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Title: The Traitor
Author: Electric Light Orchestra 1337
Disclaimer: I do not own Sonic or any other Sonic characters.
Authors Note: This is my first Sonic fanfic, so I'm not sure how good it will turn out. Well, if anything can be improved upon, please let me know.
Chapter 3: Sonic's Mind
Sonic was driving the junky van Eggman had sent him with. On both sides, of course, was Eggman's insignia. He was driving along a country road, so he wouldn't be noticed. It was incredibly bumpy, and he wondered if his now-former friends would be able to go along without barfing. "Ah, they can handle it," he whispered to himself.
Sonic knew something was wrong with him. His memory was blurred, so he wasn't quite sure how he had changed. One thing was he was losing control of his emotions. This may be normal for a teenager, but Sonic's emotional problem was going above and beyond anything ever experienced by a normal teen. His emotions would switch from happy, to sad, to mad, to indifferent, to jealous… any emotion you could think of would Sonic would randomly switch to. And he had no control over it.
All he could remember was: finding Eggman's new base location and moving in to destroy it, then, somehow, he had been overwhelmed and captured. Then there was a big gap. It was as if he was in a coma for a long period of time; he couldn't remember anything. Later, still in Eggman's captivity, he had woken up from his "coma" and felt this urge to listen to Eggman—admire him even. He looked up to him like a philosophy student would look up to Plato. Sonic just wanted to listen and learn and do Eggman's bidding.
It was at that time he had lost control of his emotions. There were also these weird hallucinations. Objects seemed to ripple like water when he touched them, and when he closed his eyes, he would start seeing shapes and colors flying around. He would also hear voices, particularly Eggman's voice, when Sonic was in a completely different room, telling him to go and do something for Eggman. It couldn't have been an intercom system, there were no speakers of any sort in Sonic's little jail cell. Sonic had also never had a history of schizophrenia, and he is doubtful that he "caught it".
And as if that wasn't already weird enough, Sonic had now never wanted to see his friends again. He felt safe and secure around Eggman and his robots. He didn't know why, but he never wanted to leave Eggman's base again. He was perfectly happy there, and had completely forgotten about his friends. It had actually taken quite a bit of coaxing from Eggman to get Sonic out of the base and capture Tails.
Tails… when Eggman had mentioned Tails' name, Sonic had a split-second feeling of extreme sadness, as if a lightning bolt had ripped through his chest. But, Sonic just couldn't refuse. He just had to do it. It was almost like instinct. All animals have instinct to eat, rest, find shelter, etcetera. Now Sonic had a new "instinct": obey Eggman.
Sonic never had to capture Cream as well, but he thought it would be best to keep her away from contact with the police. He had known it was inevitable he would have to take Cream with him. As he was spying on Tails, he noticed Cream with him at the mall, and they couldn't be separated.
"Oh well…" Sonic thought. "I guess Eggman will find some kind of use for her."
To be continued…
