A Not So Normal Mobian Boy
A young bundle of blue blurred through the thick, vast forest he was so accustomed to. He had lived there since the day he was born, being brought home from the Mobotropolis General Hospital. He left the safe sanctuary this natural habitat offered when he had somewhere important to go. With his hands by the side of his miniature belly and his feet giving off the illusion of a red figure eight he skidded to a stop outside of a small cottage carrying a handful of sticks in his gloved hands. He was sent out to on one of his daily chores to collect some fire wood for the cottage.
Checking his red and blue watch his Uncle had made for him, quite obviously stylized after himself he came to a conclusion. "Wow, I'm way too early". The blue boy said to himself. "I should have stayed at my tree house a little longer". Although he did have a tree house, he kept it in a very unusual place. Most normal Mobian children had their tree houses right outside in the back yard but this particular child wasn't very normal. He had built his tree house on the very edge of the west continent of Mobius, miles away from home. On a hillside in between a place called Green Hill and a beach called Emerald Coast. It was built on top of a huge treetop surrounded by smaller palm trees; he liked to keep things hidden in the palm trees' leaves just in case of an emergency. He even had a skateboard and a backpack in one of them.
It was weird though, although he'd already travelled across the continent so far away from home. He had never been to Mobotropolis one in his life, excluding the fact that he was born there. His Uncle even worked there as a scientist and had offered to take him on a tour of the city, even hang out with some of the Mobian children he knew. "Naaa, the whole city scene isn't for this hedgehog". The boy exclaimed whilst making his way down a path filled with flowers to the front door of the small cottage.
The blue furred Mobian eyed the front door with his piercing black charcoal eyes before he waltzed up to it and knocked, unfortunately he was still unable to open it due to his small stature. "Yo Mom! Open up!", the young hedgehog yelled at the top of his small lungs.
As his large outburst left his small mouth it reached the sharp light blue ears of another hedgehog inside the cottage. "Coming dear!", she replied back to the loud mouthed hedgehog giving a short shout. This particular hedgehog purple colored fur and long hair of the same color only darker. Her name was Bernadette Hedgehog and it seemed her son had caught her right in the middle of making dinner.
Bernadette took off her chili sauce covered apron and ran over to the small wooden door trying not to keep her impatient son waiting. Just as Bernadette reached the door having been interrupted from her daily activity, she slowly turned the door knob. As soon as she carefully turned the door knob 45 degrees to the right she braced herself for what was about to happen.
A blur made up of the vivid colors of red and blue shot through the now open door running in circles around the, what was clean house. Bringing with him all sorts of natural matter that could be found in forest including dust, dirt and grass the blur suddenly came to an abrupt stop in front of his Mother.
Before speaking Bernadette noticed leaves whistle by her sensitive ears, "Hello Maurice. Back home so soon?", Bernadette asked her son once his figure started to slowly come into focus.
"I told you Mom, it's Sonic. And did you really expect anything less?". Sonic replied in a voice brimming with youthful attitude.
"Well usually you like to arrive late to dinner, you're always off gallivanting in the woods pretending to be on some wild adventure". Bernadette smiled warmly down at her son. She seemed to notice that since the day he was born he could never stand, or for that matter crawl in the same place for more than a minute.
"Well you know me Mom, adventure is my middle name". Sonic pointed his thumb to his chest as he said this, Bernadette simply rolled her eyes at his eager attitude.
"Sonic honey, even though you have this amazing gift. Do you think you could maybe stop running in the house? I just spent all day cleaning it up". Bernadette asked her speedster of a son. Although the question itself was a rather fruitless one for she knew the answer her son would give her.
"Excuse me? You want moi to stop running in the house? The speed meister, the speed master? Yeah, I guess I could slow down a little for you". Sonic said eyeing his watch on his left wrist. But it was true, when it came to running this was the best Sonic could do to please his Mother. Slow down a little.
"Thank you Sonic. Oh and by the way, we're having your favorite food". Bernadette happily told Sonic surprised by his sudden sense of gratitude.
"You mean... chilidogs?", Sonic asked. Although he already knew what the reply to his question would be.
Bernadette nodded her head full of quills happily with a warm motherly smile on her face. After receiving her answer the small ambitious speedster disappeared only to reappear less than half a second later at a now fully set dinner table.
Sonic picked up his knife and folk, although he probably wouldn't use them and said. "Alright Mom, bring on the chilidogs".
Bernadette gave a loving smile to her child before walking to the stove to serve dinner. The two of them had led a perfect life for the past few years. Unfortunately Sonic's Father Jules Hedgehog fought in the Great War and never returned home. Ever since then it's just been the two of them, well except for Sonic's Uncle Chuck who visited the pair every now and then. A lone Mother trying her best to nurture her special child without a proper Father figure in his life. Yes a perfect life that couldn't possibly be disturbed.
Could it?