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Oggie was six years old.

Oggie woke up in his uncle's trembling arms and all he knew was fear. He struggled for a moment, disoriented by the fire and all the screaming.

"Oggie! Oggie!" Uncle Chuck shook him a little, tightening his grip on his nephew. "It's me, Sonny Boy, relax!"

Oggie stopped struggling and looked around, ears pressed tightly against his head.

"What's going on?!" Oggie cried. He felt Fleetway hovering by his side, hand pressed against the back of his sweater.

His uncle shook his head, looking as scared and lost as the boy felt. "I don't know, Sonny Boy. I don't know. "

Their ears shot up as the sound of machinery and screams drew closer. Oggie heard his uncle curse as Fleetway hovered closer, his red eyes swirling with fear and confusion and disbelief. Uncle Chuck looked around desperately, eyes searching the area for a small space to hide his young nephew. His eyes finally landed on a small hole in a house wall. He dashed towards it, practically tossing Oggie in it.

"Uncle Chuck-!" The terrified hoglet started, only to be hushed by his uncle.

"Stay here. I'll...I'll come back for you, okay?" Chuck smiled, his face silhouetted by the flames and distant glints of metal.

He's lying. Fleetway hissed, fear and anger mixed in his voice. Oggie frantically grabbed his uncle's arm.

"Please don't leave me here," he begged, near tears. "I'm scared, Uncle Chuck."

His uncle's fake smile dropped like a dead fly.

"It's only for a minute or two." He pulled back, Oggie's small, gloved hands reaching for him. "You're a big boy now, Oggie, you'll be fine alone. I'll be back, I swear. I love you, Sonny Boy." Chuck backed away, almost hesitantly.

"Uncle Chuck?!"

The elder hedgehog bit his lip, turned, and ran, visibly consumed by the flames.

"Uncle Chuck!"

Oggie pressed himself as far back into the hole as he could, quills up and sharp with terror.

He's gone. Fleetway sounded almost bored. Let's go win this game. Oggie looked up teary eyed.

"Game?" He questioned, his rabbit heart begging for relief. Fleetway nodded, poking his head out of the hole.

It has to be one of our games. Fleetway said, his voice uncertain and desperate before turning to boredom. It's gotta be. Come on, I know how to win.

Oggie stood up on shaking legs, arms wrapped around himself as he cautiously walked out. Fleetway followed, a clawed hand digging into his companion's arm as he held tight himself.

"Ow, Fleets, you're hurting me. Where do I go now?"

Fleetway let go, mumbling an apology as he hovered ahead.

You know Miss Fields' rock collection? At Oggie's nod, he continued. She has one of those Chaos Emeralds. Oggie ducked behind a wall as silver metal machines gilded by, whispering.

"You mean, those super cool magic rocks we read about in stories?" Oggie frowned, following his invisible, floating friend. "I won't have to do that stupid dance to activate it, will I?"

Fleetway stuck out his tongue, not bothering to hide from enemies that couldn't see him.

No. And that dance was awesome! Fleetway pouted before a look of almost malicious joy grew on his face. We just grab it, use it, and BOOM! Town saved.

They slipped into the elder woman's house through her broken door. The house was dark blues and purples compared to outside's fiery reds.

Except for a bright yellow glow hidden by a cabinet. A glow that seemed to grow brighter with every step they took towards it. Oggie felt….strange, like he was about to pass out while scorpions with extra legs crawled on his back. As Fleetway excitedly flew forward, Oggie took a step back, fighting to stay awake.

"Fleets...I don't think this is a good idea anymore, " Oggie stepped forward, opening the cabinet hesitantly. He turned to his best friend. "We-we should go back! Uncle Chuck will be back soon and we don't wanna worry him!"

Fleetway hissed in annoyance and displeasure.

You know how this works! The bad guys got Uncle Chuck! We have to save him!

"I don't think this is a game, Fleets." Fleetway instantly bristled at Oggie's words, eyes swirling like a tornado with anger.

It is. And we have to win. Grab the Emerald, Oggie.

"I don't want to! This isn't a game! We have to go back! Please, Fleetway, I'm scared!" Oggie begged, tears budding in his eyes. He didn't like this. The Emerald's glow looked warm and inviting, like it'd be warm and soft, but all Oggie felt was cold, scared and sleepy. Fleetway bared his teeth, looking like he was going to argue…

before he slumped, all fire seemingly lost.

Fine.

Oggie relaxed, about to close the mahogany cabinet when-

"I'll do it myself."

That was Fleetway's voice but it came from Oggie's mouth and those were his hands but Oggie wasn't moving them towards the Emerald-!

Everything went dark.

Oggie was six years old.

Oggie woke up on a shady hill with bruised hands, a sore body, and smoke in his nose. He sat up suddenly, ignoring the burst of pain he felt.

Below the hill, stood his town. It was in ruins, smoke still wafting off the remains. What happened?! Did he….? No, he was just a kid! He couldn't have some part in the destruction-!

"We weren't strong enough. Don't worry, we'll find the other Emeralds and-" Oggie's eyes widened. That wasn't his voice. That wasn't his voice! "Relax, it's me, Oggie, Fleets!" No,no, no, get , get out, GET OUT!

Like a weight thrown off his chest, Fleetway appeared in front of him, looking shocked and confused he had been kicked out.

That quickly turned to anger and annoyance.

What are you doing?! I got this, go back to sleep!

Oggie shook his head, no, no, he didn't want to do that again, he didn't want to go to sleep ever again! Fleetway growled, grabbing Oggie's arm.

Stay still! You're making this harder than it has to be!

Get away from him! Oggie pushed Fleetway away, crawling back as his body screamed at him.

Oggie, get back here! We're not done!

Yes, they were! He didn't want to do this, no, no, no, no-!

Oggie fell on his back with a yelp, his spine aching in response. They stared at each other, Fleetway's claw still outstretched and tipped red, Oggie's small hands pressed against his cut cheek.

Oggie, I- Fleetway reached for him. Oggie scooted away from him, tears rolling down his cheeks, his face angry and scared and hurt. He didn't dare talk, yell, anything. What if it wasn't himself?

Fleetway had broken a rule, The Number One Rule. You don't hurt each other. That's what Mommy said. Don't hurt each other. She couldn't see Fleetway but she said it anyway and it was one of their few rules.

Oggie pushed himself onto weak and shaky legs and ran, leaving a trail of blue behind him.

Fleetway stared at his red tipped gloves.

Guess I'm the bad guy than……. He mumbled to himself.

Sonic was six years old.