"SONIC!"
The beginning is turbulent. Rocky at best.
"Wake up, Sonic! Please," a sob and a sniffle. "I can't do this without you."
Sobbing and crying. The voice is familiar, but it couldn't be placed. No matter how hard I try.
My head hurts. My face feels.. sealed. Swollen shut. Wrenching my eyes open, overwhelmed by blurriness. Dizziness.
Disorientation.
Fuck.
"Sonic? Oh god, Sonic, are you okay?"
"Sonic? What's a…?"
"Sonic! Thank god you're alive!"
A vague orange figure lurches looms over me from my right side, clinging to me and pressing down on bruises and the like. Pain underneath the pressure caused by the tiny orange form. Push it off of me, and try to escape. Try to crawl away, but it tugs at my right arm and my right leg, while screaming and crying. It keeps shouting "SONIC" but I don't know what that means. Confused and frightened, kicking away at this smaller being, but it clings to me. It won't let go. It screams and it shouts and it cries.
"Sonic, it's me! Tails! Don't you remember me?" He asks "Don't you know who I am?"
Vision is finally clearing up. We've both stopped moving, just the loud panting of the two of us on the floor, out of breath. He's a fox. Orange and white. Fur is crusted with dirt, darkened brown and matted. Mangy, almost. His fur is damp and he smells. I take a long look at him before replying.
"Who are you?"
"You don't remember me?"
"What the fuck is this?"
"I.."
The kid stops, and hangs his head. His eyes wide with some sort of emotion. Heavy emotion. His eyes start to water and whimpers escape his throat. He's crying.
This little kid is crying his eyes out, and I'm at a loss.
What the fuck?
Suddenly I don't feel so….
