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Darker side of the moon.
Darkness was one of the first things that became clear to a certain blue hedgehog as he slowly begun to awaken. His ears twitched as they started to pick up some new yet loud and shrill sounds that carried through the air with ease.
The fastest thing alive —Sonic the hedgehog— cracked his exhausted eyes open a crack, his vision foggy and blurry due to fatigue, and he tried to remobilise his senses. The blue blur was now in his mid twenties and he had even married the beautiful hedgehog whom had chased him for years —Amy Rose— and they had even settled into a relaxed married life together.
It felt like only yesterday when Sonic was 15 and Amy was only 12...
Exhausted, Sonic slowly shuffled himself towards the left of the bed to find and snuggle up to his sleeping wife.
Amy was sleeping like a log as she snuggled deeper into the warmth of the bed, her growing pink quills spreading across the pillows. She had her peach arms folded beneath her chin as she snored aloud with her mouth slightly agape, still looking so graceful somehow, as she dozed right on through.
Sonic closed his eyes again, about to succumb to the need to drown in his deep sleep once more but this was ruined when his ears twitched at the sounds of high-pitched crying, the shrill squeals and squeaks that carried itself to his ears were slightly dulled in his ears as he forced his eyes to reopen.
Sonic finally opened his eyes upon hearing the shrill cries of his newborn son, sleeping against one stretched-out arm whilst he slowly uncurled his other arm and attempted to prop himself up into a sitting position. He slowly sifted himself while he finally jerked into a sitting up position although he was still finding it hard to peel his eyelids apart.
He could hear Amy shift in the bed in response to the noises and she groans of having been awoken by the muffled shrill wails that broken through her slumber and she mumbled to him through a raspy tone laced with exhaustion. Her pink quills had become ruffled and disheveled from the lack of sleep, her ears droopy and flopped over.
"Sonic...it's your turn..."
Sonic decided to just get it over with. The cobalt speedster let out a sigh while reluctantly beginning the sluggish process of dragging himself out of the warmth of his bed. He unpeeled the heavy duvet from his body and shuddered in displeasure when the cold clung to his muscles the moment he lifted the blankets from his body. Sonic tried to ignore the chilled temperature biting at the skin beneath his fur and just pulled himself out of bed and into a standing position.
He let the back of his legs be supported by the side of the bed in an effort to get used to standing and he stretched them, feeling the air between the bones in his kneecaps pop in a satisfying click, and he took a moment to shake off the feeling of exhaustion and started to drag his feet along the floor in a lame shuffle when he tried to get to the door with his eyes heavy and his heavy eyelids threatening to close over his weakened eyeballs.
Frankly he looked as terrible as he felt.
Dark circles sagged beneath his bloodshot eyes, showing how sleep-deprived he really was. His quills were sticking up at odd angles to show how untidy he was and his peach arms were mostly limp while his back was stuck in a slouching position. His left ear had been folded down, the small pointed appendage floppy, while his right ear was well-erected yet a bit scruffier then it should have been.
He looked as though he had been hit by a gigantic monster truck.
Despite his bedraggled appearance, the 25-year-old blue hedgehog then started to walk out of the room and made his way through the darkness, towards the direction of the constant screeches that had disturbed his sleep. His feet were heavy and he winced painfully each time the bottoms of his aching feet would plop down and wade against the creaking floorboards that had been subtly covered up by the fluffy exterior of a cream carpet.
Sonic, mind foggy, started to reflect back on the last few months.
Needless to say, the legendary blue blur was both shocked and thrilled when his wife announced that she was pregnant and he liked the idea of being a father but he was a pest during the last of those long months. He was always at Amy's side, ready to assist with anything, he even accompanied her to the bathroom and to the sitting room where she would make time to do some reading so to have a few hours to herself.
He bet that Amy wondered if it would take him long to get to the levels of paranoia where he'd insist in wrapping her up in bubble wrap?
But then, when the 23-year-old Sakura hedgehog was only 30 weeks pregnant, she had gone into premature labour. Despite everything being a bit rocky for the most part, with some extra bumps on the road, Amy and Sonic had trodden on eggshells out of the medical experts predictions that the kit wouldn't make it. The baby had been born smaller than most hedgehog babies, after all, and thankfully the young one had proved them wrong and survived against all odds; but nobody knew what caused the little one to be born so early to begin with.
It wasn't until Amy held their baby for the first time before she and Sonic had named their new son Boost.
Boost the hedgehog.
The little hedgehog kit was special, this fact just couldn't be doubted and the news of this baby spread like wildfire around Station square and all of Möbius and everybody was joyful.
Rumours spread about how the kit may have been next in line to be the hero, to live up to the blue hedgehog's legacy. There were also hints of gossip flying around that this baby would have some extraordinary abilities. It was an interesting argument since Sonic, Shadow and Silver all shared some special abilities themselves that activate with all seven of the Chaos emeralds unified.
It caused some of the populace of Station square to become quite excited of this new hero-to-be.
Despite the gossip and rumours, though, Sonic and Amy refused to think about this for the moment and adored their tiny little treasure while they still could and even attempted caring for him despite all the pressure piling up. This little hedgehog was the main subject of Sonic and Amy's affections, Boost was a miracle baby and he was perfect in every single possible way!
...Or so it seemed.
Sonic and Amy both knew that their son was special, yet the two hedgehogs knew not how special until this very night. It was this time when they discovered that their son was afflicted by what should be called a curse.
A dreadful curse.
Sonic scratched his back lazily whilst he made for his new son's nursery, making the slowest strides he had ever made in his whole life.
He wandered down the corridor and turned left where he came to a halt when he stopped outside the door to open it and see what was transpiring inside the room. The loud cries had grown louder and louder with each and every inch closer to the infant's room and he soon found himself hesitating as he stepped into the little room whilst softly pushing the strong door open to allow some light from the hallway to creep into the otherwise dark atmosphere.
The door gently swung open and Sonic let himself in.
The walls of the bedroom were painted a light shade of lilac and the floors were made from a smooth oak that was creamy in colour —although there were some debate about this as patches of white powder had decorated the carpet— along with various plushies and bottles were strewn across the floor as it was a blatant reminder that this infant had driven both the legendary blue hedgehog and Amy Rose to the brink of insanity and being incapable of tidying the house.
A bright blue crib served as the rooms centrepiece as it was a few centimetres away from the door and the occupant inside of it bawled his little lungs out as she squirmed and wriggled inside the blankets which had been wrapped around his feeble yet small body.
Despite just entering the room, there was something that Sonic just didn't like. The air had become heavy and alarming and he felt some sort of sudden oppression in his heart. The intensity of this feeling just increased with each passing moment and it even made him become a bit anxious for the small hedgie he was about to see.
Sonic dismissed this feeling as simply being a tired and paranoid wreck and he started to approach the crib with his lumbering form straightening a tad. He straightened his back out, letting his back spikes flex just a bit whilst his spine reclined and popped when the tension was lifted from his aching back.
The floors were caked with baby powder and the mess was so bad that the hedgehog was forced to carefully tread into the room as though he were at risk of walking on eggshells and he didn't wish to risk delaying himself from going back to the warmth of his bed.
Upon reaching it, he grabbed the edge of the cot with his left hand while pulling himself towards it. His feeling of worry only increased and he couldn't keep his ears from faltering a little bit and flattening against his head droopily.
The adult blue hedgehog peered inside to see the little squalling figure.
Little Boost was a small hedgehog with dark indigo fur blended in with light pink splotches. He looked like his father, for the most part, but with some obvious traits from his mother. Some of his sleek back quills were dyed Sakura pink along with a little spot on his left eye, the tips of his ears were pink and he had some tufts of pink hair on his forehead. Even the tip of his tail had a pink streak. Like Sonic, Boost had a peach bald spot on his tummy and his arms were the same colour but a tad fluffier than Sonic's arms.
Sonic felt some relief wash over him when he found that nothing was wrong with little Boost. The tiny pink and dark blue hedgehog was the picture of health, albeit a screaming and crying picture of health.
He couldn't keep a smile off his muzzle and his exhausted emerald green eyes, mostly dulled from exhaustion, began to gleam with this childish spark of playfulness while he looked at the tiny hedgehog. His whole demeanour had become warmer than an open winter fire crackling in the cold.
"Awww," Sonic crooned gently while he bent down to scoop up his little son. "What's up with the tears, little guy?"
He brought the kit close to his chest and started rocking him in his arms to try calming the squealing mini hedgie down. But there was something definitely wrong with the little one and Sonic noticed it within moments of holding him; Boost's tiny body was quite tense and his back was stiff. His little body was drenched with sweat, his tiny hands were clenched into tight fists and he was shivering violently in his hold.
Seeing his son like this had awoken Sonic a lot more. His ears perked up attentively and his eyes instantly brightened up with steadfast concern, a worried frown had fixed itself on his peach muzzle and his own posture had become stiff with worry.
Something was obviously wrong here and this made the blue blur's mind race faster than his own feet.
Sonic had opened his mouth and took in a quick breath in preparation to get his wife on to the scene as quick as possible, but he never got the chance to do so as the moon had appeared from behind some dark clouds and quite literally shone some light on the situation as streaks of silvery light beamed through the window beside the crib and lit the scene in a gentle radiance.
Boost started to undergo a horrifying transformation.
The shivering little hedgehog kit had become engulfed in some dark purple smoke as he transformed. His dark indigo quills spouted long and shaggy fur, becoming more lengthy and full. His tiny pudgy fingers spouted razor-sharp claws, those sharpened claws looked kind of similar to little miniature knives now. His little short tail with the pink stripe grew long and bushy, like that of a wolf's tail, and his muzzle had paled into a pale light blue colour. His little nose had become much more attentive to scents and his tiny but fuzzy ears grew bigger and seemed more sensitive to every little sound.
Sonic had to keep from throwing up.
His little son had turned into a werehog!
How on Möbius had this happened?!
No longer could Sonic keep himself in control while fear gripped his heart. His whole body was shaking with worry and his knees were trembling, he couldn't just keep that fright out of his voice anymore while he quickly turned around towards the open door and yelled at the top of his lungs without thinking very much at all.
"A-A-AAAAAAMY!"
It wasn't even five seconds until the sounds of footsteps pounding against the floor was heard and Amy had arrived on the scene within seconds. Her eyes were heavy, much like his were, yet she had obviously been shaken from how alarmed she had become after hearing her own husband call for her as though he had called for an emergency. She stopped at the doorway and peered into the room, her eyes portrayed pure horror when she merely caught a glimpse of the tiny werehog that Sonic held in his arms.
Amy slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream and her eyes welled up with tears.
"S-Sonic...?" She called to her husband, hoping that her eyes were betraying her and this wasn't what it looked like. Her voice cracked and she was clearly on the verge of hyperventilating from pure distress.
The little werehog had ceased crying altogether, although he did hiccup on occasion whilst he snuggled in his father's embrace; the baby was oblivious to his parent's distress and he wiggled his black nose with curiosity. His large eyes filled with innocence sparkled with lingering tears and his tiny claws flailed about in the air.
Sonic absent-mindedly cuddled his son in his arms, the tiny ball of fluff seemed to have been very content in his father's snug embrace and very unaware of the frightening silence that had dominated the nursery. He even seemed mostly unaware that he had transformed into a werehog to begin with.
Sonic couldn't bring himself to say anything as he looked at his wife with panicked eyes and Amy gave him the very same expression of shock and terror. But Sonic did know that he and Amy had to do something, and the next logical thing to do came to him in a matter of five seconds when he merely pondered on the next course of action.
To him the answer was almost immediate:
"We gotta see Tails!"
A/N: Hi, guys.
This is my second STH next generation fanfic and it involves Sonic and Amy's son, Boost.
Now, something about Boost is that he has lycanthropy and turns into a werehog each night. Why does he have this, you might ask? Well you might find that out in the next chapter of this story; can Sonic and Amy cope with having a Werehog as a son each night? Can they handle having to raise a hedgehog with such a problem?
Find out in the next chapter.
-Chloemcg