i made something special for you guys cause its halloween
its not connected to any of my stories - its just for us to have fun
enjoy my cosmic horror attempt!


There seemed to be an extra door in Tails's workshop. Sonic did a double take. He had been walking down the hallway, on his way to the kitchen specifically, only to notice a door where there was usually a blank wall. Curiosity stifled the midday munchies Sonic's guts were currently feeling as this new entryway took up brain space. Where bland hunger and an appetite for cookies had been, the turning wheels and gears of his mind now reigned. He could have sworn that there was never a door there.

Sonic looked around. His ears poked out past walls, proceeded by his head, looking for any sign of the young inventor. Red shoes tapped supersonically as the wheels turned harder and harder within his brain. So many questions, and no person to answer them.

"Tails?" Sonic called, scratching his head.

Tails was out of the house - and wouldn't be back for some time as a matter of fact. Sonic had forgotten in the midst of the curious appearance that Tails was presenting his robotics dissertation at Spagonia University for his chance at being the youngest Mobian to ever hold a PHD. Heck, the youngest person to ever hold a PHD. White gloves smacked against blue fur as Sonic gave himself a noteworthy facepalm. How stupid of him to forget.

In the remembering, laid more questions. For Tails had been far too busy to make any renovations on the workshop. The young fox had even halted his groundbreaking (literally and figuratively) inventions to make said dissertation. How in the world could he install another room? Green eyes swiveled back to the door. So where did it even come from? The teen approached it cautiously. It was, apparently, a normal looking door.

Slowly, Sonic reached out, touching the brass doorknob with his gloved paws. It felt like a normal door. The fingers snapped back, locking under his chin as Sonic leaned forwards to look at his reflection in the knob. His foot tapped harder, sending a rhythmic whir echoing through the hall as he squinted at the reflection. Was he going crazy?

"Ah screw it." Sonic spat, ignoring any warning that lingered in his mind about privacy. Within a second, the blue speedster had snapped his hand out and swiped the door open.

Green eyes grew wide with confusion. Looking back down the hallway, both ways, Sonic tried to make ups and downs of the sight before him. This didn't make any logical sense. On the other side of the door, was another hallway.

Sonic poked his head in, looking left and right only to conclude that this was the exact same hallway his feet on the other side were planted in. How in the world could Tails have two identical hallways? Sonic scratched his head.

Slowly, the puzzled teen placed his right foot into the new hall. Looking around, Sonic pulled the rest of himself through, snapping himself to a stiff position with his arms by his side. This was too weird. It was the exact same hallway. Sonic turned, looking around. Slowly, he wandered into the nearby living room, still finding it identical to the one he just left. His eyes strayed around, another strange sight just registering in his peripheral vision. Another out of place door. This time: under the stairs.

"What?" Sonic coughed, zipping over to open it. Looking around the room briefly; he turned and slid open the door, only to find another identical living room.

Sonic had no words. He stepped inside, only to spot yet another door. This time barely in sight within the kitchen. The speedster didn't even run. He just picked up his feet and slowly walked through the room and hallway and into the kitchen where he had his original destination. The fridge. Or so it seemed. For when he opened up the fridge, the food was gone.

"Well that's just lovely." He grumbled, slamming the appliance shut. Seeing nothing better to do than satiate his curiosity, Sonic opened the newest door.

It led back into the kitchen.

"What!" Sonic shouted, briefly tossing his hands in the air. This made no sense. With a huge puff of confusion and disbelief, Sonic stepped into the other kitchen and shut the door behind him.

There weren't any new doors in sight. The teen breathed a sigh of relief. Grabbing a bag of chips off the counter, Sonic waltzed into the living room and flounced on the couch. With a contented sigh, he kicked his red sneakers up on the mahogany coffee table and reached for the remote. When it didn't fall within arm reach, Sonic leaned slightly, sliding through the gray cushions until his gloves found the rectangular object. With a quick and quiet celebration, the speedster switched on the tv and dove his hand into the bag. Flipping through the channels, Sonic rummaged his fingers around in the chips, feeling for the perfect one as the stations switched by. Finally, some explosions caught his emerald eyes - and he settled on an action adventure movie. Right on cue, the most excellently round chip reached his fingers at the right moment. Perfection. Lifting the snack to his lips, Sonic bit down.

Confusion set in as the chip he pulled out of the bag held no flavor. It didn't even give a satisfying crunch. Sonic pulled the object out of his mouth, looking it over. It certainly looked like a chip. Why didn't it taste or behave like one? Azure ears flicked as the tv actors started talking. A frown crossed his brows as the perceived gibberish garbled through the speakers. Sonic spoke 21 and a half languages; all learned from his extensive world travel. And yet, he did not understand a word the actors were saying.

With an even bigger frown, Sonic flipped the tv off. Picking up a book, the hedgehog decided to get some reading in. Upon opening the novel, Sonic felt his heart drop. The words that lined the pages were unintelligible. Some held familiar characters like an "e" or "r" but as far as the rest, it was….gibberish. The only thing that could be gathered were quaint squibbles that resembled letters - or maybe pictures. Angrily, Sonic flipped through the papers, skimming as fast as he could for a single intelligible word. When the pages ran out, he picked up the next book. And the next book. And the next. Every single book on the brown-stained shelf he furiously flipped through, paper and hardback, flew through the air; all cycling through the hedgehog's hands in his desperate attempt to find something that made sense…

Huffing and puffing, Sonic fell on the books. All of them, now piled at his feet, held absolute gibberish. Every single last one. Even the diagrams were unintelligible - unknown labels labeling unknown objects in the most forign way possible. Sonic looked around, absolutely confused. He wasn't going crazy was he? This was all a dream right? Sonic grabbed his head, shaking it a bit in the attempts to quell the rising anxiety. Emerald eyes snapped open, glancing across the room once again. That's when he saw it.

A door in the loft.

Sonic bolted up the stairs, almost tripping in the process as he reached the door in half a millisecond. White fabric gloves grasped around the frame, fingertips exploring all the cracks and crevices as Sonic pulled on the trim. Seeing the door was firmly placed in the wall, Sonic threw it open, finding- expectedly- another loft on the other side. Only this time, things were different. In the worst way.

Slowly walking through, Sonic looked around, trying to grasp in his mind what exactly was going on. The best way he could put it, was that the world - was italicized. Sonic found himself in a crooked house filled with crooked furniture and crooked paintings. Racing to the twisted ballister, Sonic looked down, staring through the wall sized window that the living room held to the crooked world outside. The crooked trees swayed in the crooked wind as a crooked flicky fed her crooked babies in a crooked nest. The only thing that kept Sonic from screaming was the fact he was overwhelmingly dizzy trying to process the new world he entered.

Red shoes walked across the warped floor, slowly making its way down the bumpy stairway. Sonic dared not run. He could not tell if the floor was full of holes, or if the shadows were playing tricks on his mind. If he were to slip and fall, who knows where he could end up. The only way he could describe his feeling was like a poor girl named Alice in a strange world called Wonderland.

Sonic looked around. Cautiously he put his hand on the coffee table, feeling its hilly surface with a profound blankness in his mind. What was going on? The blue teen dared not sit on the couch even though he felt woozy enough to faint. The living room made the hedgehog extremely disoriented as the wall leaned one way while the furniture leaned and spiraled the other. Sonic felt his stomach turn. The twisty nature of the chairs and tables felt so unnatural. The recently emptied bookshelf seemed to have gaping holes instead of shelves.

Wandering into the garage in the hopes of finding some invention to get him back, Sonic lurched around, body unsure of which way was up or down. Spotting stacks of papers on the inventor's desk, the blue teen stumbled over, taking them in his hands and shuffling through them. Tails's diagrams looked like nothing but non geometric scribbles with unreadable hieroglyphs scattered around. Sonic felt his knees go weak. He tumbled to the ground as anxiety and confusion rattled through his core. His hand held him semi upright as he caught the back of the inventor's chair with his unsteady claws.

Then, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw another door. This door was also crooked, but regardless of the house's layout - it shouldn't have been there. Picking himself up, Sonic stumbled over to the door, weaving through unfamiliar devices as he closed on the doorway. Reaching with his mind, he hoped - no prayed with all his heart it would just take him back home. All the blue teen wanted was to get out of this creepy version of his own house and get back to his real one. Falling on the doorknob, Sonic swung it open, only to trip inside.

The walls folded in and out of themselves, objects duplicating and reabsorbing while the floors waved up and down. The sheer sensory input from the movement and infinity of his own garage forced a scream out of the blue hedgehog's body. His green eyes darted around the room - trying and failing to make something of the pure insanity he was met with.

All color was infinitely saturated and infinitely muted at the same time as his perspective shrunk and grew simultaneously. Sonic rolled into a ball, trying to make sense of the non-euclidean geometry and fractals that made up his world as he cried out in pure pain. Rolling around he knocked into a garbage can. The sound of it clattering to the spinning floor grew deafeningly loud and indescribably quiet as Sonic covered his ear and yelled. His normally strong body fell weakly to the concrete yet again as the patterned walls moved in and amongst itself in mind boggling ways.

Green eyes spun and twirled with the room as Sonic's very body seemed to fall victim to the madness. His hands seemed tiny and enormous as he clawed his way towards the endlessly repeating doorway out. Sweat dripped onto the floor as the speedster drug himself into the house; the wooden floors making him vomit from the optically distressing repetition. Every board vibrated with movement, each grain of wood growing and shrinking, duplicating and disappearing with maximum disorientation. The trim, the walls, the couch, the stairs, every single object in the house pained Sonic to even let his teary eyes glance towards. Flipping on his back, Sonic let out another cry of pain, blood dripping from his nose and ears as his head pounded. The more he looked the more he ached, body seemingly falling apart and reattaching itself as the hedgehog drug himself through the living room.

Falling into the white and rainbow bathroom, Sonic vomited again into the endless toilet. He watched as his internal organs bled into infinity - not knowing if he threw up his breakfast or his stomach itself. Pushing back he knocked his blue spines into the wall, sending searing hot needles of pain throughout his whole system. Sonic felt tears drip from his eyes as the tiles folded in on themselves. Sonic grasped his fur and pulled, voice distorting as his yells pierced the air. The mirror cracked as Sonic looked up, seeing yet another door in the refracted reflection.

Wobbling to his knees, Sonic reached around until he found the handle. Not knowing what laid on the other side horrified him. For minutes he lay there, body forced against the bending and twisting wood as he contemplated his choices. He could choose to stay in this Hell that was slowly killing him; or he could try to go home.

Making his choice he grasped harder- the knob twisting and pulsating in his bloody gloves as he turned with all the strength he had, pushing through the door and spiraling into something indescribable.

The very house breathed as Sonic tumbled into oblivion, his very body turning inside out and rightside in as unspeakable horrors passed in front of his face. His endless scream was lost in the void as the black and white flashes of color and saturation blasted through his inside out eyes and rightside in retinas. Sonic felt his cells pull and push, the house move around him as he fell through door after door after door.

He felt everything and nothing, he was the house itself and then nothing at all. Mind became matter and matter became mind. Neurons dead and alive. Colors bright and dull. The doors whizzed by as he fell endlessly - body distorting and pain increasing to infinity.

His mind screamed as his body ceased to exist in the sheer cosmos of existence. For he could neither understand, or even comprehend the objects and colors he saw. His very world ceased to exist as his eyes faded from his body - if he even had one. Sonic felt everything tear from himself, until there was nothing left but blankness.

In the oblivion he floated. Each millisecond passing like a thousand years with millenia passing like blink. He knew nothing. Saw nothing. Felt nothing. For there was nothing.

A sharp beeping woke Sonic with a scream. A furry object jumped and scrambled off the floor as Sonic sat bolt upright, face pale and mouth open with endless horror trying and failing to come out of his mouth. With a noiseless yell Sonic pulled at his fur, arms lifting up and pulling his quills as he leaned back to shriek out for real.

"Sonic you're alive!" a familiar voice cried. Sonic barely comprehended as a yellow fur ball attached to his shoulders and squeezed him tight, pushing the air out of his lungs and with it- his ability to yell. Slowly, his emerald eyes blinked, room coming into focus as his body relaxed slightly. He was in a white room. There was a bed, he was laying in it. He was… in a bed? Sonic looked around at the various machines that decorated the room. Were those medica-

"Sonic!" Tails cried, suddenly appearing in Sonic's face. "You made it!"

"Wh..what happened…buddy?" Sonic weakly coughed out, noticing a breathing tube in his nose.

Tails scrunched his eyes shut, tightly reattaching himself to his older brother's strong torso. The intense trembling matched the anxiety Sonic felt inside as he realized Tails was genuinely worried for his health.

"You almost died…" He squeaked out. "There was a gas leak in the house… Knuckles found you passed out in the bathroom…"

Clarity struck Sonic's head.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Spagonia?!" He half yelled, peeling the fox off of him. "You have a dissertation to present!"

"Sonic…" Tails spoke, spinning his tails together and hovering himself out of the hedgehog's grasp. "My dissertation isn't for two weeks."

"Then why were you gone?" Sonic hissed, trying to lean in close only for his breathing tube to stop him short.

"I was making a grocery run" Tails sighed. "Remember how you emptied the fridge of all those leftovers? Knuckles was gonna come in and collect our Chaos Emerald but you weren't answering any of his texts."

Sonic slumped back on the hospital bed. With a groan he planted his hands on his face. All of that pain. All of that suffering. None of it was real. Sonic burrowed himself under the covers, trying to think on where to even begin his explanation to his latest existential crisis. Worriedly, Tails sat himself back down on the chair, as Sonic finally opened his mouth to speak.

"I had one heck of a dream."