.:.:.:Burned:.:.:.
How could this happen? It was terrible. He had everyone's approval. They loved him. He was at the height of fame. He loved his fans. It wasn't because he was famous. He could care less about fame. It was the fact that they appreciated him, and he was loved. They were his true fans. They weren't fake. Or at least, that's what he had thought.
But no. it wasn't like that. It was all fake. The people who knew him and loved him had turned around and backstabbed him. It was terrible. The very same people who had stuck with him, and had promised never to leave him, had turned around, and driven him to the bottom of their hearts--that spot where hatred burned brightly. The spot where there was usually no escaping from. That deep pit of fire that people feared to be in was where Sonic was now. Burned.
What could he possibly do now? He had tried very hard to gain their love back. Introducing him to all his friends, teaming up with them; he had even done something very brave, something which most would be embarrassed from. He had revealed a secret that he had been turned into a hideous creature. That painful choice turned out to be be for nothing; nothing nut gotten him even more hatred.
Now he sat there. He sat on the edge of a large fire pit. It was much like where he was in their hearts. Where they had put him. Through hell. What would he do next? There are only two options now. One of them would be to try and press on. Maybe he could accomplish something and earn back his fame. He would once again know what it's like to be loved.
But the other one is a cold, hard death. Well, maybe not cold. He was literally sitting by a large magma pit, considering this option.
After much long thought and consideration, he finally decided what he would then do. Maybe he could go on and do good things. Maybe he would go on and earn back his fans and friends. Maybe he would once again know fame. Maybe, just maybe, it was possible.
But alas, I said maybe he would. Not that he will. You see, our little, blue subject chose a much darker path. As he stood up, he was facing the large pool of magma where he had once lost a dear friend. He stood. And then. He let himself. Drop into. The pit.
That was the last that the world saw of him. It is sad, indeed. Once a great, noble, honorable person, sent to shame and misery because of those who had loved him. Shame. It's such a crying shame.
But. Listen here, good readers. The tragic event that took place only seconds ago, is in the future. Near or far, it is in the future. And as you may have heardother places, the future can, in fact, be changed. The poor, backstabbed hedgehog, does not have to die. But whether he does or not, it is all up to you. Perhaps you can save our little, furry friend?
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Thank you for listening. This story is because I feel like Sonic is a poor, mistreated, backstabbed hedgehog. I have failed to have been dissappointed yet. I know there are some of those who I call, "True Blue Sonic Fans", but I seek to know more. Why is Sonic so hated now? After all, nobody is perfect.