Chapter 1: Destiny: The future is now
Author notes
The 2 saddest partd of Sonic X Season 3 (the one where Sonic and friends go and stop the Metarex with Cosmo the Seedrian) are as follows:
1. Chris spends six years improving himself, learning martial arts with Mr Tanaka, studying hard at school, taking a part time job at a diner with Frances and making all kinds of useful inventions to help Sonic. However, he is not able to use his newfound talents and skills when he goes to Sonic's world because he gets turned back into a kid again. This is heartbreaking. While none of Sonic's friends insult him for his weakness, Chris still worked all that time on making himself better all for nothing.
Also, there is a huge montage of Chris doing all kinds of useful things without Sonic or any of Sonic's friends, proving Chris really has more to his personality beyond being another Sonic fan. There are scenes with him spending time with his Grandpa Chuck and all of his friends from school. Most friends from primary school where Chris comes from, break up as soon as they go off to high school and forget all about each other. Chris never abandoned his friends. He learned from Sonic's departure to always appreciate every single moment with those he loves, and has really grown better.
Which leads us to...
2. Helen is desperately trying to hack into Chris's computer with the help of Frances and Danny. They can't figure out the password Chris has used to lock his computer which contains all the information needed to access his device that will let his friends follow him into Sonics world and check up on him. The password is NOT "Sonic". If Chris were really so unhealthily obsessed with Sonic as some of his haters claim, then the password would definetly be "Sonic".
From the fact that Helen and the others have been trying many passwords, we can guess that the password was also not "Tails", "Knuckles", "Amy", "Cream", "Cheese" or any of Sonic's friends names either. This shows that Chris has overcome the trauma of saying goodbye to Sonic's gang, at least partially.
I personally think Chris's password was "Helen" by the way. He seems to have the closest relationship with her as a teenager, and he even thinks about her most when he's in Sonic's world. Alternatively, the password could also have been "Frances" or "Danny" or even "Helen, Frances and Danny".
The fact that Chris's friends don't guess the password and that this is their last episode, sadly means that Sega and the director of Sonic X have thrown them into a bin, and that they aren't able to go see their good pal. We never even get to see how Chris's relationship with Helen continued, and if they took it to the next level or not. Such wasted opportunities.
That episode had only Chris's friends trying to guess his password. His parents, servants and grandpa are nowhere to be seen. This shows that Chris's friends are truly amazing friends that really care.
It would have been especially cool if Helen got to meet Cosmo and Shadow, especially since Helen and Cosmo share the same voice actress (Amy Birnbaum) and they both love flowers and nature. As well, Frances has a similar appearance especially as a teenager to Molly from planet Cascada, who Shadow really looks up to.
By the way, Shadow knows Molly in this story because the events are a little out of order and he has briefly seen her before coming into Chris's world. This way, he is able to make connections between both Frances and Molly, as well as Helen and Maria.
As an even greater piece of trivia: Helen has a lab coat and works with Chris at his science lab a lot as a teenager. Maria is the daughter of a very famous scientist. The connection between Helen and Maria is even greater when these pieces of information are put together.
Helen POV
6 years. Or to be more specific, 6 years, 6 months, 6 days, 6 hours, 6 minutes and 6 seconds have passed from the exact moment where Sonic finally entered the portal back into his world. Just in the nick of time to prevent the freezing of time in both his own universe and our own. A sacrifice that had to be made for the greater good of all of us.
Just like when Sonic's friends bar Sonic; Tails, Amy, Knuckles, Cream and her mother Vanilla departed to return to their home after a perilous and dangerous journey through our own world to gather up all seven Chaos emeralds, I was there to witness Sonic and Chris's true final farewell. While Chris let years of pent up rage, hopelessness and fury at being misunderstood and left alone flow freely in the form of a teary tantrum in which he made the Earth shake with his shouts, I sat in my wheelchair impassively with my two other two lifelong companions Frances and Danny.
I could understand exactly what the heartbroken Chris was going through, and felt the exact same way. But I held back my own stream of saltwater behind my extremely painful eyes, determined not to let my emotion show as I bowed politely while Frances solemnly waved and Danny smiled sheepishly with a hand behind his head.
I said nothing and neither did Frances nor Danny. We knew better than to rub salt in Chris's emotional scars that we knew would never fully heal. I wheeled myself forward in my wheelchair to touch Chris's shaking shoulder to let him know he was not and never would be truly alone in his grief, but was quickly stopped by the ever astute Frances when she wagged a finger and shook her head morosely.
It is difficult to really describe the 10 year old Chris, when he forced himself to look back at us as Sonic finally took slow and careful steps into the flashing azure vortex waiting eagerly to take him back to his home. Suffice to say that Chris appeared like a cracked glass vase that had been hastily and clumsily glued back together using glue of a very poor quality, and that it looked like even the lightest tap could literally shatter him to a million miniscule pieces.
Back to Tails, his little brother in spirit if not blood. To Knuckles, where he would most likely recieve a playful cheweing out as to what took the fastest living thing so long to make such a quick journey, when he was sorely needed by his world to stave off Dr Eggman and whatever wickedly evil ploy the mad scientist was bound to already be hatching up. And perhaps most importantly, to return to the wide open arms of Amy Rose. His Rose. His sweetheart and the Eve of his labors. So he could finally deliver her the date he had always promised her, but never had the courage to actually make it to, before this point.
Sonic's time in our world had taught him the importance of never leaving a love confession until the last minute, since no one knew how long they truly had to live their precious life and everyone had just one life to live. If there were one thing Sonic had learned, it was that lost time was never ever found again.
Time and tide waited for neither man nor hedgehog. Not the fastest living creature on Earth and in Mobius could outrun the invisible force that could bring down even the mightiest of empires, and even the ultimate life form himself could not rewind the unforgiving hands of time to reunite with his one true friend that gave her life to human hubris and pride. When Sonic briefly brought Shadow into conversation, his words about the lovely long-dead cousin of present day Dr Eggman named Maria Robotnik, made me feel extremely uneasy to the point where I vomited an embarassing puddle onto my lap and Sonic was forced to stop his retelling upon seeing the unease it caused me.
Even today, the mere mention of the name Maria is enough to get my head pounding as a fresh flow of tears threaten to flood from my eyes until my whole body turns as dry as a desert. I occasionally dream even till this day, a terrible nightmare of a metal spaceship the size of the Empire State buildiing as it crashes into the Earth and engulfs the planet in deadly flames upon collision. Everyone is killed and no one survives.
All of this carnage happens, as a young, blonde girl screams her heart out at the bullet wound in her chest causing her crimson lifeblood to seep onto the floor of the ship's cabin. who struggles almost as much as me to even walk a single step and could easily be confused for me had she worn a pink dress instead of a blue one like the beautiful one she was clad in.
She waves her arms to and fro, and cries a wordless cry as if beckoning for my assistance in assauging her impending demise. But I can do nothing. The ship, the girl in deep blue, and the bullet in her chest are but slippery figments of my imagination that I cannot keep hold of, try as I might.
Then I wake up, sweating all over and clutching my own chest as I suffer a severe case of heartburn. What is it all about? What can it mean? Why do I feel such an uncanny and indescribable connection to this strange young woman despite never meeting her or knowing of her until Sonic briefly mentioned her in passing. It takes three tablets of extra-concentrated Diazapam mixed with water, to put me back into a slumbering state that lasts only until the first rays of the dawn's light begin to peek through my floral curtains. At which point, my unease returns and I force myself to awaken and start my day despite the big black bags still under my eyes from a lack of adequate rest.
I don't know what that's all about. I don't remember what happened.
The nights are getting worse for me. About a week ago, I tried with the help of Frances and Danny to hack into Chris's special portal that he built to teleport himself and all of us into Sonic's world to revisit the blue blur. Our attempt failed miserably. We tried every password imaginable. From Sonic, to Tails and Knuckles and Amy. Sonic's favorite hobbies such as "Chilli dogs" and "gotta go fast", were equally useless in allowing us to bypass Chris's security system that he had most elaborately created to keep the three of us along with his family out at any cost.
The tightness of his security countermeasures, could give the most advanced world governments and their top secret databases a run for their money. His firewall, was harder to crack than Eggman's ten-foot thick titanium plated killer robot that could survive even a nuclear missile like nothing.
I wheeeled myself past Chris's mother, the hysterically sobbing star actress Lindsey Thorndyke as she lost her footing and had to be caught by the world famous software titan Nelson Thorndyke, as he nearly lost his own balance holding his madly shrieking wife in his arms. Chris's loyal butler Mr Tanaka was karate chopping apart a sturdy oak tree with his bare hand in a fit of tranquil fury, and Maid Ella was rushing back into the mansion so as not to let any of us witness the intense rampage she would be unable to stop herself from unleashing.
The sound of breaking glass and falling metal deafened my ears, and I could barely find the strength to wheel myself forward. It was only the thought of Chris's smiling white face from the first day we met, which kept me going.
"This ends now." I quietly but firmly insisted, balling my fists as I looked away from the big blue clock on my green sitting room wall. "This can't go on. This just can't. If Chris doesn't come back safel, then his entire family will tear themselves apart in their sorrow, and I can't have that after how kindly they've supported me, Frances and Danny after Sonic and his friends left us."
I looked out of the window at the bleak, cloudy afternoon sky which was clearly about to erupt into a violent downpour that would drown anyone foolish enough to wander outdoors in the next few minutes or so.
"No." I insisted to myself, knowing no one was around me with both mum and dad still at work for at least the next three agonizingly long hours. They were grateful to recieve the charity of the Thorndyke family to which Chris belonged, but would still not give up working in its entirety. They were hard-working people who believed that so long anyone with a sturdy back and able to walk had a duty to earn their stay on this Earth that God had gifted them to share in. And so they would never accept offerings beyond the point that they considered to be mooching off the success of two renowned celebrities who had more than earned the right to bask in their glorious luxury for all the days of their lives.
"No. No. No. No. No. No." I cry out in sheer panic. For all I or anyone else knows, Chris could be dead or dying back in Sonic's world. He could be being held captive by Eggman and his devious robots, and being dangled over a massive barrel of boiling oil. He could be running away from another Chaos monster, like the one that even Sonic, Knuckles and Rouge combined couldn't defeat. He could be cold, scared, hungry, tired. As lonely and close to insanity as I am now, and on the verge of losing his mind, just like me.
He could even be fatally wounded, and I was just going to sit here and do nothing but twiddle my thumbs when the love of my life was in mortal peril. The first boy in my school I had ever met, who did not discriminate against me even though I had to use a wheelchair to get from place to place on account of my severe birth defect that badly damaged my leg, and made the rest of my body weaker and easier to tire than most people's.
Chris Thorndyke was a good man, with a heart at least as big as the United States of America. In the six years after Sonic left him, he had been nothing less than a chivalrous gentleman of immeasurable kindness to both me and the rest of his friends. He had spent all his time striving to better himself, knowing that the chance to use his newly learned skills that he spent day and night trying hard to master might never ever come.
As his age changed, so did he change. He grew to become far more handsome as his expression slowly became more taciturn and serious from years of streneous study. His muscles particularly around his chest became more fit and toned as a natural result of the many back breaking jobs he had taken up to support his beloved family and prove more to himself than to them, that he was not a wasteful burden.
His voice much to his dismay and eternal shame, deepened to sound far less friendly and instead more gutteral and monotonous like the rumbling of a heavy boulder down a steep mountain slope. With every note his vocal range descended, his self-loathing and feelings of inadequecy and talentlessness deepened all the more.
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"But Chris. I love your new voice. You should know that how everything changes, that nothing's gonna change my love for you. Surely, you ought to know by now how much I love you after all we've been through." I desparately cried out to him one freezing winter's afternoon, when he looked particularly forlorn and gloomy. When it seemed as if the weight of the world were laid upon his shoulders, and his paleness made him seem like a ghastly spirit dressed in the clothes of his former life rather than a living human being.
Chris did not answer immediately, but rather sat staring right through me with an empty look that frightened me terribly. Made even worse by how his sullen expression neither brightened into a smile, nor darkened to a scowl. It was like I had just spoken to a lifeless statue, and the silence in the air made my heart pound like a maddened drum.
He had shown up twitching and trembling all over for one of our first serious dates together at a nondescript and simple little diner in the city not far from his family mansion. Big black circles pooled around his usually bright and alert eyes, and his every momvement seemed to be purposefully made in slow motion. A direct contrast to how his usual way of life sought to mimic our shared hero Sonic's blazing speed and endless optimism.
Having not slept for two nights before this point probably hadn't helped his state of mind either. It was apparent that throughout this conversation that wasn't coming easily, he was trying but failing to let out his pooled up tears from behind his bloodshot eyes.
"H, Helen. I' I'm sorry" The empty shell of a man impersonating my sweetest boyfriend managed to weakly murmur out at long last. "I can't live withhout Sonic and his friends. I miss them so. They provided me company when I was all alone. They gave me strength where I had none. They made me feel like I was really a part of something, when I got to save the world fighting by their side. But most of all, they made feel like even a pathetically useless nobody like myself, could actually be worth something."
The horrific noise he uncontrollably let out following this rant that was uttered all in one indrawn breath, was the cry of an animal. It said more than a library of books could ever communicate, and it shook me to the bone as I recoiled back in shock. What started out as a beautiful and romatnic date complimented by two generously seasoned hot dogs for our main course, and an absolutely mouthwatering Tiramisu with extra sprikles for our just desserts, had become a terrible self-flagration for the world's most depressed masochist who was unable to accept any realistic or reasonable reassurance from even his closest kindred spirit.
"But Chris. I'm here for you. I was always here for you, and always will be." I furiously protested, a burning fire in my voice despite the freezing fear threatening to engulf me. "And when we're both old and grey and it's time to say "so long and thanks for the memories" to this awful world that doesn't give a damn about our feelings, I'll find you in heaven and we'll be together till the end of time itself. So will our other two best friends forever; Frances and Danny."
Chris did not regain the slightest semblence of emotion at my passionate and heartfelt proclamation of true love. He continued to look right through me like I was not really there, and that I was but an illusion like the ghosts in the creepy castle where he once assisted his dear mother Lindsey in one of her blockbuster movies. Such a good and supportive son, and such an accomadating and flexible parent, who was able to find a time and place to spend with her offspring even through her gruelling and unforgiving work schedule.
Such was the awful way things worked in this great wide wacky world, where it was agonizingly painful to be either dirt poor or filthy rich. Where all negative feelings were assumed to be nothing more than unimportant nuisances not worth taking the time to address, and a victim of depression was given no more sympathy beyond being told to shut up and bottle their emotions to the breaking point.
But mostly, where not having the ability to walk like "normal people" made people like me the laughingstock of every single student and teacher. Except my extremely kind friends whose hearts of gold gave me the will to live from day to day in spite of all my own battles with depression.
Let it be remembered that depression is a slow and insidious killer that waits invisibly for a blind eye to be turned towards it, before it strikes its hapless targets as it tortures us into submission. Depression doesn't care when you are rich, or poor. Healthy or disabled. Famous or obscure.
A mansion full of expensive consumer goods and the sweetest of servants cannot save you when it rears its ugly head, nor can the greatest weapons available to mankind.
Such was the hidden enemy trying to wrest the saintly Christopher Thorndyke away from me. He really had been badly traumatized by a childhood of loneliness, and his servants could not substitute for the absence of his parents.
It is not necessary to describe how the rest of the awkward date went after this. Suffice to say that it ended only after I reaffirmed time and again that I, Frances and Danny had not jumped through the portal into Sonic's world and so could still keep him company as long as we lived. It took 20 long and difficult minutes to calm the distraught Chris down, and even then it was most likely only because he forced himself to put on a brave face before he distressed me further. The ice cream had melted, and a gooey mess was trickling from the bowl onto the tablecloth. The steak and chips had cooled to the point of resembling the ice cream, and become all but inedible.
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I hastily put on a yellow raincoat with some difficulty, and wheeled myself outside. A few drops of dew had began to pitter and patter, but I steeled my resolve and pressed on down the specially engineered ramp created by my loving parents solely for my use.
I may not have had the speed of Sonic the hedgehog, but I certainly had his brave heart and his sympathetic concern for my friends.
I had taken up Software Engineering as my University Degree of choice one year ago, after finding it harder and harder to garden as my condition worsened. I wanted to ensure that there would never be another Eggman incident ever again, once I had become accustomed to the idiosyncracies and intricacies of modern technology. It was a decision that delighted both my supportive mum and dad, and caused Chris's father Nelson to gasp in utter disbelief as he winked his eye very excitedly and prouldy while pointing the index finger of his thumbed up right hand straight at me when I announced my choice.
This was the main reason I spoke before everyone for choosing such a complicated and risky degree, in which 9 out of 10 aspiring freshmen failed miserably during the first semester. The ulterior motive, involved my dreams turned nightmares of the so called "Maria" that Sonic had briefly mentioned in passing. The part of my dream where she was unable to key in the escape pod codes with great enough alacrity, and hence left herself a sitting duck for the deviously evil gunman who killed her without mercy and turned her family name into an insult by destroying all the brilliant technological inventions built by her devoted and generous grandfather who built the amazing space colony known as ARK solely for her to have somewhere comfortable to live despite her sickness.
The University that daddy had chosen for me on his one day off work from the grocery store, was a very oddly named one. It was not named after the place it was situated, nor its unknown founder or even after one of its more prestigious staff members. It was known only as "Aincrad Institute of Techonology: Where the virtual world meets the real world.". Daddy said it was a good choice because of its very positive reviews which gave it an average score of 4.97 out of 5 on Twitter, and had a very cheap price along with a very short distance from our family home.
But the biggest reason that daddy in his infinite wisdom decided he liked this university and which I completely agreed with him on, was the pretty professor with the pure and honest smile on the front cover of the University's introductory website. A very carefree yet very compassionate appearing woman with long chestnut brown hair that trailed all the way to her shapely waist, clad in what was almost certainly the most stylish school uniform that had ever been worn for as long as the concept of education existed. This professor who specialized in all the wondeful workings of computing, network security and everything else there was to know about modern day electrical systems was the one I was heading for now.
She had stopped multiple DOS, Kernel and Phishing attacks on our University systems in class as the rest of my new bright-eyed classmates ran around the room panicking like crazed headless chickens. Immoral hackers out to make a quick buck from the most unsuspecting upstanding citizens were very common in this day and age.
She had modestly told us the story of how just before she moved into teaching, she spent one day and one night brute forcing the seemingly ironclad security system of a Drug Kingpin from Brazil trying to expand his violent gang's expansive network into our fair country starting with the peaceful Station Square as a taster. The gang in question were linked to a wealth of highly destructive weaponry that would make the proud American Military shake in their boots. They truly were so dangerous that they gave Eggman and his robotic army a run for his money.
But the pyramid scheme was toppled from its roots, and every member was arrested in a timely manner after a hard day's work by our amazing teacher, who spoke of the incredibly difficult problem like it were a Sudoku puzzle she completed on the bus to pass the time. She really liked puzzles. Like Near from the Death Note Anime Series. The Drug Massacre was concluded before it truly began, thanks to my teacher who had rendered heroic service to America and recieved her own statue in the middle of Washington Square.
The epiphet etched onto its marble base read: Asuna Kazuto, nee Asuna Yuki. Born 2010, Tokyo Japan. Heroic digital defender of two countries.
I had studied well and hard under my teacher (though I preferred to refer to her as "Sensei" since it was a title she was far more comfortable with), but I had not yet learned how to brute force security systems like she had. I was still a grasshopper on the path to mastery in my chosen field of study. I did not yet have the keys to the door that Chris had sadly put up between himself and me, but I at least knew someone who most certainly did.
I silently congratulated myself as I increased speed heading down the road, the imposing edifice of my place of learning already coming into view. Chris's system for all its elaborate complexity, was still technically a computer. My lecturer's area of expertise was solely in computing software and security. I wondered why I failed to think this up earlier, and just how happy Frances and Danny would also be when I revealed the omniscient lady to them too.
For those people who are grumbling about the lack of imagery as I communicate this experience to you through this writing, just remember these things and you'll have a vividly clear picture of what the important figures in my gripping tale look like.
Chris is a splitting image of his beautiful mother, a star actress revered across the globe for the manifold blockbuster movies she's been pivotal to publicizing. His short, red and slightly spiky hair has the smoothness of the finest silk. His sky blue eyes give his expression the purity of a saint.
Frances: our other friend with FE in front of her male like me, is the equivalent of a thousand nukes and possesses the same firepower as the entire American army multiplied by twenty. Her amazing hair is hardly different from Chris's. Only a shade lighter, and an inch longer at most. Without meaning to exaggerate, the voice of Frances is a sweet and soothing melody that can wake even Coma patients.
Both Chris and Frances are common descendants of a famous astronaught, who had been roaming the galaxy centuries before humanity even imagined the concept of space exploration. His name was Sora the heart, and he visited many kingdoms on many planets in his endless wanderlust. The similarities in their appearance can therefore be easily explained by their shared ancestry, which Chris and I were ecstatic to learn about from Frances, who had an unusual fascination with geneology and family history.
As for myself, I distinguish myself from these two very distantly related cousins (fifth cousins, six times removed to be exact) by instead hailing from another household. The Hylian nobles to be exact, who once reigned over a prosperous and serene kingdom that was at one with nature. The air was clear and crisp, and the waters were pure and clean. Flowers, trees and shrubs grew of their own accord without the need for gardeners and farmers at all. It was known as "Hyrule" and it disintergrated in the very earliest days where human civilization was still in its formative stage.
It was ruled by the wise and brave Princess Zelda, who had gained the mystical power to be reborn as an infant each time her lifespan drew to a close. So in this way, Hyrule was ruled over its multiple generations by one and the same person during its entire existence. Only during brief periods where the newest incarnation of Zelda was not mature enough to lead, did a King and Queen act as temporary reagents. Instantly recognizable by her beautiful golden locks of flowing hair that fluttered like a petal in the wind, Zelda was beloved by all save for the most deviously evil and dark soul beyond salvation.
This explains my long golden blonde hair, that I've been allowing to grow for the past six years since Sonic's departure and which I now have to keep in a high ponytail for it not to obscure my vision. Unlike Frances, my lifestyle involves very little direct combat and so I can afford the luxury of not having to get constant haircuts when it doesn't suit me. To a lesser extent, my distant connection to a nature loving princess whose duty was to maintain the harmony of the natural Earth through her exclusive access to the supernatural power known as "the Triforce".
As with all other members of Zelda's once vast and powerful line, I had slowly lost access to such powers as it became harder to connect to the spirits of nature. Pollution had ruined the Earth, and the Triforce had become powerless as a result of being unable to regain a link to the angered and weakend spirit of greenery which could not function in an atmosphere rife with suffocating greenhouse gases such as Carbon Monoxide.
Oh, and my legs don't work. I prefer not to think about that, and I make it a point not to mention them unless absolutely necessary. Though I sometimes wonder if I could have slowed Chris's descent into depression if I could run and jump like Sonic, and soar through the air like Sonic's good friends Tails and Cream. Though even able bodied and healthy people can't fly like those two adoreable animals and that might be
This brings us to Danny. The last but certainly not least in our merry gang. While I went back to University and Frances became the Thorndyke mansion's personal bodyguard in a vainglorius attempt to inspire Chris's morale once more, Danny accomplished his lifelong dream as he richly deserved after supporting the three of us for so long through all the craziness that life with and without Sonic had put us through.
Danny became a skilled fighter who could also honestly declare himself a man of peace at the same time. He became a wrestling instructor; training children and young adults to stand their ground against the playground bully, the office jerk and the dark alleyway bandit while never abandoning their innocence and self control.
The type of wrestling he chose to train himself and others in, was a very risky and very complicated art that even veteran MMA champions and black belt Kung-Fu legends found difficult to get into and become proficient in. For it involved an incredibly risky manouvre that could prove just as painful to the user as to the target. But for those willing to put in the work and effort to perservere and master Danny's signature technique (which was ironically the one technique he knew how to utilize effectively), they became unstoppable powerhouses of unparalleled might whose raw martial prowess basically overrode the need for any form of weaponry. They could in a very real sense be conisdered bare knuckle killers.
Danny's art of war was called "submission". He had been inspired to use this move via constantly watching Knuckles the Echidna pummel Eggman's heavy metal crafts to smithereens, with nothing but his red fists and righteous fury. Knuckles did not have high speed like Sonic, Chaos control like Shadow nor high-tech laser weaponry like Tails. He only had a hand that he could ball into a fist.
Submission wrestling as taught by Danny, was a gruelling and challenging task that even the most dedicated learners could spend a lifetime never coming close to mastering. But it could be described in two short and simple sentences that were as follows: The user grabs the target and then RECKLESSLY dives for the ground. This move also seriously maims the user.
The emphasis was on the word "Reckless". A careful scooping up, and a cautious slow motion hold simply did not count. When you fought the good fight and needed to protect the weak and helpless, all caution needed to be thrown to the wind.
Danny could pick up freight trucks with his gigantic muscles that he had spent years training up into peak condition, and hurl them across entire streets. He could shatter metre thick granite with a vicious knee. But mostly importantly, he could grip the most violent bullies who were scaring the youngsters and lasses in our school into headlocks, and make them rethink their erroneous and dirty lives of lowly crime.
These bullies had been growing in number since Sonic was no longer around to patrol Station Square, and Danny had become a wrestling champion almost solely for the purpose of ensuring that Sonic's departure would not bring about a hopeless dark age for our idyllic suburb.
His main intent however, was to try and function as a psuedo Knuckles as a last ditch resort to help Chris forget his incurable sorrows. In a similar vein as to how Frances exerted herself to the very end of her limits to become an expert marksman, master fencer and the three time Gold medal winner of the World Olympic fifty mile Marathon. All so she could become the best replacement possible for both Sonic and Shadow, both of whom were seen as Chris as both brother and father figures in the absence of his own father Nelson.
Previously, I had stuck to my personal hobby of growing rare and exotic flowers in my garden. It let me fill the shoes of both Cream and Amy who were both avid gardeners also, and it warmed my heart when Chris came to observe my carefully maintained garden and smiled a grateful smile to me.
Software Engineering was my final line of defense against Chris's festring depression. I wanted to ensure Tails's position as a computer genius was also covered, so that the last hole in Chris's bleeding and brooding heart could finally be patched up, and he'd go back to his old cheerful self again.
All these important facts were things I promised myself that I'd tell Chris the instant we met him again, since I would not make the same mistake that he made of not notifying my loving and caring friends and family before going to Sonic's world to leave them behind for an indefinite amount of time. I knew without needing to ask, that Frances and Danny would immediately agree to my request that they accompany me to see both Chris and Sonic again in that other world which must be incredibly fun with how it kept Chris too occupied to try and contact any of us. In fact, they'd have my neck (in a friendly, harmless way) if I didn't take them along with me.
But first I needed to hack into Chris's computer. And to hack such a complicated system designed specifically to keep me out, I needed a professional whose expertise far exceeded mine. I smiled to myself for always putting my hand up and demonstrating maximum enthusiasm whenver Mrs Kazuto asked any question to the class, and for always submitting my homework assignments in a timely manner and careful fashion in which I nearly always got the highest grade bracket. For bringing deliciously backed cakes to my favorite lecturer, so she had something to eat and didn't starve from entire days of focusing too hard on a digital screen.
All these factors combined would make it far easier to enlist her much required assistance. But even if I had been a terrible pupil who never did my homework, I was certain that Mrs Kazuto would gladly help anyway. She really was just that rash and hasty in her peerless compassion.
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Author Notes.
Thank you for reading. Please review if you like this story and want me to keep writing. I honestly feel it's sad that we didn't see more of Chris's friends, and that they didn't also go with Chris to Sonic's world in Season 3.