I'M BACK BABEH!
Beyond the Abyss is a door
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Through that door…
I-it hurts…I can feel it… My-My blood is… Oh god… I'm ganna die… I can't- I can't do anything… I'm ganna die… I'm ganna die… I… Don't want to…
Grim final thought's, weren't they? Those words left a cold ring in his head, even though they were unspoken. To this day it is still unclear who killed Sonic the hedgehog. There's no reason, no motive, everyone loved him. That was the first thing Sonic thought when he… "woke up".
Emerald green eyes opened slowly. Sonic lept up from where he was laying. He spun around. Where was he? It was a long, grey corridor, a black couch pressed up against a wall, at the end of the hallway there was a red door. Sonic thought nothing of his surrounding as he fell onto the couch. He stared at the grey, cracked ceiling above him. Sonic's hand slowly reached for the back of his head. He found what he was looking for. Sadly. A giant crack in his head. No blood though. Not even dry blood. Sonic looked at the ground.
Some heaven.
Sonic now focused his attention on the red door at the end of the hallway. There was no evidence of a struggle, in fact, now he looked around there was no possible way he could of even gotten in there, unless he had come through the door, which seemed unlikely seeing as it looked locked. The hallway seemed to go on forever. At least, behind him it did. Sonic thought he should make a brake for it. Run as fast as he could. But there was something stopping him. An itch in the back of his mind. He slowly stood up, and began to walk towards the door. God knows what was on the other side. Was it even unlocked? Sonic grasped the handle and turned. It was open. Much to his dissapointment. Sonic stepped in the room.
What an odd room. Just as grey as the hall outside, but with a large wooden desk in the centre, along with a chair on either side of it. This was obviously for Sonic. Even stranger than the desk was the figure sitting behind it. A rather short red chameleon with a dark grey suit. And then, in a few seconds, all of Sonics fears were confirmed with but three wispered words:
"Welcome to hell."
Sonic was only slighlty taken aback by this. "So… I am… Aren't I?"
"Dead as an angel, Mr. Sonic." The chameleon turned to look at the little grey clock that hung above him. "You're seven years early… How unexpected…."
"You can tell that from a clock?"
The chameleon stood up, looking a lot taller. "So the first question when you reach the afterlife isn't something cliché like why are we here or what's the meaning of life?"
"I don't much care for those…"
The chameleon stretched out an arm. "Please. Take a seat. You can call me Rawlings…"
Sonic did as he was told. "Lets get down to business. The matter at hand. Where am I going?"
"Where do you want to go?"
Sonic was not expecting this. "W-well… I've saved countless lives, saved pretty much the entire planet and-"
"I said want, Mr. Sonic, not deserve." Rawling almost spat the word "deserve".
"… The good place." Sonic smiled.
Rawling lent back in his seat. "You seem uneasy…"
"Well no shit! I just found out I'm FREAKING DEAD!"
"No… I mean… More than most…"
"…I- I just…" Sonic looked at the ground, trying to hold back the words. "I don't want to believe it…" Rawling raised an eyebrow. "I'm- I'm just expecting someone to… to save me. To bring me back from the brink of death. I'd live every day of my life a saint, taking advantage of my second chance, making sure I…" Sonic looked at the man sitting across from him. "… don't end up in… The bad place…"
"Once…." Rawling began. "We had somebody brought back right before he went into…lets call it hell… He was screaming. The doctor even wrote a book about it…" Rawling sighed. He did what said you would do. Ending up choosing the Eradicator…"
"The- the what!"
"Well… After you see your… Options… You can choose to go to neither… And go in the Eradicator…"
"What happens after that?"
"Nothing. Half the people who end up in hell choose the Eradicator. The easy way out. It's like… Not being alive. Not a void, no awareness of death, not even darkness… It's… Nothing…"
Sonic looked down at the ground. He hoped to God he wouldn't end up choosing that. Sonic suddenly remembered he was not alone in the room. He once again looked at Rawling, giving him his full attention.
Rawling laughed and lent back in his chair, taking in what sonic was saying. "Don't worry, Mr. Sonic. I don't think you'll be choosing that."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Because your metal clone was just like you, and he didn't choose that."
That, Sonic did NOT see coming.
A request to anyone who can tell me where Rawling's name comes from!