BEFORE YOU READ:

1.- Obviously, this story contains A LOT of head canon, which may or may not be of liking to the reader. I'm going to mix a lot of lore from different Sonic media, with the exception of the comics (both Archie and IDW), since they're already lore-heavy and open enough for people to make head canons from them.

2.- This fanfic has some dark moments, which could turn off some people. No gore nor swearing are present, though, so it can be enjoyed by people of all ages; nonetheless, if you consider the story's darkness to be too heavy, feel free to move on to a different story.

3.- No requests for the story from the comments are taken. I'll develop it myself as time goes by. However, I'll gladly accept any comment that comes my way. Views are nice, but the comments feel like the extra tip in the payment on a restaurant.

4.- You could have seen this coming from #2, but the story's going be a little bit edgy and, to some, cringeworthy at times. I intend to leave it like that, though. Don't worry, it's not going to be the "emo" type of edgy, and ABSOLUTELY NOT any "Shadow The Hedgehog" type of edgy. No vampire or fantastical creature 2008-ish edgy shenanigans, either. And no FCs, save for a few exceptions. I'll try to stay as true to the original lore as possible.

5.- Needless to say, ALL of the main characters, and the Sonic The Hedgehog franchise in its entirety belong to SEGA. In what are 30 years of life for the Blue Blur, I'd rather think of this fanfic as a tribute rather than an Ultimate Universe. Thank you for existing, Sonic.

6.- Thank you for choosing this fanfic, and I hope you enjoy.


CHRISTMAS ISLAND, 00:00 AM


"MOM! DAD!"

A little hedgehog's lonely screams could be heard in the night, piercing the sound of the sizzling flames among the debris.

It was a full moon that night on the planet of Mobius. Usually, in these special occasions, the people of Christmas Island would dance around and celebrate, while praising the Emerald that they had possessed. A gift from the superior gods, a quiet and peaceful island, and a perfect night for everyone to be happy.

All of that taken away by that monster. The child was crying for help, praying and pleading for the things he loved the most to stay with him.

"PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE ME!"

Yet, his pleas would never be answered. For his father and mother, have ceased to exist. No longer in this world, their hearts have stopped beating.

And now, all that remains of them are cold hands, letting go of a grasp they couldn't hold.

"NOOOOOOO!"

"Sonic, we have to go! There is no other choice!" Said an elderly owl as he carried the child through the fire, to what he believed would be a place safe of the monster that threatened their lives.

Yet, the child's cries were a constant reminder to him. A reminder that, no matter how far they would run, the monster would try to catch up.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOOOOOUUUUU!"

The child was looking fiercely, tears in his eyes, directly at the man behind the menace. The person who caused the destruction of everything he loved. He knew that he was looking back. He knew that he was maniacally smiling at everything that he ravaged upon. But there was one thing he could not hear…and that was the wretched man's sendoff.

"You hate me? Good. Live with it…or perish."


SOUTH ISLAND VILLAGE, 13:30 PM, THIRTEEN YEARS LATER


"So, the reason why it was called Christmas Island was because of the resemblance that both humans and animals found that was similar to the festivity of Christmas within…well, the entire island! Pine trees everywhere, snow on winter, red-nosed reindeers, and of course, this old owl who made of the island his home when he was a young adventurer. They immediately promoted me from Explorer Nicholas to Saint Clause, and we were all living happily there! Alas, it was a time that can never return…But it's good to remember once in a while, right? Any questions?"

"I have one!"

"Ugh…Yes, Sonic?"

"If the island was called Christmas Island because of Christmas…does that mean that South Island is called after a holiday named South?"

The children cracked a laugh. The adults just booed him. And the elderly owl swore to himself that next time that blasted hedgehog made the South Island joke, he would make sure to ground him from running for one week.

The place they were living on now was called South Island, obviously because of the direction where they found it. It was a much better home than they thought, even better than their last home. With its diverse ecosystem, friendly population (both human and animal) and amazing structures, it was a wonder to both the eye and the heart. Not only that, but it had some interesting ruins with mysteries that were presumed to belong to the long-lost Echidna tribe. However, to a certain hedgehog that didn't matter, since to him the island was nothing but an entire chunk of the world calling for adventure.

That hedgehog's name was Sonic. He was unlike other hedgehogs, as his fur color was blue instead of brown. He was called Sonic because of his other characteristic, shown from birth: supersonic speed. He would ofter run even faster than the hares, which were champions at running. He can run so fast that in the middle of it, he could curl inside his ball form and roll around without losing momentum. The wind often bothered him, so he wore goggles as green as his eyes to prevent that. But not everything was as simple as that; since he ran at such a high speed, his shoes would always be torn apart, and Nicholas Clause, the elder owl chief of the island and his babysitter ever since that incident, would always have to buy him new ones. Sonic didn't care about any of the problems that came along with his powers. He only cared about having freedom, the freedom he could only find in his crazy races.

Today, as usual, Sonic would blast off to run through the merry and calm Green Hills. Due to the zone's natural alterations that caused ramps, tunnels, and even some weird loop-like things, it was Sonic's favorite zone to run on. Especially the loop parts. He loved speeding through them and going all the way round, up and down, and he could curl into a ball to gain more momentum, which equalled more of the speed he loved so much. It's one of the only reasons he never leaves that zone in the first place. Just as he was running, he found one, and quickly went on to do his favorite thing. He ran through the loop, and saw as the world quickly went up, then upside down, and finally back to normal. All of that in just a few seconds. To him, it was really awesome, or as he'd like to say, "way past cool". Soon enough he had to jump on to a plain, where he could keep on running, to turn into the ball and drift all the way down into another loop. He even broke some rocks inside a tunnel. However, as incredible as it all was, the sun was already going past the middle. It was time to go home, and he had to go all the way back to the village. "More fun for me", Sonic thought to himself.

Sonic didn't care about the past anymore, or so he said. He just wanted to live in the present, without a worry in the world except for getting home on time and not annoying the neighbors. He wanted to keep running without looking back, and feel the breeze on his face that made him forget all the trouble that he caused.

However, today would be different.

Today would be the day Sonic stopped being a simple runner…and started being a hero.


The people at South Island gathered that day. Usually they would gather round Nicholas' house, once a week, to talk about certain topics that could present trouble. Fruit shortage and/or neighborhood quarrels would be the weekly chatter, but this time, the topic of the conversation was…Sonic.

"That hedgehog seriously gives me headaches. Last week, he jumped on my rooftop and broke it! It took me three days to get it fixed correctly, and you know what happens next?! He does it AGAIN!" shouted an angry mouse man.

"Yeah, not only that, but he also took my coconuts three days in a row! Sure, he left the exact number of rings needed to pay, but the least he could do is ask!" grumbled a slightly annoyed old monkey lady.

"Not to mention, he screwed up my picnic! You have to do something about him, Nicholas!" said a young bird teen.

"Calm down, people. I will talk to him about it.", said a clearly panicked Nicholas trying to calm down the angry crowd.

"YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT, BUT NOTHING HAPPENS!", shouted everyone in response.

This caused poor Nicholas to have a breakdown. "Listen, it's not that I don't tell him, it's that he doesn't listen! He just keeps going and going, as if I spoke to him in gibberish or something! I'm sick of it, too! I'm going to ground him this time, seriously! And if he keeps disobeying us after that, I'm going to—"

"Hey, what's that?!" shouted a little bird, pointing at the sky.

A giant aircraft covered everyone's line of vision. It was surrounded by some smaller aircrafts alongside it, and a bunch of flying metallic creatures. Everyone watched in despair, as they remember them well, too well.

They were the very same aircrafts that brought doom to Christmas Island, 13 years ago.

Nicholas could only whisper one thing under his breath: "So he's here…"

All of a sudden, the aircrafts started lowering. Then, from the biggest aircraft, a smaller one came out. Everyone kneeled down by instinct with their heads down on the floor, and they also ordered the children to do it quickly. Nicholas was the only one standing firm, as the small egg-shaped ship descended. As it finally lowered in front of everyone, its owner finally descended, one step at a time. It was a human, an adult human, with a metallic arm that stood out from everything else about him at first glance.

Then, he stepped forth—and that's where they could see him up-close. He was a hideous man, with no hair except for a brown-colored mustache and an equally brown beard, a nose that was abnormally red, and eyes pitch-black (they didn't know that they were goggles). His body was mostly in black garments, although it was notably large, especially at the torso. A red robe was covering him up, acting like if it were a king's garment. He was not a king, though; he was a dictator. And after doing the creepiest grin any of the citizens have witnessed in their lives, he approached Nicholas and opened his mouth, his voice as terrifying and ominous as everything else about him:

"Hello, Nicholas. Long time no see. I believe you know what I've come for."

"I know, but I do not have what you're looking for, Ivo."

"That's Doctor Robotnik to you! If you know your place, you'd better know how to call me." The man exploded into a fit of rage after Nicholas called him incorrectly. It seemed this man, who calls himself Robotnik, did not like to be disrespected. "And besides, I have had enough of your lies. You will give it to me, or else…"

" 'Or else' what, you demented maniac? Do you remember what you've done to us? To that boy?"

Robotnik laughed maniacally, as if what he destroyed was nothing but a game to him. "Indeed, I remember. But you're making too much of a deal about it. I just set your island on fire, devastated its ecosystem, and killed a Mobian or two. That's nothing compared to my ultimate goal…"

Nicholas shivered. What other goals could this chaotic, deranged madman possibly have? Robotnik probably noticed his puzzled look, and he opened his arms as he boastfully declared his true desire:

"…THE TOTAL DOMINATION OF THE ENTIRE WORLD! Think about it. Having ultimate control of everything, making one's vision of the world perfect, without futile things such as war, poverty, racism, or country division…An entire planet, united under its rightful owner's fist of iron. And by "rightful owner", of course I mean me."

"…I'm not giving it to you. I'm protecting it with my life. You'll never get the Chaos Emerald that I possess!"

Robotnik simply said, "Understood.". Then, he snapped his metallic fingers. Robots fell out of the sky, immediately imprisoning every animal in their grasp. As they took them up to the aircrafts, Robotnik pulled out a small handgun, firing at Nicholas. Golden rings dropped. The next shot would kill him, but Robotnik instead typed some commands into his arms, as other robots began to move in unison. With a mad cackle, the doctor fiercely declared:

"Now I know it's no good to ask, so I'll just take it from you."

As the robots began to destroy everything in sight, from houses to plants, Nicholas's panic only grew wider, only for him to get hit on the back of his head. The old owl heard Robotnik's final words to him, as he drifted into unconsciousness:

"Don't be mad at me…blame yourself."


Sonic was merrily running his way back home, already seeing the village's signature palm tree from above the hill. However, when he got back, there was nothing that looked like the village he knew. As he watched the horrifying scenery, Sonic began hyperventilating. It was almost like what happened 13 years ago, when he was just two years old. Fire, raining everywhere the eye could meet, houses broken all around him, and the same robots that once terrorized the village.

To top it all off, Nicholas was lying on the floor, unconscious, as a ladybug-like robot approached him dangerously; clearly with evil intentions. Sonic was frightened about the fact that he no longer would have anyone to stay with. First, his parents, the very people that gave birth to him; and now, the only other animal that bothered to give him a place to call home.

Would he really lose it all to the same old fat human…?

"NO!"

Sonic ran as fast as he could, and after a jump, he kicked the robot, blasting it to smithereens. "I won't let him take it away", he muttered to himself. He looked back to see if his destructive save left anything behind, but he did not expect to see an animal come out of the robot…let alone a familiar face.

"Lola? Miss Lola Chimp, the market lady? What were you doing inside that robot?!"

"You're…The boy, Sonic…Did you save me?"

"Why do you make it sound like I'm the guy who put you in there? Am I THAT evil to you? Also, what do you mean by 'saved'? Were you kidnapped by someone?"

Sonic didn't want to ponder the 'disaster repeated' option, but who else could it be? "Was it…that man? Did he do this to you? What about Pops? Is he alright?"

He helped the monkey woman he saved stand up, and noticed that she was shaking to the core. Sonic grabbed her shoulders, trying to comfort her.

"…What happened here, Lola?"


Sonic ran straight to where the robots laid, following their trail. Soon enough, he arrived, finding that they were all over Green Hill Zone. They quickly turned to where Sonic was, but he began moving so fast that they only registered him as a blue blur. He blitzed through them with a kick, finishing them in one second. As he stood still, another robot, shaped like a bee with a gun for a stinger, decided to take the shot, but Sonic noticed it and narrowly avoided it. He then jumped in the air, and punched the robot in the air with super speed, destroying it completely. Other robots were falling down to get him, and Sonic simply stomped them. Before any more could get him, he simply ran and, with a slide, kicked them all away.

As he ran through the zone, he smashed every robot he could find in his way, kicking and punching them away. He ran through the suspending bridge, avoiding and destroying the robot piranhas in his way. He also made sure that the animals inside the robots went back to safety. Was every animal in South Island really being kidnapped and trapped inside these menaces? As Sonic shivered at the thought, he went down a small mound, but then he found himself between some other robots, with no way out; any way other than forward would lead to water, and he couldn't swim. In the middle of the pinch, he remembered something that Ricky, his "older brother" bird taught him:

"Listen, Sonic. It's alright to have super speed and all, but what's a wizard without some party tricks? You need to be cool, you know? Even cooler than the current you. Here, I'll teach you a little something called…breakdance."

The images zapped quickly to his mind. Sonic did a little thinking, and with quick reflexes he went upside down and did a double-kick, crashing the robots to pieces on the spot, and freeing the animals inside them. He was growing a little tired of all the kicking and punching, but it's the only thing he knew about fighting. He went through a loop, rushing and feeling the wind, but the uneasiness of the situation didn't let him enjoy it. At a moment, he saw a flying object, and he went running quickly to where it was.

As he drew closer and closer, catching up to it, he found out that it was shaped like a capsule, or rather like…an egg. He jumped and grabbed onto it, quickly being wiped away by the capsule's transparent hatch opening up, and the man inside it came outside spouting insults.

Then, they locked eyes on each other…

The bald, nose haired man was visibly surprised, as he wasn't expecting that outcome. He clearly remembered the hedgehog, but he was not in any draft for his plans, not in any of his possible outcomes. He expected that the loss of his parents, plus the trauma of burning his village, would have driven him to a state of depression and dread where he could not do anything; at worst, it could have led to suicide, but he was standing there, looking healthy and very much alive! Heck, he wasn't even in the village when he invaded it! So why was he here, and…wait, he was the one destroying his dear killer robots that he took so long to develop and mass-produce…wasn't he? That hedgehog…

Speaking about that hedgehog, he on the other hand had quite a burning memory of that man. As he saw him, he first trembled in fear, his eyes showing the clear memory of the disaster of that day. However, he had something that helped him cope with it, and made him happy again: his entire village. The kids, the adults, even the elders, but most importantly, his so loved 'Pops', Nicholas Clause. The man almost took that from him again, or was at least knee-deep in the process, and this hedgehog would not consent to that. He clenched his fists without realizing it, and was now trembling in anger, his eyes being as fiery as the flames the man caused.

Finally, both walked up to each other, standing straight and trying to impose their dominance on each other. And then, after thirteen years of missing out on each other, their first words of greeting came out of their mouths:

"You…You're that blue, devilish hedge-boy…!"

"And you...You're that monsterThe Eggman!"


TO BE CONTINUED


AUTHOR'S NOTES(Yes, I'll be THIS bothersome from Chapter 1): Credits off to 2009MECHAGODZILLA (once alive, now down) for the original concept design for Eggman, and Sparks ( bulletstations on Twitter) for the original concept design for Sonic (it still doesn't fully look like his version of Modern Sonic, but as the story goes on, I'll update it, I promise). It's thanks to their designs that I got all the inspiration that I needed for my story. I'll try to update this as frequently as possible, although university and personal stuff may be an obstacle. As with many other fanfics, don't expect much. Also, if you would like to, check out my other story about Super Smash Bros. called…A Super Smash Bros. Story. Literally. Yeah, naming sense 100, I know. BlackTorii18 out.

P.D: Don't be mad at the fact that Sonic isn't still fully like his in-game version. He's still a rookie by now, but he'll be better. LOTS better.