Knuckles turned his eyes across the circle of critters that gathered under Tails' roof for a meeting. Chris, Cheese, Cream, Rouge, Shadow, and even Dr. Eggman himself crowded together all for the same purpose. This purpose was to get their friend back and end Sonic's evil deeds.
Now Cheese spoke up, "Wait, I'm confused. All I've understood up until this point is Sonic has a canon, and he dipped the chaos emeralds in chocolate. What is wrong exactly?"
"I'm glad you asked." Knuckles replied. He spoke up again, not intending to stop for a very, very long time, "I'll explain everything. Two hundred years ago, in the deepest parts of the dark murky woods, where sonic and I lived at that time, young Doctor Eggman kept a chocolate fountain. Now, this was no ordinary chocolate fountain. Rumor had it that a meteorite carrying chocolate beans from unknown galaxies landed in those parts. The place where it landed just happened to have one of the highest temperatures on our Earth. So when the chocolate beans landed, it created a bubbling fountain of mysterious contents.
When Sonic and I were just boys we used to eat this chocolate, although young Eggman told us not to. Over time I began to grow increasingly stronger and I could lift mountains the size of planets. Sonic grew faster. He was so fast that there were times when no one could see him, and he was mistaken for a ghost. As you can guess, Eggman became worried. He had to stop us from ever becoming more powerful than we already were. So, he invited us to his birthday party, where he tricked us into drinking tranquilizing poison. We both fell asleep and he destroyed the fountain with every ounce of the technological fiber in his bony body.
When Sonic and I woke up, we were both furious. In our rage we plotted to seek revenge on the man who so foolishly took our only treasure from us. Sonic searched for the ultimate way to destroy all that Eggman ever wanted, and then take his life. I was too angry. All I wanted was to quickly destroy everything. Sonic and I parted ways, knowing our hopes for revenge conflicted.
While I searched for Eggman, I discovered something beautiful. There was a village of people like me. They were echidnas. They had a giant green rock that made their village float in the sky. I didn't understand why at the time, but I knew at that moment that I would spend the rest of my life on that island, by myself, for no real reason, with that, umm.. rock….
After a fifty years of living in that village, Sonic reappeared. At this point, I had given up on trying to kill Dr. Eggman. All I wanted was to be on that floating island. Sonic revealed to me a bunch emeralds. He told me they were capable of great things and with their power and the master emerald's power, no one would ever dare to trick us again. I realized that the island in actuality was kind of lame, so I agreed. With that, Sonic put his plan into motion. We both harnessed our chocolate abilities, and used the emeralds to teleport, right as Dr. Eggman showed up to stop us. Much to our dismay, the plan backfired. Sonic, Dr. Eggman, and I, were hurtled into a lapse in time. Now we must relive that day that Eggman destroyed the fountain, and the fifty years that followed forever. It's never exactly the same each time, but it's never different enough to end it.
This time around, Sonic has unhatched a ruthless scheme to destroy Eggman, much like the one that caused this lapse in the first place. Each time we relive Eggman's party is detrimental to what happens the next fifty years on this planet. Three people must plan things very strategically in order to get what they want. Sonic conquered this time. He tricked us something fierce, and now we will all pay for it. He took the chocolate from the fountain, and I, trying to be his ally, allowed him to put the already powerful emeralds into the chocolate. When he uses them again, the outcome will change life as we know it."
Eggman sneezed. Knuckles looked at the man he had known centuries.
"That wasn't really my fault." Eggman whined. The others laughed, comforted by the humorous spirit that spread through the room, despite the impending doom that spread through the room.