Sweets Mountain
The sky was pink, the clouds like cotton candy in blues and soft, bright pinks to distinguish them from the sherbet-colored sky.
He was standing on a graham cracker square, brown like the sand, and looking out over the world before him, hazy and bright, smelling of a bakery.
There were giant cakes and hamburgers looming in the distance, and off along the graham cracker path, donuts swung like pendulums and giant towers of gelatin wobbled and swayed, as if animated with life. There was even a giant sundae behind him, topped generously with gallons of hot fudge, candy pieces, nuts, and sprinkles. A pond of icing sat with chocolate ducks riding the gentle waves, and a honey river of bright gold carried white chocolate coy fish.
Sonic stared, and even as he stared, a mountain made of chilidogs loomed in the distance. They smelled real enough to eat. In response to all the sweets and foods around him, Sonic's belly rumbled noisily and he covered it with his hands, his mouth watering.
"What an odd world this is!"
The voice that he knew caused Sonic to glance up. A figure was walking towards him, slowly coming into focus. It was Eggman! The dead mad scientist did not look sick. In fact, he looked rather like he did in life, only slimmed down considerably.
"I had expected you to be fat amongst all this!" Sonic joked easily, waving his hand around the world.
"I should say the same of you." Eggman was now close enough so that he could pull up an armchair made of jello. He sat in it, as comfortable as he'd ever looked.
"Touché," Sonic muttered grudgingly, looking in wonder once again at the massive world of sweets around him that he couldn't eat.
"So, how are you?" Eggman asked after a bout of silence.
Sonic shrugged. "Can't complain. Except of hunger." He sighed. "I'm weak. I don't like feeling weak."
"I suppose you haven't looked into my final wishes, yet?"
Sonic's ears drooped. "No. I haven't. I'm sorry. I feel awful about it…"
"Never mind. There aren't many toxins there, and my robots can wait."
Sonic nodded. "I'll probably hand them over to Tails. I'm no mechanic."
Eggman grinned. "You can destroy a robot better than Tails could ever build one."
Sonic, not catching what maybe was an insult, fell upon his bottom on the graham cracker. He thrust his head back and looked into the cotton candy clouds, trying to make sense of things, his stomach rumbling distastefully as he longed to eat what was out of reach. "So, why are you here, Eggman?"
The Doctor sighed. "Death is a funny thing, Hedgehog. It takes us all by surprise."
"And?"
"Sonic!" The Doctor growled suddenly, causing the blue hedgie to gaze at him, his eyes hazy. "I have been given a task which, in life, I would've loathed!"
Sonic crossed his legs and put his chin in his hands.
Eggman calmed down and steepled his fingers. "Sonic, I was put in charge of pushing you back from the edge of death. I am responsible for all the mornings, afternoons, and nights you woke up alive after a sleep. While you have lived with Shadow, I have guarded your soul. Sonic, as odd as it may seem, I don't want to see you until the time is right."
Sonic shivered at this, for he knew Eggman talked if death. Then, he did a double-take. "Say what? So you're my spirit guide?"
Eggman chuckled. "Spirit guide. Guardian angel. Depending on the religion, or lack thereof, we are called many different names. But, yes." He smiled. "I am your 'spirit guide,' as you call it."
"No way…" Sonic was dumbfounded. "Talk about a plot twist!"
Eggman laughed. "I feel the same way. Especially when I first found out. I was adamant that I had to be assigned to guard your life. Night after night, I stood on the brink, that thin as a string line between life and death. When you stepped on the line and toppled over towards death, I pushed you back—quite by force. Even your spirit is strong—to life. Of course, your spirit was so exhilarated to be chosen to live. I began to feel an affection for it, skinny little thing that it is."
"My spirit is thin?"
"Aren't you?" Eggman peered over the glasses, his eyes an indiscernible color.
Sonic rubbed his ribs as he breathed. "Yes."
"Well, then."
There was a long silence. Then, Sonic stood up. His head swam, and the world wobbled around him. Presently, a warm presence touched him. Sonic's vision became clear, and he looked up to find his former nemesis towering over him, looking bravely at the world ahead, with his big hand on Sonic's bony shoulder.
Sonic leaned his head towards his spirit guide, amazed at the warmth there. "Are you…going to be here forever?"
Eggman chuckled. "As you need me. Yes, I will."
They stared off into the distance filled with sweets and fast food galore. Sonic looked up once again at the spirit of his former nemesis, realizing he had him to thank for his life.
He smiled warmly, and looked off once again into the distance. "Thank you, Eggman."
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