A Hedgehog's Secret
By: FashaTheFox
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sega Company or the characters of Sega. *I can tell this disclaimer thing is gonna get old.*
Additional Notes: I would like to start off by saying thank you to all of the wonderful people who reviewed chapter one! You all were a great help. Special thanks to DarkWindTheWolf for all his help! Well here it is, chapter two, just like you all asked. Enjoy!
Chapter 2: Preparations
He finished act two in minutes. After coming to a stop, he checks his phone for any random texts or missed calls. To his surprise he has more than enough time to kill. He sits at the water's edge to catch his breath and think.
"Sonic, what have you gotten yourself into?" he asks himself. As he stares into the water he can only wonder how the day will play out. Will he be able to hold back? Will he give up? Only time could tell.
Slowly, he begins to rise. It seems as though he has finally rested enough to continue. After a bit he turns around and races back the way he came. All the while, his mind tortures him with small bursts of memories, fantasies, and questions.
He steps into his small home and shivers. He's soaked to the bone with chemicals, and there is no hope for his clothes. They too are completely drenched. The fabric has begun to discolor and shrink.
"What the hell kinda chemicals do they use in that place? This was my favorite shirt too." He looks in disgust at what is left of his black Element skating shirt. As he registers his own smell he cringes. "Oh man! I can't show up like this. *sigh* Better go take a shower and throw these clothes out." As he walks to his room he makes a mental note to never wear good clothes to the chemical plant ever again. He strips down all the way and finds that his trademark shoes survived. "Well at least they made it." The blue hedgehog then commences to go to his wardrobe to find some clothes that are suitable for tonight. After a moment of thinking he decides to go with the nonchalant, comfy look.
He gathers his blue plaid boxers, black and white Tapout shirt and, dark denim shorts and makes his way to the bathroom. As he passes through his small living room, his eyes are drawn to the mantle over his fireplace. A picture of he and Amy on Earth looks back at him. This was taken shortly after one of his fights with Dr. Eggman. He had defeated him easily and won Amy back. In the cheap frame Amy was embracing him tightly in thanks. He was reacting with a huge grin and a thumbs up. Chris, Tails, and Knuckles were laughing happily in the background. Of course, his main focus was on the female. He had looked at this picture many times over the years but never like this. Now he was taking in every detail about the pink hedgehog. Her smile, the shine in her deep emerald eyes, the shortness of her dress. When his mind skipped to that third realization he began to blush a deep red. He shook his head to dispel the picture from his mind and went back to the task at hand.
When he walks into the bathroom his clothes get thrown in a disheveled pile on the counter. He adjusts the water to the desired temperature and stepped in. "Just relax." He tells himself as he lets the warm water run over his toned body. Relaxation escapes him as he stands there racking his brain for a reason, any reason, as to why he was so nervous about today. "I just hope this will help me understand." He says as he reaches for his Axe shampoo. As he lathers his blue quills he tries to estimate how much money to bring. He needed money for food, game stalls, rides, plus the entry fee. Finally he decided on the safe amount of 120 rings.
After scrubbing for a good ten minutes he rinses his quills and shuts the water off. Blindly he grabs a towel off of the rack and positions it around his waist. By habit he takes the second towel from the rack and wipes down the mirror enough to get a good look at himself. He takes a few minutes to inspect. His muscles are finely toned from his many adventures. His quills are all over the place, making him look like he just rolled out of bed. It's a good nonchalant look but he decides to do what he does every morning. A thick glob of gel is expertly run through his spines, creating his trademark look. With a sigh he dresses slowly.
He returns back to his room to find socks and his pure white Vans. His Axe body spray is on his dresser, so he sprays a bit on before he continues. Without a thought, he grabs this "Nightmare Before Christmas" wallet from his night stand and makes his way to the front door. He glances at the clock on the coffee table and notices that it is 2:53.
"Damn it! I'm gonna be late! Amy's gonna kill me!" He grabs his jacket and bolts. As he runs he finds himself speaking to no one in particular. "This is it. It's now or never."
Additional Notes: Well there you have it! I hope to get more wonderful reviews. Anything you all have to say is worth it! After all, you are the people who have to read it, so why shouldn't you have a say in what happens? Anyway….next time, Chapter 3: Confronting One's Fears.