I don't own any Sonic the Hedgehog characters, but I might add in a few of my own.
"Dear Tails,
I have returned from the annual Sandy Beach Race and received first prize (obviously). I am currently on my way to see Knuckles on Angel Island. He says he's felt some sort of disturbance in the wind, and wonders if I could talk with him. Other than that, everything has been very calm. No sign of Eggman, so quite frankly, I'm bored."
Sonic put down his pen and rubbed his eyes wearily. It had been three hours since he had set up camp in the forest, and he was growing tired.
He picked up his trophy and examined it for the umpteenth time. He ran his hand over the golden cup, and his finger came to rest on the insignia on the front. It read:
Sonic The Hedgehog
1st Place
The simple words gave Sonic a feeling of satisfaction. Though he had won the same race many times before, the cup was like an old friend he didn't want to lose.
He put the cup down and locked it in its case. He rolled over in his sleeping bag, and waved away some fireflies that had settled by his head. He lay there, the sounds of the forest soothing him. He looked at the forest around him, and smiled. As he closed his eyes, he knew that he had returned home.
"Wake up, sleepyhead."
Sonic grunted and rolled over into the mattress. He still felt sleepy, and had had a dream about…
Wait a minute – what mattress?
Sonic sat up, wide-eyed and awake. Looking around, he saw he was in a double bed, inside a fancy hotel bedroom, and sitting next to him, under the covers was Amy Rose.
"Don't worry Sonic, it's only me." Amy leant over and kissed him, full on the lips. The shock left Sonic frozen for a few seconds. In all the time he had known Amy, all the times she had chased after him, she had never actually kissed him. It felt… it felt… he hated to admit it, but it felt… good.
"Wha…what am I doing here?" he stuttered, still partially in shock.
"Silly. It's our honeymoon, remember?" She leant over and began kissing his neck. "And let me say, you were good last night."
It took a few seconds for the severity of the sentence to reach Sonic's brain, but then all his senses were on Red Alert. Honeymoon? But that would mean…
"We're married?"
"Yeah," Amy laid her head on Sonic's lap. "I still can't believe it. After three years, too."
Three years? Sonic's head was swimming so fast he felt like a goldfish. He stared at a certain point in the room for a few minutes without realising what he was looking at. When his eyes finally focused, he recognized the case of his trophy. He got up out of bed, and crouched over it, examining it intently. It seemed the only source of safety right now.
"Sonic, what's wrong?" Amy asked, caution in her voice.
"I remember this. I won 1st place."
"No you didn't, you came eighth, remember? Are you feeling alright?"
Sonic stared at the trophy case. No, It couldn't have been. He remembered winning.
He slowly opened the case. Inside was a trophy all right, but it was a small, sullen brown colour, and was rusting in places. Inscribed on the front was:
Sonic the Hedgehog
8th place
Sonic held up the cup in disbelief. He clenched it so tight that he thought the handles would snap.
"What is going on?" He whispered."
