Hey, everyone! In case you're wondering why I have two chapters in the first posting, I had pre-written both chapters. Well, I hope you enjoy, and in case you didn't catch this from the last chapter, Sonic has multiple personality disorder because of trauma. The rest of this story will somewhat make sense even if you haven't read Sonic: Before Heroism, but it helps if you have read some, if not all, of it that I have written so far. Happy reading!
Chapter One
Ogilvie woke up the next morning, not feeling particularly refreshed or tired. It was just another normal day, but that experience he had yesterday afternoon… That was the first time he had felt mad at himself in years. He got out of his bed and went to brush his teeth. He didn't want them to fall out or get cavities. He hadn't completely lost all common sense. Then, he put on his clothes and ran out of the house, ready to actually get high that day.
However, on his way there, he bumped into something very orange, and both of them fell to the ground. "Hey, dumbass!" he shouted angrily at the orange fuzzball. "Watch where you're going! You blind or something?" The fuzzball, who just happened to be a fox, started rubbing his tail, as he had landed on it. Wait! That wasn't just a tail… That was one of two tails! "S-sorry, mister!" he stuttered in reply. The poor kid was frightened by Ogilvie's daunting demeanor as he explained, "I-I wasn't p-p-paying attention… I w-was t-too focused o-o-on my h-h… hunger… I h-h-haven't eaten… i-in th-three days…"
Ogilvie stood up, scanning the battered kid. He was probably no more than eight years old, and he looked utterly starved, even more than he himself was. Sonic felt sorry for the child, but Ogilvie was in control right then, and he couldn't care less. "You're lucky, kid," started Ogilvie. "If I didn't want to get somewhere right away, you'd be in for a beating." The fox stammered even more. "I-I-I… I said I-I'm s-s-s-sorry…"
"Wait, wait, wait! I need to help this kid! Not tell him that I wanna—" Sonic had broken through for only a second before Ogilvie regained control. "That kid isn't any of my business!" The fox raised an eyebrow and asked, "A-are you all r-r-right, mister?" Ogilvie sighed angrily and responded, "It's none of your beeswax, kid…" He ran away from the fox, leaving the child wondering to himself what had just happened. The fox knew this probably wasn't a good idea, but he decided to follow Ogilvie. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt like he was supposed to know him somehow.
Ogilvie once again arrived at the door to his gang's little hideout, and he walked down there, and at first, no one noticed anything out of the ordinary until a little orange fox peeked his head around the corner. "Um…" said one of the gang members as he spotted two blue eyes by the stairs. "Who the hell is that?" Ogilvie turned around and saw the little pipsqueak poking his head around the corner. "Oh, God…" he mumbled. "Did that kid follow me here? He's an effin' idiot…" He slapped his hand on his face, shaking his head as he did so.
"Get outta here, you bitch of a brat!" he yelled in the direction of the fox, but the kid didn't budge, at least not in the direction Ogilvie wanted him to. "You're asking for it. Y'know that, right?" Once again, the fox stood his ground. "What am I saying?" asked Sonic quietly, so it was only loud enough that he could hear it. "I can't just beat him up…" Ogilvie felt ready to punch himself in the face if only to get rid of Sonic. "I can beat him up if I want!" he exclaimed while whispering. "You can't tell me what to do, bitch!" And he once again pushed Sonic back.
"I'm feeling a bit merciful today," said Ogilvie as he resumed normal volume. "I'll give you till the count of three to get out of here, pipsqueak. One…" The fox still didn't move. "Two…" Nothing. "Three…" When he still made no effort to leave, Ogilvie snapped his fingers and said, "'Kay, everyone! Have at him!" The fox was approached by two of the gang members, each heading for him from opposite directions. "Perfect!" he exclaimed. When both people were nearly punching him, he twisted his tails and released them, jumping high up in the air as the two below him ended up punching one another in the face, knocking each other out. "Ooh! That looks like it hurt!"
He kept hovering above everybody's reach using those tails of his, and eventually, everyone but Ogilvie had either knocked themselves or another person out. As Ogilvie tried to reach him, he taunted, "You can't catch me! You can't catch me!" and he chuckled as he flew out of the basement at high speeds. Ogilvie growled and ran after him. "Get back here, smartass! I'll make you eat those words!" Shortly after he left the basement, he caught up with the fox, but he was hovering probably ten feet in the air. Ogilvie could jump high, but not that high. The fox chuckled once again as he exclaimed, "Told you that you can't catch me!"
He was doing this all in a very lighthearted manner, as if to bring something, or maybe even someone, out of the blue hedgehog. And he succeeded. Finally, even if only for a little while, Sonic had managed to push Ogilvie into the corner of his mind, right where he belonged. "Hey, kid!" The fox looked at him, and instead of seeing the angry face that he expected, he saw a wide grin of happiness and fun. "You can go pretty damn fast! Wanna race?" Instead of nodding like Sonic had hoped, he shook his head, but he said, "No thanks, but that was pretty fun right there! I knew there was a nice guy in you, and I just met you! I'm a great judge of character, y'know!"
They slowed to a stop, and the fox landed in front of Sonic. "Hi, I'm Miles! Miles Prower! What's your name?" Sonic winked and gave him a thumbs-up as he responded, "I'm Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog, but…" Sonic just had to chuckle… He didn't know why, but it sounded so funny! "Miles per hour? Who names their kid that? I'm sorry, but I just had to laugh!" Unlike he had expected, Miles chuckled, too. "Yeah, I find it funny as well, but it's not miles per hour… Although I do admit… it does kinda sound like that."
"I've gotta come up with a nickname for you," stated Sonic. He thought… and thought… and there was one that he thought was probably the best he was going to come up with. "How about Tails? Do you like it?" A large grin appeared on Miles' face. "That's a great nickname, Sonic!" Sonic smiled as well, happy himself to see someone else happy, but right this minute, he could feel Ogilvie trying to push his way back to where he wanted to be. "So," he said with considerable effort, as he was trying to keep his personality asserted. "Where do you live, Tails, and why does it look like you aren't being fed?"
Miles, or rather Tails, sighed and replied, "I don't live anywhere. My uncle died just a few days ago… I used to live on Westside Island, but now…" Sonic sighed as well. "Well, I would offer to take you in, Tails, but there are some… mental problems I've been dealing with for a while now… and I'm not exactly kid-friendly most of the time, if you get what I mean by that…" Of course, since he was only eight, Tails was a curious boy, and so he asked, "By mental problems, do you mean how you were arguing with yourself earlier, and how you seemed so mean a few minutes ago but so nice now? That's called multiple personality disorder." Right on the nose… Tails really knew what he was talking about.
But then, a terrible thing began, and Sonic started to argue with Ogilvie. "Get out of my head, bastard!" he yelled. "I've had enough crap from you!" Ogilvie angrily stomped his foot on the ground and responded, "Well, that's just too effin' bad! 'Cause I'm actually strong enough to keep my head from being run by you, while you usually just sit there and cower in your corner!" Sonic closed his eyes out of fright, as if this was just a nightmare, and it would dissipate when he did. "I don't flippin' care! I want you out of my head, for Christ's sake!" He opened his eyes and looked desperately at Tails. "Run, now!"
"But…" protested Tails, but Sonic wouldn't take buts. "Look, li'l bud, I want you to get out of here before I beat you up! I don't want to do it, but if this keeps up, it's gonna happen, so please! I'll try to find you when I'm sane again! Hopefully we can get to know each other better!" Albeit reluctantly, Tails nodded and started to fly off until Sonic called to him, "Hey, Tails! If anyone asks, tell them Ogilvie didn't beat you up because he was a big sissy!" And he smiled at Tails before Ogilvie shoved his way back in.
"I'm gonna beat you up so hard, kid," he started. "that you're gonna wish you were dead!" Obviously frightened by this, Tails flew off as fast as he possibly could, remembering what Sonic said about finding him later. "Dammit, Sonic!" exclaimed Ogilvie to his other self. "Why? My street cred is ruined 'cause of you!" And Sonic had to make the effort to say aloud, "That's the point, dumbass!" Ogilvie slapped himself across the face and said, "Shut the eff up, bitch!" And with that, Ogilvie ran back to the hideout, where everyone was just waking up.
"Dammit…" mumbled one of the members. "What happened?" murmured another. Ogilvie sighed. How could one fox cub cause this much damage without even touching anyone? It didn't seem possible. That kid would have had to know… Well, he would have had to know a lot of things to do that. That little fox was smart, there was no doubt of that. He would make a nice addition to the gang, but with Sonic's influence on him, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
"Hey, Ogilvie," started one of the gang members. "what happened to that fox cub? And did he beat us all up or what?" Ogilvie had to think for a second. He couldn't very well say that he let the fox escape. "First of all, you guys were all damn idiots and you knocked each other out while the fox cub just flew around the room. Second, I ended up having to take care of him for you, but I gave him a pretty good beating a few blocks from here. He's probably struggling to get home right now." Since that member was one of the two who usually did "stuff" with him, Ogilvie asked, "So, got any today?"
"Yup, right here!" he exclaimed in reply. He handed Ogilvie a white packet marked, in almost illegible handwriting, "Marijuana". Ogilvie smiled. He couldn't wait to dig into it. "Thanks, dude! I've been waiting forever for this!" He tucked the packet in his jacket pocket, right next to his knife, and ran out of the hideout, once again going to his house.
When he got there, he immediately sat down on the couch and took out his package of drugs. Although it was a rather small packet, it was still enough to give Ogilvie that sense of false happiness. He searched for his lighter, and when he found it, he tore open one end of the packet and curled it into a cylinder. When he was about to light it, however, Sonic stopped his hand. "I don't want to smoke that!" Ogilvie fought against him. "Yes I do! It's my only solace!"
"It's disgusting!"
"It's delicious!"
"I can't do it! It goes against everything I believe in!"
"Of course I can! It's the only thing I believe in!"
"You bastard! Don't make me do this!"
"I don't give a shit about what you want! And you expect me to obey your every command? You're the one who hasn't cared about what's been happening for the past few years, only coming out when you effin' felt like it!"
"You think I didn't give any freakin' damn? Of course I did! I was just too scared to do anything, but now I'm doing something about it!"
Mentally pushing Sonic back wasn't working… Ogilvie knew he wasn't going to like doing this, but he was going to do it anyway. He set the package and lighter down, and then launched his fist downward toward his groin, making both Sonic and Ogilvie scream in pain simultaneously, "Crap!" but Sonic crept back into his corner, and Ogilvie, still trying to recover from his self-inflicted pain, once again picked up the two items and successfully lit the package. He put it in between his lips, utterly enjoying the drug that was being fed into his system and completely forgetting about the pain between his thighs. "Oh, yeah… That's it… That's the shit I needed…"
To Ogilvie, it smelled so delectable, but to Sonic, who was still partially awake, it was absolutely revolting. By the time he was done smoking it, Ogilvie was already high. "Oh, yeah…" His throat was dry and he felt cold, but… Man, did it feel good to him! He felt so relaxed and calm. He wanted to feel like that his whole entire life. "No, this isn't good for me…!" exclaimed Sonic groggily, as he too was affected by the drug. Ogilvie smiled and responded, "C'mon, Sonic, don't be so wussy… Enjoy it…!"
Sonic shook his head. "I'm not gonna… It's not good for me…" Ogilvie sighed, his anger much dampened by the marijuana. "You are so… annoying… You need to learn… to enjoy this kinda stuff…" Ogilvie spaced his next words apart just enough to emphasize them. "You. Are. Such. A. Wuss." Sonic shook his head again, this time getting up as well. "Gonna go make myself throw up… Maybe that'll get this outta me…" But Sonic didn't have enough know-how to control himself well with the substance in him, while Ogilvie did, so Sonic took a tumble to the floor almost right away. Disoriented and confused, he got up once again, desperately trying to keep Ogilvie from regaining control as he made his way to the bathroom.
However, just as he was about to enter the room, Ogilvie stopped him. "No, you don't, Sonic… I wanna enjoy this…" He walked back into the living room, reveling in the joy the drug was causing him. Within an hour, Ogilvie came down from his high, although some of that hour that he thought he should have been relaxing was spent arguing with Sonic. "I-I… I had to smoke that stuff…" said Sonic. "That was… so… sickening…" Ogilvie chuckled a bit, as he actually had begun to find Sonic's complaints entertaining. "Whatever, wuss…"
That's when there was a knock at the door. "Shit… Who is that now…?" Ogilvie looked out of the peek-hole in his door and saw none other than an orange two-tailed fox standing there, waving his tails behind him. "Hey, Sonic! Are you there? People told me I could find you here! It's Miles—I-I mean Tails!" Ogilvie could feel the anger rising up within him. "That bitch!" he exclaimed, opening the door and startling Tails half to death. "Whoa, Sonic, are you okay?" asked Tails rather innocently. "You look kinda mad." Ogilvie, fuming in anger, replied, "I am not Sonic, you prick! And you actually have the… the…" He was looking for the right word. "tenacity… to show up at my door after what you did to my gang?"
"Oh, I get it!" said Tails while smiling. "You're Ogilvie, aren't you? I wanna see Sonic, not some deranged psychopath bent on beating me up." He had said that last statement in the tone of a joke, and Sonic pushed Ogilvie back. He started laughing. "Deranged psychopath? Ha! Why didn't I think of that one? Good one, Tails!" Ogilvie was just stuttering in his head, trying to make heads or tails of what the fox had just said. While Sonic was laughing, however, Tails smelled something horrendous on his breath. "Pee-yoo! What's that smell?" Tails seriously felt like he was about to puke.
Sonic covered his mouth and exclaimed, "Sorry, Tails! Ogilvie was doing something that isn't exactly good…" Tails tilted his head to the side. "Was he taking drugs?" Wow… Tails was only eight and he already knew about drugs. "I know you're having problems, Sonic…" started Tails. "Let me help. I know I'm no expert, and I also know I just met you, but heck, I feel some sort of attachment to you, like I'm supposed to know you, so I'm gonna help you." Sonic somehow also felt something… The same thing Tails was feeling.
"Well, Tails, about what I said earlier… About how I said I wouldn't be able to take you in… Maybe I could…" Tails immediately let a wide smile spread across his face. "But first, we're gonna have to get to know each other. I'll try to keep Ogilvie out, but if I tell you to hide, you hide, got it? And you don't come out until you are completely sure it's me. I'm sorry to say this, but… you might even have to hide all night sometimes." He wanted Tails to feel safe, but it just wasn't possible, so he was going to make sure he was safe, even if he didn't feel like it.
Tails nodded, but Sonic realized something. "Oh, get in now! You've gotta be freezing by now with no coat!" Tails happily walked in, but he was stunned by the utter chaos and disorder that the house was in. "Yeah, sorry it's such a mess!" said Sonic as he rubbed the back of his head. "Ogilvie doesn't really pick up after himself…" Tails sighed. "Ogilvie must be around a lot more than Sonic, then…" Sonic nodded, but Tails held out two fingers and exclaimed, "Well, I'm gonna try and fix that! Fixing a person isn't the same as fixing a machine, but heck, I like challenges!"
What good had Sonic done in the past five years to even slightly deserve the care of this upbeat child? Although he didn't want to admit it, Ogilvie was right about him spending his time cowering in a corner like a wuss. He hadn't done a single good thing, and yet this child was trying to help him.
Tails sniffed the air and once again smelled the horrible odor of marijuana. "Blech! That stuff is disgusting!" Tails went to the back of the room and turned so his backside was facing the door. "Sonic, do me a favor and open the screen door." Sonic wondered why he was asking for him to do that, but he did so anyway, and Tails started spinning his tails, blowing the rancid air out of the house. "Brilliant, Tails! I'll bet you can do a lot of stuff with those tails, huh?"
Sonic stepped back in the house, closing the door behind him, and the smell was completely gone. Ogilvie, however, didn't like that fact, so even though Sonic was trying so hard to keep him back, he managed to yell, "Dumbass! That smell was supposed to stay there for a while! That was the point of smoking it inside! You're so stupid!" Sonic's eyes widened and he covered his mouth while gasping. "Tails, you know that wasn't me, right?" Tails nodded, but realized something as he scanned Sonic. "Hey, I hope this doesn't sound perverted, but can you, y'know, take those clothes off… You look too intimidating with them on…"
"Oh, shit! I-I-I mean shoot! I didn't even remember I was wearing them!" He immediately took the unfitting clothes off and sat down on one of the couches, motioning Tails to sit next to him. Tails did so and asked the first question. "So, what do you like, Sonic, and Ogilvie, I couldn't honestly care less about what you like." This made Ogilvie angrier but made Sonic happier. As long as Sonic's emotions were stronger than Ogilvie's, he'd remain in control of his body.
"Well," started Sonic. "I like to run as fast as possible, and I also like to go different places, even though I haven't done either in a long time. What about you, Tails?" Tails thought, and he couldn't come up with a very extensive list no matter how hard he tried. "I like to build and fix things, and I also like to fly around. Flying is my passion, whether in an airplane or with my own two tails. That's about all I can think of."
For about the next hour, Tails and Sonic told each other about themselves, and while Ogilvie was about to break through several times, he never fully succeeded thanks to Tails. "Tails, I have one last question for you. Just how smart are you?" Sonic had meant it as sort of a joke, but Tails answered him truthfully, "Well, I got my IQ tested a few months back, and I have an IQ of three hundred!" And Sonic's jaw just dropped. That was unheard of, and this fox cub was only eight years old! Was that even possible?
Then, Ogilvie tried to break through again. "Who effin' cares if the kid has a damn IQ of three hundred? I want back in! Now! That kid is annoying me more than anyone else in the world!" Shoot! thought Tails. I'm running out of creative ideas to help him out… "You're just jealous because you're not smart, dummie!" While this did make Sonic happier, it also made Ogilvie even angrier. "Tails!" exclaimed Sonic, gripping his head. "Hide, now! I don't care where, but somewhere where he can't get you!" Tails shook his head. "I need to help you, Sonic!" Sonic was getting a bit angry at Tails' obstinacy. "Do it now! I don't wanna hurt you! Please!"
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-Camobamo1