A/N Hey everyone! So I'm watching one of my favorite movies of all time (Moulin Rouge!), and I get an idea. What if I made a crossover fanfic of Sonic and Moulin Rouge? Well we're about to find out. Here is the cast list (I based them mainly on their comic book and video game personality, and from other peoples opinions as well as my own)
Christian- Sonic
Satine- Sally
The Duke- Antoine
Toulouse- Tails
Harold Zidler- Vector
The narcoleptic Argentinian- Knuckles
Nini- Amy (yes, I said Amy, deal with it)
Warner- Shadow
This is just the main cast, I will put in other mobians as I see fit (the nameless people, like the stage hands during the play). I will be putting the entire songs in it, so you might want to look up the songs on youtube. Anything sung will be in bold.
I do not own Sonic the hedgehog nor do I own Moulin Rouge! I wish did, but I don't. I also don't own the songs: The sound of music, Lady Marmalade/Because we can, Diamonds are a girls best friend, Your song, One day I'll fly away, Elephant love medley, Come what may, and El tango de Roxanne.
Paris, France; 1900
It was raining, hard. The streets of Paris were flooded with water. We zoom in on a giant windmill that was rotting from the inside out. Across the street is an apartment, in the apartment is a blue hedgehog, Sonic. His eyes were bloodshot and he had not shaven or bathed in weeks. He sat in front of his typewriter and looked out at the windmill, beyond that structure was a building.
He began to type on his typewriter. Tears flowing freely down his face with every word he typed.
The greatest you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. The Moulin Rouge; A nightclub, dance hall and bordello. Ruled over by Vector Zidler.
Sonic wiped the dried tears from his face.
A kingdom of nighttime pleasures, where old and rich played the young and beautiful. The most beautiful of all these was the girl I loved. Sally. She was the star of the Moulin Rouge, everyone called her The Sparkling Diamond.
He ceased typing and looked once again at the building. He remembered the events that had occurred there, and the one whom he had loved so much, now all in the past.
The tears began to come back. He tried to be strong, he tried to forget, but it was too hard and too painful to let go.
The girl I loved...
He could no longer hold back the tears.
...Is dead.
After the tears had passed, Sonic recomposed himself and began to type again. He began to remember before he had ever came here.
"I first came to Paris, one year ago. It was 1899, the summer of love. I knew nothing of Zidler, Sally or the Moulin Rouge."
Paris; 1899
Sonic steps off of a train and begins to look around. He was excited to be in Paris, he couldn't wait to get going from the train station.
The world had been swept up in a bohemian revolution, and I had came all the way from Mobius to join in on it. On the hills near Paris was the village of Montamarte. It was not as my father, Jules, had described it. He said it was "a village of sin" , it was not. It was the center of the bohemian revolution.
Sonic entered a small apartment building in a quiet part of the village. He requested a room and was escorted to one of the apartments there. It was a little small, but do-able. He went to the desk and moved to towards the window so that he could see the beautiful city of Paris. He took his typewriter out of his bagand put it on the desk.
There were writers, painters, musicians... they were known as the children of the revolution. I had come to live a penniless existence and write about truth, beauty, freedom, and above all things: Love. My fathers words entered my head, "always this obsession with love!" he would say constantly.
There was only one problem, I had never been in love! I began to panic but luckily, an unconscious Argentinian echidna had fallen through my roof. He was quickly joined by a small two tailed fox that was dressed as a nun.
"Terribly sorry about that my friend!" He said, his accent made him pronounce words oddly and funny. "My name is Miles "Tails" Prower. We were just rehearsing a play upstairs."
A play. It was something very modern called "Spectacular Spectacular". Unfortunately, The Argentinian suffered from something called narcolepsy. Its a disease where you can fall asleep at any given moment without any warning at all.
"It's set in Switzerland!" exclaimed the fox
Just then a three people poked their heads out of the hole where the echidna had fallen through. One of them, the leader, was a reddish fox, just like Tails, but taller. The one to her left was a large purple walrus, and the last was a silver hedgehog.
"How is he?" she asked in a worried tone.
"He's fine Fiona." Tails replied
"Wonderful. Our Argentinian echidna is unconscious. The play will never be ready to present to Zidler tomorrow."
"I still haven't finished writing the music," said the walrus who was kneeling next to her. "Someone else needs to read the part."
"Well where on earth are we going to find someone to play the part of the young, sensitive goat herder?" asked Fiona. All eyes were soon on Sonic.
Before I knew it, I found myself upstairs, standing in for the unconscious echidna.
The room was almost completely clear out, except for the small stage that was in the corner of the room. Sonic was stand in the back of on the side of a prop mountain, the entire background was made to resemble a mountainous place. Tails was in character singing in a very dreary tone. Sonic found himself very uncomfortable there with the others. The walrus was on the piano and the noise he was making was making the singing even worse.
"The hills animate with euphonious symphonies of descant!" sang the two tailed fox.
"Rotor! Stop that insufferable droning! It's drowning out my words!" Fiona said to the walrus, obviously agitated. "why don't you just play some decorative piano?"
There seemed to be artistic differences between Fiona's lyrics to Rotor's songs.
"I don't think a nun would sing about a hill."
"How about The hills are vital intoning the descant?"
Soon the room was filled with arguments over the lyrics.
"The hills are incarnate with symphonic melodies!" shout the echidna who woke up from the loudness. Everyone looked at him, then he passed out again and the arguments continued.
Sonic had an idea and tried to speak up. " The are hills are..." the arguments grew louder. "The Hills..."
No one could hear him so at the top of his lungs, Sonic sang the words.
The hills are alive...with the sound of music!
The whole room froze, and every one looked at Sonic. They like the lyrics. Suddenly, the echidna woke up once again and walked over to Sonic.
"The hills are live with the sound of music... I love it!"
"The hills are alive with the sound of music..." everyone said, realizing how good it sounded. The only one who didn't seem to like it was Fiona.
The walrus looked at Sonic. "That...that fits perfectly!"
With songs they have sung, for a thousand years...
Everyone gasped at how wonderful he sang it and how it worked.
"Incandiferous! Fiona, you and Sonic should write the play together." said Tails.
"Excuse me?" she said, insulted.
The suggestion that Fiona and I should write the show together was not what Fiona wanted to hear.
"Good bye!" She said angrily as she stormed out and slammed the door.
"Well..." remarked Tails, who was opening a bottle of alcohol, "Here's to your first job in Paris."
"Have you ever written anything like this before?" asked Rotor.
"Uh...No I haven't" Sonic replied
The echidna strutted over to Sonic who was still on the prop a few feet up. "The boy has talent! I like him!"
He outstretched his arms like he was giving a hug, and one of his hand touched Sonic's groin area, causing in to gasp in shock. The echidna saw where his hand was and quickly removed it.
"Nothing Funny, I just like talent." he stated in a low voice.
"With Sonic at our side we can make the play for the bohemian revolution that we've always dreamed of doing." Tails said to Rotor.
"But how are we going to convince Zidler?" asked Rotor.
"Sally."
Tails had a plan. They would dress me up in their best suit and pass me off as a famous writer. Once Sally had heard my modern poetry she would be astounded and get Zidler make me the writer of Spectacular Spectacular. The only problem was that I kept hearing my fathers voice in the back of my head. "You'll end up wasting your days away at the Moulin Rouge with a cancan dancer!"
"I can't write the play for Moulin Rouge!" yelled Sonic as he backed off and headed back to his room. But the others stopped him.
"Why not?" questioned Tails.
"I don't even know if I can write a play like a true bohemian revolutionary."
"Well do you believe in beauty?"
"Yes."
"Freedom?"
"Yes"
"Truth?"
"Why yes of course I do."
"Love?"
Sonic paused for a moment and looked at the group. He pondered that question before answering.
"Love?" he said, "Above all things I believe in love. Love is like oxygen, love is a many splendorous thing, love...lifts us up where we belong! All you need is love!"
"You see? You can't fool us, Sonic. You are the true voice of the children of the revolution!" exclaimed Tails. Everyone cheered for Sonic.
"Let's drink to this!" exclaimed the echidna. He started pouring drinks.
It was the perfect plan. I was to audition for Sally, and I was to taste my first drink of...Absinthe.
Sonic and the group drank the alcoholic drink and in moments they were really drunk. They started seeing a rainbow of colors and everything was spinning. They began to sing, dance and laugh allover the place. It was one of the best feelings Sonic had ever experienced.
We were off to the Moulin Rouge and I was to perform my poetry for Sally.
A/N So how was that? Please review and tell me what you think. But please don't flame, I'll accept constructive criticism but that's it. If you haven't seen this movie I highly recommend it. It is available instantly on Netflix. I've watched it at least three times in a row for this so far.
Also to those who are fans of Betrayed, I will have new chapters up soon. I am kinda having a hard time thinking of the next chapter, but I am working on it!