Disclaimer: I don't own Sonic or VOCALOID because then I wouldn't be able to write decent fanfiction about them.

Like many stories you've almost certainly read, the beginning is not usually the genuine beginning. In actuality, many authors choose to start the ball rolling with an ending. Even more so, they always choose that abrupt ending to be the end or the near end of the main protagonist's life. Of course, we all know that person who's existence has ceased is not nor never will be the true protagonist; who would want to read about a decaying carcass?

The basis of doing this is that there is but one true beginning from which everything is created, and since explaining everything from the very start to finish is excruciatingly painful for the mind to bear, the author always starts when things get worthy of noting. And of course, these events have to be contributing to the plot of the story.

Which brings us back to where we started.

This story didn't truly begin until Sonic's life nearly ended. To be precise, when that tragic accident caused unmanageable chaos, and had ended in the freedom we all cherished kicking the bucket. Of course, you're here to read about that, aren't you?

Yes. Yes you are. I must be taking a while to begin, so let's commence, and see where the "chaos" began…

Green Hill Zone

11:57 a.m.

Sonic was darting this way and that through Green Hill, a place he in effect began his adventures. It was a mystery to him how the green vegetation stayed so healthy with it's lack of rain: to be truthful, the most moister the azure hedgehog had seen in the entire zone was either the masses of water the surrounded his precious foothold, or the mist that eerily crept along his path in the daybreak and, usually, up his spine, making him shiver in the in the early hours of morning. But, the former seemed a more reasonable source of hydration; whenever he would lose his traction from speeding faster than the sound barrier and fall off the side, diminishing the space between him and a waterlogged fatality, roots that stuck out from the side at odd angles would act as monkey bars, letting the speedster manipulate his momentum and swing back to the surface with ease, losing minimal velocity.

Palm trees that usually towered high over others were swayed back swiftly into a horizontal position, daunted by the mammal that hurried by. Today wasn't the day to stop and admire the verdant grasslands and vibrant colors of the floral plants.

Many memories came from this place, so much so that every now and then Sonic would come and visit the lush scenery of his childhood. Yes, beating the living daylights out of Robotnik's robots never lost it's glory, nor did the old doctor get tired of cursing the animal beyond extent every time one of his harebrained missions failed. Which was all the time, mind you. So, really, no one could blame the cobalt guy for liking the place where he first pummeled a mech.

Emerald eyes stared straight ahead, obviously far from memory lane but instead almost appearing deep in a disturbed thought. Today wasn't the day to admire the past.

Again, he slightly cringed from the high pitched shriek that emitted from the distance. That was the true reason for taking the shortcut through Green Hill Zone: ever since dawn, and all through the passage of the day, Sonic the hedgehog heard a noise from afar. This wasn't peculiar, since his advanced hearing allows him to track down innocent people whose lives are in peril because of "Robuttnik". What was frightening him was that among his peers, who could also pinpoint sounds like a hawk, he was the only one who could hear this sound.

And so, the minute his two-tailed friend had wearily shook his head in reply at six in the morning and uttered a muffled "go back to bed, Sonic.", the hero of Mobius had set out to find that noise.

Disclosed Airport Location

11:45 a.m., next day.

Tails had little time to spare when squeezing his tiny body through the thick of the airport crowd. Even though the plane was conveniently delayed, the little fox cub would consider "late" a bit of an understatement. But, of course, even though on a regular day this would be one of his many racing thoughts that sped through the child genius' mind, only one dominated his cranium.

What the heck happened?

Hours earlier, a phone call was received by a drowsy fox at 7 in the morning. Friday was his "sleep" day, and even though the kid was bright eyed and bushy tailed at around that point, he would crash at a designated time of the week to avoid fatigue. So when a ringing attacked the drums of his ears at dawn, Tails could barely keep his profoundly heavy eyelids open when answering the cellular device with an inaudible "Hello?".

Seconds later, the object descended to the floor, colliding with a strident thump.

Now, with plane tickets hastily procured at the last of minutes and bags crammed with various items, the two-tailed mammal was off to a hospital near a city with a name he couldn't quite remember the name of to see why it was so urgent to come. He had feared for the worst when he originally got the message, but resolved to worry about it on the plane-by the way, now that he was stuck with many people two to three times his size, he regretted not using his Tornado 1.

Caught up in that on little thought hammering at the edges of his brain, the rest of the world was blind to him for a split-second: this split second is where everyone and everything was mute, and only he existed, at least for the moment. This was interrupted when he violently crashed into… something.

His drive thrown into reverse, he rammed spot-on into the floor, landing with a deafening thud onto the pavement. The "something" he ran into made a soft gasp upon impact, and it's identity was revealed to be a tall woman with attire looking a bit too bland to be casual: jeans faded to the point of complete color loss, a hooded sweater multiple times too big, shoes destroyed beyond repair with uncovered toes poking out. The only "fashionable" accessory that she bore was a small chain hidden by the sweater.

Tails rubbed his behind sourly, not in his usual cheerful disposition. However, still not in want of a brawl, he managed to keep the tone of his proclaim apologetic.

"Sorry-" He began to utter, when his line of sight was with that of the eyes of the young adult. Then, his gaze dropped to her body without permission, and, flabbergasted by her choice of fashion, continued his sentence with uncertainty as he regained his footing and rose to his feet.

"-about that." he finished slowly, accidentally enunciating every vowel as if speaking to a small child. The woman did appear at first to mind, but gave a terse nod to show that she was going to accept the act of contrition anyways, if only a little bit. Then, as if the moment never happened, she was off in an "almost" flash, turning abruptly. Unfortunately, the action caused excess wind to form around her head, pushing the hood off her skull, revealing hair that was a bright bubblegum pink. Why he didn't notice the bangs before, Tails would never know, but what was apparent was it was tucked into the hooded piece of clothing, and a strand of the pink locks seemed to poke out at the bottom of the outsized covering.

Pink hair wasn't exactly "common" for humans. At least, not the few that were clumped together in that one area on Mobius. As if to add to the female's horrible stroke of bad luck, the light roots and freshly minted highlight in her tresses exposed it as it's natural hair color, not a dyed color.

Immediately, the golden fox dashed after the woman, who started sprinting for the nearest exit upon her hair being revealed. He wasn't about to let her get away, because there was exactly one person on Mobius who he knew had long pink hair. The thing is: she wasn't from Mobius, and most certainly knew something about the urgent call, not to mention the fact that she would know why it was so urgent.

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