AN: Disclaimer, I don't own SEGA nor any Sonic The Hedgehog characters used in this fanfiction.
Also, this occurred after Sonic 06. Meaning the future isn't hellish fire.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Silver felt the sun warming up his face. He didn't want to wake up, to face the world as it currently is. His legs threw off his sheets reluctantly as he sat up. Before him was a window showing the city outside. Hover cars flew by as the skyscrapers glistened in the sunlight. It was a clear day as it normally was this time of year. But he wasn't looking at the spectacular marvels. Rather, he was looking at the blue sky. He felt as if he belonged up there, not in this painful world. His stomach growled loudly. Dragging his feet, he walks to his kitchen to fix breakfast.
Looking inside the fridge, he only saw a chocolate bar and an apple. He closed the fridge and looked inside the pantry. A few bags of chips and a box of cereal were in there. Taking out the box, he walked back inside his bedroom to get his gloves and boots. They were tossed beside his bed on the ground. A blue aura surrounding them as they floated towards their owner. After putting on his usual attire, he exited his apartment and walked down the streets with his box of cereal.
Above, it was crisp and clean. This was were the middle class and higher resided. Below, it was dark and gloomy. That was were he lived. Hoodlums and drug dealers live here. A few feet from his house, he saw his bus stop in view. Others were there, but he didn't care. The cereal was somewhat satisfying to him, he had better days. The bus stopped by and opened it's doors. The other people that were waiting flooded in the bus, pushing Silver to get in. The box in his hand fell from a shove. But that was okay, food wasn't allowed on the bus anyway.
Walking inside the transportation, he walked past rows of seats until he reached the back. He didn't pay fare, as the other passengers didn't. Public transportation were nowadays free. Taking out a marble from his shoe, he concentrated on it till it gained a blue aura. It floated above his palm a few inches, spinning slowly in place. Then, he took out another and spun both at a constant speed. Reaching his stop, he dropped them into his palm then strides out bus.
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"Silver?! Where have you been?!"
Silver picked up a cap and placed it on his head
"I overslept." He lied.
He was in a workshop full of disabled hover cars. It wasn't a successful business, but he earned his wage. Picking up a tablet, he walked over to a hover car and tapped the screen a bit. A holographic picture of the car was shown above the tablet, showing the inside-out of it. Noticing the problem, he shuts it off and rubs his finger a certain way on the hood of the car. It popped open, revealing the mechanics of the machine.
"How many times do I gotta tell ya to come early or I'll have to fire you?!" His boss asked.
"Multiple times." He replied.
He reached inside the car, looking for the malfunctioning part. Finding it, he yanks it out.
"Exactly! I don't want to waste a talent like yours."
"I guess not."
He placed the part on a work table and got an identical replacement.
"Do you not even care that I'm threatening to fire you?!"
"Honestly, no."
He placed the piece into the car and slammed down the hood.
"Silver, you're fired."
Looking up from his work, Silver gave the man a blank expression. He was already questioning his existence, why should he give a damn he got fired? He walked over to the black skunk and handed his hat back.
"Can I get my week's wage?"
The skunk went inside his office and gave the hedgehog his payment. Walking out his former workplace, he went to the bus stop and waited for the next bus. He looked above him, the blue sky looking more welcoming than ever. The city seemed to swallow him up, the horizon his only escape. If only it wasn't so far, he thought.
A bus slowly stopped before him, interrupting his thoughts. As he went inside he walked to the far back once again.
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Entering his apartment. he opened his fridge to take out an apple. It tasted a bit sour but mostly tasteless, an example of his current life. He collapsed unto his bed and took another bite of his apple. Staring at the ceiling of his room, he slipped into deep thought.
Was it worth it going through this? Why is he so restrained to this lifestyle? Many had found the meaning of life, why hadn't he? His eyes slowly drifted to the window on his right. It was now noon, the skyscrapers were brighter than a few hours ago. As usual, the vehicles zoomed by the windows. But, it was the open sky above is what he always cared about.