DISCALIMER - I DON'T OWN ANY SONIC TEAM CHARACTERS OR THE CAMERA OBSCURA
BUT I DO OWN MY FAN CHARACTERS! HAH!
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Sonic stood looking in the mirror in wonderment and shock.
"What's going on here?" He asked again, not to anyone in particular though, as there was no-one there, just to his reflection in the mirror. He ran his hands over his quills, tracing the crimson streak across his head. He sighed. "I need a coffee."
He walked over to his kitchen, but as he went down the hallway, he heard a small noise. He looked behind him to see the living room door move slightly. He inched closer and waited. Suddenly it opened, slowly with a long creak. What made it more spooky was that it was barely visible through the dark, it was still early morning, and was it not for one sole lantern lit in the corner, it would be pitch black in the room.
Sonic's eyes widened, not only in the mansion of his nightmares, but in his own home, it seemed he couldn't escape these mysterious goings-on no matter where he was, awake of asleep. He crept to the door and entered the living room, which to his surprise was fully lit, every crevice of the room was showered with light. This was slightly comforting, yet again chilling as the lights seemed to have come on all by themselves. As he went further in the room, some objects on his desk caught his attention.
Lying on his desk was the camera obscura, 'but didn't I have it when I went to sleep? I could've sworn I did,' Sonic mused as he approached it. On closer inspection he noticed a pile of photographs scattered around the camera on the desk. He glanced at some of the images, these were the photos he took with the camera of that spirit man.
"But how is that possible?" Sonic asked himself. Then he noticed something even stranger. Over in the corner of the desk was another photo, not one of his own hand, but one of a blue hedgehog, though you couldn't tell the colour because the photo was black and white, but Sonic instantly knew who it was standing in the photo, in front of a mirror. "That's me," he whispered. Next to the photo lay a small piece of paper, folded up neatly.
He picked it up and unfolded it, carefully reading the slightly smudged words written on the flimsy piece of paper.
'Today I saw something very strange. I saw Sonic there, clear as day, except he was different, taller, older, the others didn't notice him. I realised it must be one of my visions again, they become more frequent by the day. At least this one wasn't a vision of death. But why was Sonic here? Was it even Sonic? I'm sure it was him, maybe it's him from a future time. I have a bad feeling about this…
I showed Sonic the picture, he said he'd seen himself walking round the mansion a few times too. I feel glad he's here, he's the only one who shares these visions with me, others find us a little strange for it. He's very quiet though, he says less and less every day, and now he rarely talks to anyone but me, I'm worried something is troubling him, he always seems far away, not entirely living in the moment, he's like that often, but more so lately…
I've decided to try see the older Sonic again, maybe he needs help, I'll try really hard to help if I can, I'd do anything for Sonic…'
The note stopped there, the writing too smudged to read. Sonic's heart broke at that last sentence, he'd always wanted to be that close to Shadow, and it seemed once, he did. He sat down at the desk chair and read the note over again and again. So that's why Shadow had seen him, it seemed he had a kind of sixth sense, and that he himself did too, that would explain a lot of things he had seen in the past, those things every else insisted were not there…
He shook his head, eventually he's stopped telling people when he'd seen something strange, they'd just say he was lying or had lost his mind if he did, ever since he was little.
Amazing how even the world's greatest hero even had dark secrets to keep.
He returned his thoughts back to the present time, he really needed that coffee he decided on a whim, and without a further thought he went to the kitchen. Soon he was sitting down and sipping from his favourite mug, contemplating over recent events, ti wall strange, he could hardly tell when he was in the real world, or in the dream world…
He struggled to create the barrier between the two, he couldn't lose sense of order, or he'd go mad, if it wasn't for being so used to seeing strange things, he'd already have lost it. Suddenly he heard a noise behind him. He turned to see Shadow once again, standing behind him, wearing a worried expression on his face. Sonic was overjoyed and rushed back to his black counterpart's side. Shadow held out his arm and Sonic stopped dead in his tracks, he shivered as a deep voice spoke, in an unnaturally cold and dead tone.
"Sonic, I can't stay much longer, now you're starting to understand, I'm afraid I may not be able to hold on to my well-meaning side much longer. It's hard to explain, but if I attack you, you must use the camera, I'll be fine, do what you have to do, if you can make it through this, I can finally return to normal and rest in peace, then we can be together at last." Sonic blinked at these last words, and Shadow seemed to crack a sad smile. "My other side will help you, my younger side, the one who took that picture of you," he referred to the picture in the living room, "but remember, if you are in doubt of anything just use the camera. And remember, if you survive, we'll be together at last."
With these last words, Shadow disappeared, leaving Sonic alone in the house, staring at the spot he had stood moment before sadly. He hung his head.
"I'll try my best Shadow."
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Well this is shorter, but it shall do, please review!
