Prologue

As the sultry darkness was once again chased away by that cheeky bright diamond we call the sun, Sonic the Hedgehog jolted awake to find himself in a strange bed. He assessed his surrounding in the same speedy manner with which he defeats robots and collects rings to find himself in a room completely painted in a stark red that felt as though a thousand ladybugs had swarmed upon the halls of the pharaohs as an eleventh plague of Moses. In an uncharacteristically slow and apprehensive cadence, he heaved himself out of the bed, and scanned the room for an exit. Finding a door slathered in another abhorrent red, this shade reminiscent of dried blood, he approached, and heard, accompanied with the sound of cooking, an otherworldly tune, reminiscent of the hymns of Lost Tribe of Echidnas he had heard during his travels:

Across the tepid seas we walk;

With apprehensive gaits;

So far and wide this world we stock;

Our tongues rejoice elate.

Cross hill and valley;

Cross field and plain;

We seek the that one true hallowed alley;

We cross this land in vain.

Full of apprehension, Sonic slowly tiptoed out of the crimson quarters and into the rest of the house, both mystified by the archaic chant and horrified to find its source. With the smell of a cooking southwestern omelet in his hedgehog nostrils, Sonic continued to the kitchen. To his utter amazement, Knuckles the Echidna, Sonic's longtime rival and friend, stood in the kitchen, aproned like the proverbial 50's housewife.

"Hey Sonic, how did you sleep after our special night last night?"

At this inquiry, knuckles winked sensually at sonic

"Sorry I didn't have the ingredients for your favorite Chili dogs, but my Southwestern Skillet Special is famous across the land and it might just fill you up after our evening of passion"

Needless to say, sonic was shocked and confused. What is Knuckles talking about? Sonic though, is this just another one of his wild pranks?

"What's the matter babe?" Knuckles asked, reaching his beefy gloved hands out towards Sonic, "is there something wr-"

"Don't touch me freak" Sonic lashed out, smacking away Knuckles' hand with the speed only replicate able by the blue blur himself "What the hell is going on?!"

At this the whole room darkened, and the rest of the beet red kitchen seemed to tunnel in on just the two mammalians, an air of tension covering rolling over the room. The just jubilant red echidna now became a twisted, perverse copy of itself, churning inside out. As Sonic watched in horror the Knuckles' eye fell out of their sockets, maggots rushing out of his skull to quickly take their place. A bloodcurdling shriek erupted from Sonic as he awoke in a cold sweat from the nightmare that had petrified him.

Was this dream some representation of his inner psyche, some suggestion of his deeper desires? Or was is more ominous, a clairvoyant hint of what the future may behold? Either way Sonic knew one thing: this was going to be a wild day.