The sun went down with practiced bravado. Twilight crawled across the sky, laden with foreboding. Sonic woke up from a bitter night's rest. He glanced at his alarm clock. It read "4:30 AM". Sonic thought to himself, "Only 4:30?! I got plenty of time to sleep!" There was a crashing sound from his living room. He leaped out of his bed and ran to the scene at super sonic speed.
It was a robber, and he was holding Amy hostage! Sonic thought, "Without a weapon, I'd be no match for him, I would have to play hide and seek." Sonic leaped out of his window and went outside to dig up his storage cache. It was colder than the devil's heart, raining ice pitchforks as if the heavens were ready to fall. He found a shovel he placed in the backyard and dug up the dirt. There was a treasure chest six feet under the soil. Thankfully it wasn't manifested by worms and maggots.
Sonic realized the robber was still inside his home, and as a single man he had no support. The chest didn't require a key, so he opened it with ease. Inside was a plasma rifle. Each bolt of plasma was hotter than the surface of the sun. Sonic had to hurry up and stop the robber. Sonic broke into his own house through the back exit.
Behold, the robber was trying to steal the TV! Just when Sonic thought he had reached the deepest depths of horror, it suddenly got worse. The robber pulled out his pistol and started shooting at Sonic's general direction. With lighting fast reflexes, his bullets were no match. Sonic's plasma rifle burned through the couch and through the robber. Unfortunately, the bolt of plasma had also burned through Amy! The guilt had sunk in. Sonic had unintentionally killed the love of his life. There was no glory here. Sonic hadn't asked for this. Trouble had come to him, in big dark swarms. The good and the just, they were like gold dust in this city. Sonic had no illusions. He was not one of them. Sonic was no hero. But he had made a mistake, and it was a costly one.
Sonic had to deal with his own inner demons. The end.