A/N: Good evening my fellow fictioners or whatever it is I should call you. Prepare yourself for creepy and horrifying scenes where your Sonic Characters die horrible deaths, all from my favorite little psycho's eyes: Anax. Watch (or read) as he goes through his nightmare of death.

Most parts may be based off of bloody sonic pics I saw. I give those artists credit, even though I don't know who drew them.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sonic and CO, but I do own Anax.

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Nightmare, Nightmare

Filled with gore

Nightmare, Nightmare

Don't you want... more?

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A figure lay on a cold, metal tray inside a small, narrow rectangler shaped cube. This figure had purple fur and a lavender muzzle. Behind his hairy lips were a row of sharp, white teeth. He wore no clothes (including gloves and shoes) and had a sewn up 'Y' cut that started from his shoulders and stretched to his lower breast bone. His arms also lay by his sides as if he were sleeping.

He opened his eyelids slowly, revealing a set of glowing purple eyes.

'Where am I?' He thought 'and why does my chest feel weird?'

The figure placed his right hand over his furry chest. Feeling a cut, he began tracing it with his finger, imagining what it resembled; he felt the twine that rapped around the wound.

'Why do I have a Y incision?' Putting his hand back by his side, looking at the dark ceiling above him. '...was I in an autopsy.'

The stranger tilted his head upward, now able to plainly see the cut and some light leaking in from slits in the metal beyond his feet. 'That must be the door.'

Pulling his leg back, he forcefully kicked the 'door'. 'If they performed an autopsy on me they're sooo DEAD!'

After the sixth kick he successfully removed it. Pushing his arms against the walls, he slid the tray out. Once far enough, the figure sat up and jumped onto the floor.

His eyes were slightly groggy, but he could still make out where he was.

"So I am in a morgue, I should'a known."

Peering back at the small cube he saw a tiny sign: 'Anax'.

"What? They actually thought I died?" He exclaimed, face palming "They've seen me die what, five times already and now for some unknown reason they believe I have died for the last time?"

Ceasing his rant, he thought harder. "Wait, how did I get here, I don't remember dying by captain lard or Xana?"

Turning back towards the rest of the room, 'Anax' realized something; there was not one single doctor or mortician in here. Rubbing the blurriness from his pupils, he examined the room steadily.

At first glimpse he thought nothing was wrong with the room, but now at second glance he saw that the floor had cracks and holes, some other cubes were open; their trays were either jutting out or neatly inside. The lights were hanging by a couple of wires, seeming as if they would drop at any moment. Two of the three autopsy tables were toppled over. The one still standing was in the center of the morgue. To the right of it was a simple metal chair with a purple suit, pants, dress shows, and a lavender under shirt and gloves.

"MY SUIT!" Anax yelled, running to the chair. He slipped his clothes on.

Adjusting his tie, the mad hog eyed the table, spotting a corpse that somehow escaped him.

The body, like Anax, also had a Y incision. The difference; it had no twine running across it, leaving a bystander able to see the exact inner working of its body.

The purple one, now looking fully towards it, studied the beings face; its piercing black eyes open in horror, mouth agape, and nose broken.

The sick minded hedgehog snapped his fingers, knowing who it- he was now.

"MIGHTY," The being was Mighty the armadillo, showing his organs to the world "Well... I never did really know you and probably never will now."

Anax walked for the door to leave the morgue, uttering "Oh well, better you then me."

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The hallway was no different than the Morgue. Lights were hanging by a thread, gurneys were positioned lazily against the walls, and everything was covered in dust, dirt, or worse.

"Jeeze, did someone forget to tip the cleaning lady?" Anax chuckled insanely to himself.

The mad hog stopped abruptly, a new realization being brought to light.

"Where's my cane!" he yelled, darting around the hall and into adjacent rooms hastily.

"MARIA!" A loud cry sounded further down the hall, allowing Anax to instantly forget about his green jeweled, wooden cane.

The purple one raced through the corridor curiously, having an idea of who the person was. Upon reaching the room, Anax had guessed right, sitting on an old, worn out hospital bed was a wounded, bleeding, and depressed Shadow.

The ultimate life form had tears streaming from his eyes and a bloodied scalpel in his hand.

"MARIA, MARIA," he continued to shriek, "I'M SORRY, SO VERY SORRY!"

"Uhhh... Shadow-" The purple one began.

"GO AWAY!"

"Listen, EMO favorito numero uno, let's just put down the knife, before we do something involving death now." Anax did care if Shadow died... yet, he needed answers, he could care less if he died afterwards.

"NO, I WILL NOT PUT THIS BLADE AWAY, I HAVE LIVED FOR TO LONG WITH THIS GUILT!" Shadow's body tremble as he lifted the scalpel slowly toward his neck.

"Look, if you're going to commit suicide could you tell me, at least with your last dying breath, where I am?"

"Good-bye Anax," Shadow said, ignoring the question, and lowering his voice, "and tell faker that he won."

"NO!"

Using the medical tool, the ultimate life form ripped open his jugular, red ooze sprayed from his neck. Shadow made choking noises before his body went limp, falling atop the bed. A pool of blood formed on the furniture as it soaked through the sheets and his fur.

"..." Anax stared at the once great life form's rotting corpse. "...Whoop de dang do, how am I supposed to figure out what this Hospital is if every ones dying on me." He said sarcastically.

Leaving the room Shadow's body was in, which was starting to attract flies, the sick minded hedgehog looked down the hallway. He saw a three way corridor, with halls that were the same as the last one.

The mad hog sighed saying "Maybe there's some poor soul that's alive in here... hopefully."

He chuckled to himself on the last part, strolling through the hall, not knowing what other horrors awaited him.

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A/N: So what did you think, horrifying, evil, dumb, stupid, nonsuspenseful writing? Please tell me to continue this or not or if you liked it. Also, how did I do on Shadow, did I do it horribly, sorry if I did I'm new at this.

Oh and Anax may or may not begin to care. He could have his moments.

Please read and review.