The first truly coherent thought the being had was 'What's that big blue thing?'

Up to this point it had mainly been looking at the inky darkness surrounding it and marveling at the glimmering white spots scattered throughout just about everywhere, but it's vision was quickly engulfed by the planet it was falling towards. Upon closer inspection of said planet, it noticed some whites, greens and browns, as well as glowing hints of red and purple just beyond the cracked outer layer.

The being decided that 'beautiful' (whatever that meant) was the best way to describe the view.

Not before long, however, the peacefully drifting white had gone from being below it to being above, and the being started its second coherent thought.

'That's a lot more blue. It's not glowing like it used to back when I was above the white stuff. Oh, and there's a spec of green. Wow, it's getting pretty big now-AJDHSKSHDK'

It was at that point that the being hit the ground. And received a very, VERY intimate lesson about the concept of fall damage. A small part of its mind noted, with mild dissatisfaction, that it was very difficult to think coherently when in extreme pain.

It was instantaneously drowned out by the being's louder thoughts of 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH' and 'OH SWEET CHAOS WHY WAS I CREATED' along with thoughts of 'SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE IT STOP' mixed in for a little flavor. Not that said being's thoughts were actually that understandable but the basic intent was there.

It hurt too much to stay still. It hurt to much to move. And it was extremely lucky (or unlucky depending on one's perspective) that no one was around to see it as it was kind of a pathetic sobbing mess of agony at the moment and it would stay that way until dawn. And as the sun rose, its conscience and body slowly gave way to their original inhabitant. Thus there Sonic the hedgehog was. Covered in the morning dew and laying in an unusually large imprint on the ground.

When Sonic first opened his eyes, his first thought was 'Huh. Don't remember heading here to sleep.' He stood up and yawned, stretching to work out the kinks that usually came with sleeping on the ground. Then his memories came rushing back. 'Wait a tic, I was fighting Eggman in his battleship. In space! How did I get here? And where'd the emeralds go?' And that last question was especially important, considering that he still hasn't beaten Eggman yet. He looked out at the ocean with a grimace. 'Oh Chaos, I hope they didn't fall into the water. Welp, I might as well start looking for them now'. With his task in mind, he shook off his drowsiness and went to work.

He zipped around the 'Island? Peninsula? Man, it's too early to think.' and found the emeralds, fortunately all of them nearby. Though he did notice, with growing concern, that all of them were lacking their usual glow. 'Well, that's not good. Ugh, Knuckles is gonna kill me.' With a sigh, he stashed the gems into his quills, trying to sort out his thoughts as well as figure out his next move.

"Okay, so I just woke up...somewhere. Now that I think about it, I don't really know how long I was out for. What happened, what happened...oh, right. I was at the battleship, fought Eggman, went super?...Yeah, yeah, went super, got captured, uuuuhhh" Sonic fell silent, wracking his mind for any recollection beyond that point but was only coming up blank. He sat down, ignoring the dampness of the grass and feeling just a tad bit lost, before suddenly perking up and snapping his fingers.

"Tails! I can ask him if he knows anything."

He reached for the communicator Tails had him kept on his ankle. Or at least it should be on his ankle. After feeling around in his socks, shoes, and quills; Sonic heaved an even bigger sigh. 'And now Tails is gonna kill me too.' Not seeing much of a point in staying where he was, he hopped onto his feet and headed towards town without sparing the island a second thought.

He could only hope that he'd have enough rings left to use a payphone.

(A few hours earlier)

Tails sighed as he update the Tornado-1. Now usually he would be alongside his older brother Sonic, but as of now his plane wasn't exactly suitable for space flight, and chaos control was unpredictable when more than one person was involved (especially for an ametuer whose only experience with it was less of a controlled teleport and more of a 'CHAOSJUSTGETMEOUTTATHISCASPULE').

As much as he hated it, all Tails could do was wait. It wasn't that he was worried, Sonic did have all seven chaos emeralds on him after all, but he was feeling kind of useless. Pushing those thoughts aside, he climbed into the cockpit and fiddled with the controls. With a mechanical whir, the biplane's wings transformed into a X-shape, before leveling back into its original form.

Smiling in satisfaction, he hopped out of the plane and yawned. The update probably wasn't worth an all-nighter but without anyone around, it was really easy to lose track of time.

He slowly trudged up the stairs to his room, leaning heavily on the rail that was...trembling? Tails frowned in confusion.

And then the world shook.

Adrenaline chased away any drowsiness he had as his loose hold on the rails turned into a vice like grip. He let out a panicked cry as the lights went out, multiple appliances beeping in discontent of the sudden lack of electricity. He could hear shelves falling in the rooms around him, and he knew that had he headed to his room faster, more likely than not he would've been crushed by the debris. And everything just kept shaking.

And then, nothing.

With shuddering breaths, Tails clumsily stumbled back into his garage. He shifted through now broken computers before coming across his Miles Electric. It was one of his earlier inventions, although its graphics were atrocious, it was very sturdy and Tails was not feeling picky at the moment.

He booted it up and tried to contact Sonic's communicator. His heart plummeted when he saw two simple words in the middle of an empty screen.

NO SIGNAL