Angel: Uggh...look, to the guest warning me about Shaeril? I already am familiar with her, I have been for a few months now. She accused me of plagiarism once when it was clearly not the case, and she kept asking me for 'help' in guest reviews until I finally got her to stop. I'm personally not sure if calling the police is gonna do anything. But who knows? Maybe they can do something, so I'll leave that guest review up.
However, since I myself want nothing to do with Shaeril and her BS anymore ever again, I'm gonna only keep that review up and delete anymore reviews that mention her name from now on if they come up. Because for the life of me, I cannot stand her shtick, her morals, and her god-awful stories that show no signs of improvement, and I could care less about anything to do with her or whoever decides to be 'friends' with her. We cool with that?
And that's all I'll say on the matter.
Green Hills, Montana. Ten years later
It's a bright sunny day on a highway as Police Officer Tom Wachowski is in his car, holding a radar speed gun to catch anyone speeding. He's always at this highway every day, and like most days, nothing happens.
"Come on, one car?" He raises an eyebrow, scoffing. He puts the device down with a sigh. He points the radar gun again, starting to goof off as he points it in both directions every few seconds. He hits his face with it and takes a breath, leaning his head back.
"I'm bored."
"Tom?" His walkie-talkie goes off. "You read me, you there?"
"No, Wade, I'm actually on a yacht in Barbados," He pauses for a second. "With Rihanna."
"Omg," Wade chuckles, not noticing the sarcasm dripping from Tom. "That's amazing, please send pics."
"No Wade, I'm at the speed trap," Tom states to him.
"Already? How'd you get back so fast? Barbados is in the ocean."
"Hang on, I think I got something," The officer puts down the walkie-talkie, grabbing the radar gun again. He closes in...on a turtle. It's not even going at full speed at 0.1 miles. "Hey, buddy! Where's the fire?" Tom hollers, "There are kids living around here! Ah, it was kind of funny. Sorry," He chuckles a little, taking off his sunglasses.
Something suddenly speeds by and he looks at the radar gun. He couldn't believe what he was seeing: 296 miles per hour.
"What...?" He picks it up as something peeks at him from the back of the car. He looks to his right as it speeds by again, and then when he takes a look at the radar gun, he's more surprised than ever. Now it says 300 miles per hour. He hits the side of the gun, wondering how and what happened to make it give that result. Whatever had caused that speed pumps his fists, speeding away. Tom looks around in confusion, getting out of the car and walking down the street. He steps towards the grass to see a dent, bending down. He picks up a bright blue quill, staring at the object in his hand.
"Tom, we need you down on Main Street," Wade interrupts his thoughts. "There's been a violent gang shoot-out."
Tom drives away from the welcome sign, and Wade lets out a laugh. "Ha ha, just kidding, a duck stole a bagel, but they do need it back."
The turtle continues crawling forward when a car approaches, threatening to roll over it. The turtle is suddenly saved by the same person with 300 miles per hour. The hedgehog Sonic himself is holding onto the turtle.
"Whoa, buddy! You almost got yourself killed out there! What are you, some kind of adrenaline junkie?" He pokes the turtle on the head. "Must be rough being slow all the time. Tell you what, today is your lucky day."
He takes the turtle into his hands, running down the road. The turtle looks to be actually smiling as Sonic laughs.
"Whoo hoo hoo hoo! Have you ever felt so alive?" He holds out the turtle, waving his arms. "This is great, you're doing amazing!"
The turtle suddenly flies out of his hand and he looks at it wide-eyed. "Oh geez!" He goes back for the turtle and seconds later, goes back north. "Good recovery!" He hollers as he speeds down the road and eventually places the turtle down on the grass.
"Let's keep this a little secret, okay?" The turtle is now traumatized from the fall. "You never saw me. I was never here." Sonic speeds off in different directions through the forest before rolling into a small cave. It's decorated with different items that he's collected through the past ten years, like a beanbag chair and a sign. He's made shelving, a tire swing, and everything.
He starts doing silly things like singing with a hairbrush in one corner, playing guitar in another, doing dance moves, and playing jump rope by himself.
So what were you expecting? A dirty little hedgehog eating berries and struggling to survive?
He lays down on the tire swing, swinging around his beanbag and radio.
Think again, because I am living my best life on Earth.
Sonic speed reads through comics of the Flash.
I've got a library-
Soon, he's finished with the comics before running through a dryer like a hamster ball.
A home gym...
And a state-of-the-art security system!
Sonic holds nunchucks while wearing a headband around his head. He swings the nunchucks around before he hits his head.
He starts playing table tennis by himself one-on-one. The table is made out of a sign from Green Hills, which was perfect for table tennis. The hedgehog hits the ball back and forth to each side. He speeds up until he jumps to the side to hit the ball, knocking over the bag of small rings.
"Oh no!" He rushes to the bag and picks them up.
And If I'm ever discovered, I'll follow Longclaw's instructions and use my rings to escape to a new planet.
He looks at the map of safe worlds, several already crossed out.
A nice safe little world filled only with mushrooms.
Sonic looks to the ring in his hand, tossing it to reveal the very same world he'll go to next.
Gross. Smelly. Mushrooms...
"I hate mushrooms..." He sighs to himself, his ears drooping a little.
He decides to go out and run to the top of a cliff that overlooks the town. He can see mountains, trees, and some buildings.
But let's not worry about all that! This is Green Hills, the greatest place on Earth!
He speeds into town, which is pretty small.
These are my people and dare I say, I am their lovable space creature!
Sonic perches himself onto an arch, smiling as he has a fist to his cheek.
So what if they don't know I exist?
Tom is doing his casual duty of crossing guard, eating a donut.
My favorite person is the Donut Lord. Protector of this town, and defender of all creatures big and small.
He stops traffic as a few ducks are walking past. "Hey. Donald, Daisy, Daffy..."
Donut Lord lives with Pretzel Lady. She is super nice to animals and strangely was born without bones...
Maddie, Tom's wife, takes her laptop out to the porch, wearing gym equipment as her hair is in a ponytail. She lays a mat down on the floor, getting on her knees. She takes her foot and bends it back while looking at her laptop. Sonic tries to do the same, but is in pain.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."
And then there's Sunshine, who you could consider a tie for my favorite person. She lives with Pretzel Lady and Donut Lord too. She's always reading and always wearing those glasses. I call her Sunshine because...uh, not important.
Sophia, Maddie and Tom's daughter, is barely 5 feet tall at 4'10. Her eyes are brown, her cheeks smooth. Her skin is biracial and her hair is black with ombre brown. Her hair is long as it cascades down her back with curly ends. She wears a black halter top with ruffles at the end. Her shorts have a blue color. A yellow coatigan rests over her with long sleeves. The back of the outer garment stops at her knees and her shoes are black ankle-top boots. A golden locket rests over her chest. And finally, a pair of fuchsia full-framed glasses rest over her face. She steps up to the window and opens it, taking in all the fresh air.
She takes out a bowl of water and Sonic watches as a pregnant cat emerges in front of her window ledge. She meows and Sophia offers her the water, petting her with a small smile.
There actually is one person in town who's really onto me.
A man holds a terribly funny picture of Sonic, people laughing at him.
He calls me the Blue Devil!
"I almost caught him last night."
Say hello to Crazy Carl.
The man had his truck in the forest, getting out with his flashlight. A blue blur runs across from him, setting off all the traps that were for him. Carl looks at all the traps.
We have fun together.
A trap is suddenly set off as Carl had stepped into it, which dangles him into the air. "I know you're out there! And I know you're real!" He calls out.
"No I'm not!" Sonic shouts back.
Movie night is my favorite.
Tom and Maddie cuddle on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. Sonic peeks into the window to see Sophia dashing into the room, followed by their dog. She's holding popcorn for herself and a Coca Cola liter bottle, taking a seat in the recliner chair. She props her feet up as she turns to the movie. Sonic crosses his fingers.
"Please, please, please, please!" He begs, cheering to see Speed on the screen. "Yes! Keanu! You are a national treasure."
"When I find you, I'll-"
"Pop quiz, hotshot. There's a bomb on the bus."
"Pop quiz, hotshot," Sonic repeats the lines from the film. "A classic line."
Tom laughs at the movie as Sophia smiles at him teasingly. "Tacky line, Dad, and you know it."
"It's a memorable line, sweetheart," He mocks back.
Basically, we're like a family...even though we haven't met yet.
Sonic smiles a little at the exchange between father and daughter.
Then he's in a psychiatrist's office, talking to himself as a do not disturb sign is in front of the door. "You don't think your prolonged isolation is making you a bit crazy, perhaps?" Sonic asks himself in a weird tone, wearing glasses.
"Crazy?" He chuckles, laying down on the couch. "Me? No way, doc, you got me all wrong?"
"And despite all these so called friends of yours, deep down...you're still rather lonely?"
Sonic walks away from the windows of the house, turning back to look at the TV. Tom laughs along with the movie again, Sophia rolling her eyes in amusement. He watches them enjoy the movie, wishing that he was in there...
Perhaps you're afraid you'll be alone...forever?
Sonic looks down sadly before slowly walking away.
Sophia is now standing in the kitchen as she is baking a chocolate chip-vanilla chunk cookie recipe. She smiles as the oven dings and she takes them out, sniffing them. Her parents smile at her as she turns around, holding a pan of the cookies.
"Are these gonna be as good as the last ones?" Her mother grins at her and she chuckles.
"Well, see for yourself, certified taste testers," She places the pan in front of them. She watches as the two take one cookie each. They wait a second for them to cool down and then take a bite.
"Mmm!" They hum in unison.
"These are awesome, Soph. You oughta open your own bakery, you'd get sold out by the end of the day."
"Dad!" She laughs in embarrassment, smiling at her parents. Despite their jokes, they were always supportive, but then soon her life would change…