The sound didn't bother him at first. Really. But the shrill squeal of a distant mech just disturbed him.
He had had (ooh, look at my amazing repeating) enough.
As the sound pierced the air again, Sonic wondered what the chances of it being bad were, whilst cringing.
Looking at both of his sides, he could see no danger of muggers.
"You'll tell me what's wrong, right Melissa?" came the childish ponder of the sitting hedgehog, his dirty paws clutching the orange doll in his hands. He almost seemed to be going insane.
"You always do."
"... Please?" a crack could be heard in his small voice, over the shout of the machine.
"You're my best friend. I think... You never really talk, do you? I wish you did. I need a friend. Everyone hates me. All I hear all day is 'Freak!' I don't even know what it means. Can you tell me? I've been..." He kept ranting to the little orange doll, its drawn on face still as an emotionless rock.
"... I guess nobody likes me. Not even you."
The realization made him tear up, his head lowering. Ears folded back and arms hugging his freezing sides, Sonic certainly looked like a pitiful thing.
" ... Maybe I could help those people...? "
His head heightened, ears slowly regaining their natural position.
"Goodbye for a bit. I'm going."
Nearly getting up, Sonic paused in his shuffling to stand in order to snatch the doll.
"Nevermind. I like you."
He stuffed the doll into his quills safely, before continuing.
Jumping to his feet, he winced at the harsh pain of a twisted ankle. The joint seemed a bit better by now, but just to be safe, he squatted down once more.
Examining it, the sides were still bruised, although definitely not in condition for running.
Then again, since when did Sonic listen to that kind of reason?
He took a deep breath, and sprinted off into the distant shimmer of a golden sunset. Not the best time to run, he thought as he glanced the darkening alleys.
It proved to be a good assumption, because just seconds later he smashed into a silver pole. The traffic light flickered, and fell down. (Also proof Sonic has a hard head.)
Sonic groaned, lifting his hand to his sensitive head. Feeling the sticky liquid on his paws, he realized he wasn't in the best shape.
"Well, seems that traffic poles aren't nice. Picking a fight with me is actually pretty normal, but still..."
Ignoring the screaming shout of his inner voice of reason, he hopped to his feet, the burn of his ankle making him cringe.
Suddenly, the noise just... Stopped.
Not a sound other than the whistle of the wind could be heard, making Sonic's ears perk up and swivel around, trying to detect the aforementioned squeaks.
"Hohohohoho!"
It sounded like hilarious knock-off Santa Clause, but with a more menacing tone. Altogether, it had a funny affect. Covering his mouth to muffle his giggles, he ran towards the noise.
Kicking up a cloud of dust in his wake, he expected a person to yell at him. Strangely, no-one stirred at all.
He whispered to his precious doll in his quills, "Melissa, what's going on?"
The hilarious laughter of a knock-off Santa again, but accompanied by screams. Sonic paused in pure shock.
Sonic's jade eyes his mother should have kept widened, showing his fear to the gravity of the situation.
What?...
"Melissa, I don't think the people that hate me are okay."
Sprinting to the noise, he parkoured to the top of the apartment building, searching for the people who hated him.
There.
By a floating thing, a hovercraft to his trained eyes, was a large container where the screams and pleas of help seemed to be emanating from. His worry for the people who hated him was growing.
"And now, for the grand finale!" came the menacing yet funny voice from the hovercraft. Little did Sonic know that his future fat enemy was sitting calmly in his large mobile, crossing his arms with a sinister and smug grin spreading across his face.
Explosion erupted everywhere, forcing Sonic to fall from his high perch and yelp.
Hot ash fell on his nose as he lied down on the debris-ridden ground, making him sneeze.
This drew attention from the mobile, the fat man's head snapping around to get a glance at the citizen who dared defy him, and not stay in the circle of innocents.
"You!"
"Huh?" Sonic hopped to his feet, wobbling before becoming steady.
"B-but how!? You're just a kid!" The man seemed genuinely taken-aback, before returning to his snarky demeanour.
"Whatever. You will die anyways," He seemed to want to continue, but hesitated.
"Eh?"
The man turned to his robots, which Sonic had missed before. Their eyes were fixated to a permanent glare, the red dots shining with evil intent ( because that's so normal). "Fire!"
Again, the jade eyes Selena should have kept widened, and Sonic seemed rooted to the spot. Frozen in pure fear, he only just scooted out of the way in time so that he dodged the dozens of flying projectiles.
Now crouching, he maneuvered so that his body was twisting to the right in order for several lazers missed him by centimeters at most.
The bullets a bit too close for comfort, Sonic's ears instinctively pulled back.
He thought of the physics books he had read.
Curling into a ball, he shot forward at speeds he had never achieved before.
Silver metal crushed, before imploding. Standing on the opposite side of the destroyed mech, his surprised face out-matched anime faces.
Repeating the process took a while, but it worked.
The awestruck faces of the citizens nearly matched Sonic's.
The fat man grew more and more agitated, slamming his hands on the long range of buttons spanning his dial-board.
After defeating the last robot, the man's face was scarlet, flushed in anger.
"Wha- Ho- Huh?" Unable to make out any words, it was kind of funny.
"Sonic's my name, speed's my game! See yah, Egghead!"
And with that, he left the sputtering fat man and swung open the door to the escape of the innocents.
He sped away from the people who never loved him and the man he never knew, not knowing the fate that his destiny would show.
Yeah. I can hear your praises.
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