get from a loud sound.

Manic got up and ran toward the sound, and when he saw what was going on he knew. Just because he was five that doesn't mean he didn't already know things. There was a lizard man who had backed a cat women into a corner, and he had held of her. Manic froze with fear, the courage he had that made him run here had left him alone with fear.

The man turned his head scoffed, "Little punk," He began "what do you think you are doing here? Huh?" His voice was rough, like the scales that covered his body. There were scare all over him, as if he had been in a battle.

"I-I... " Manic trailed off, fear was consuming him. He cold barely breath!

The lizard hit the women on the head, and she fell to the ground with a scream. The very annoyed lizard walk over to Manic, with a look in his eye that sent shudders all over Manics body. The boy could feel something bad was about to happen. He wanted to run so so bad, but his legs were paralyzed with pure fear. There was no adrenalin running through him, he was just too scared.

The lizard quickened his pace and before he knew was in arms reach of Manic. Pulling his arm back the lizard punch Manic in the gut. Toppling over, Manic tried so hard to breath, but there was no air. The lizard proceeded to kick Manic a few times, each more painful than the last. His kicks were powerful, but a sense of holding back, as if he as still deciding to do this or not. Suddenly Manic was lifted off the ground and hit the wall where the women was once pinned. It felt like hours before the lizard came over to him, but in that time Manic had caught his breath, and was able to move again. But just as Manic started to get up, he was grabbed by the neck and pushed against the wall. The lizard had made his mind up now.

"You sicken me, you little punk!" The lizard growled at him, "So I'm gonna get rid of yah. Yah hear me?"

"P-p-please, D-don't-t." Manic struggled as the air left him, and his body felt heavier and heavier.

Then out of no where a face screamed, "PUT HIM DOWN RIGHT NOW!"

Suddenly, just like he was thrown to the wall, he was let go. He fell to the ground choke and taking in all the sweet air as if it were his last.

The lizard had backed up and turned around, he was looking for the voice. "Who are you?" He yelled, the fear present in his voice.

Just as the question was asked, the man fell over. Blood pooling out from his neck.

Manic looked up, and saw who had spoken.

Wes was home.

* I think that's what he said... not sure though...

AN: Soooooo, what did you think? Good? Bad? Needs work? I would love some nummy reviews.

So this story will have violence, because the streets have violence in them. What did you think of how I entered that scene in there? (The one from the first ep of the T.V. show)

I realized i made Manic kinda... Mature for a five-year old, but that's my point. He HAD to grow up faster there, but keep his childness.

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