The prologue is done, and after a long hiatus (loaded with laziness on my part), the first chapter is finally done as well.

Now I suppose you are wondering why there is a "Part S" in this chapter's title, well that pretty much helps in designating how this whole story will be organized. At the story's end, it will all stand as thus:

Prologue: The Egg Cracks.

Part S: The Failure of Hakuna Matata

Part K: Bad At His Job (Tentative Title)

Part T: Devil's Cry

Part E: An Era's Twilight

Note that the number of chapters per part have yet to be decided, so I might either specify the number before hand or just go with the flow, see how that turns out. lol

And on that note, here is the first chapter of Sonic Nightmare. Like in the prologue, its going to be in first person for the whole thing, I just hope that I have the characters down pat!

Oh, and I do not own anything related to the franchise in anyway shape or form, this is a non-profit fan fiction that is made by a fan for fans, so please do not sue!

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The past is an interesting thing; you cam let it rule you or leave it behind.

With me, I prefer to leave it behind, as it makes life easier to live.

But what do you do with your past, I wonder?

Do you leave it behind you, and look to the present?

If so, then let me ask you this as well: Has your past ever come back to haunt you, to bite you in the butt?

I ask this, because my past started to haunt and bite me one year, in a way that was unimaginable to me as well as to my loved ones.

Now I bet you are wondering what I mean by that, well come closer and I'll tell you.

For the story you are about to hear, is the god's honest truth…

Sonic Nightmare

Part S: The Failure of Hakuna Matata

Chapter 1: A Very Different Start to an Adventure

The Blue Blur In a Nutshell

My name is Sonic the Hedgehog, the one and only world's fastest being alive. The first thing that you should know about me, is that I do not let the past interfere in my life. Rather, I simply put it behind me and look to the present, to the here and now if you will, because anything about the past in general just gives me that 'weighing you down' feeling, know what I mean? Anyways, if there is one thing in this world that I love to do besides running at over 300 mph, it is going on all sorts of adventures, and since that includes running at over 300 mph, its a best of both worlds kind of deal for me. As you can probably tell, I am not the kind of guy that sits around and does nothing for a long time, for unless someone or something keeps me busy, I would just run off into the unknown after a few seconds. Yeah, that's how impatient I am, I will not deny that fact to save my life. Another fact that I will not deny is that I have an undying hatred towards water, mainly because I can't swim at all. I can't even float in any kind of liquid, I would just sink into the bottom like a rock! Don't ask me why I am like that, because I really have no clue right now, though I personally would like to find out.

As I have said earlier, I prefer to put the past behind me, just let it go so that it won't rule my life. But you know something, out of all of the events that have taken place in my life, only two of them stand out as the only events that I can never let go of completely no matter what I do. Not only that, but they also happen to be events that I was painfully reminded of one time, and thats just putting it mildly! In order for me to best explain to you what those events are, I will have to start by telling you how exactly I was reminded of them. You might want to pack some popcorn and cook up plenty of chili dogs, because this is going to be one long story to tell.

Today's Weather: 100% Chance of Freakish Storms!

It all started when a gigantic thunderstorm came crashing out of nowhere one night. It caught everyone completely by surprise, for no one expected to have even a drop of rain that night or at all for that matter! I happened to be running through the streets of Station Square prior to storm's sudden arrival, the next thing I knew a bolt of lightning came crashing on the ground just a inch or so away from me, causing me to break from my running and jump back several feet away from the bolt. Landing on my feet, I noticed that my whole body was twitching somewhat in reaction to almost being electrocuted, rain started to pour down on the city and my head like a giant-sized shower set to full blast. Rather than continue my run, I went to the Station Square hotel to buy a room and get some rest. Thankfully, I did not have to pay a cent of money for the room, probably because the hotel clerk was still thankful for me saving the entire city as well as the world a while back. Right when I got into my room, I jumped into bed and fell asleep thinking that the storm would die out by morning. The next morning came, I got up out of bed and looked out the front window just to check out view. The storm from the previously night did not die out at all, for it was still raging with no signs of slowing down, its pitch black clouds and heavy rains making the whole city look and feel like that it was stuck in eternal night! As I watched thunder and lightning rock the outside world with the rain only adding to the craziness, I then started to notice something about my white gloved hands that also seemed entirely out of whack, for I started to feel the fingers involuntarily tapping my upper thighs faster than I could count.

I pulled both of them up to my face to what was wrong and curiously enough, the fingers were twitching all over as if there was no tomorrow! All of them were bending up and down constantly in an erratic fashion, though the thumbs bended to the sides in the same manner. I tried holding both of my hands together, but not even that couldn't stop the fingers from twitching. I then walked to the table in the center of the room and tried to pin both hands down with a big, hard-cover book: still nothing. Feeling a tad frustrated, I walked back up to the window and looked at the storm once more. Without even realizing it at first, I slow started to smile. The longer I looked outside, the larger my smile grew until it finally became my famous cocky grin; my mouth being wide open on one side as if I was mocking the storm that raged before me. Right then and there I started to realize that this storm may in fact be challenging me to brave it, to face it head on without hesitation. My fingers finally stopped twitching as if in response to my revelation. Without so much as a tiny regret nor a single bit fear, I opened the window before me, jumped out with a quick bounce, and proceeded to run down the streets once more upon landing, my destination being the one place where I could perhaps get some answers: Tails' Workshop. Unfortunately, Tails was not home when I got there, so I decided to wait for him for a bit, while passing the time by running through the jungle of the Mystic Ruins.

A Surprise Find and a Tougher than Normal Fight

I ran through the maze-like jungle in the seemingly endless thunderstorm, the narrow paths cutting through the immense amount of trees and other plants taking up residence, the rain now pouring down on the ground and foliage almost as hard as hail normally would, making it very easy for the uninitiated to become lost and/or stuck in the muddy ground rather quickly. Luckily for me, I have been through this place more than enough to know my own way around and my legs move way too fast to be caught in mud so easily, so it wasn't really a problem for me. Bursting down one of the paths at blistering speeds, I proceeded to the northern edge of the jungle, where a great cliff was waiting for me. I smiled my trademark grin as I made one last turn before heading straight for the opening where the cliff stood, hoping to enjoy the view for a bit before continuing my run. But that cliff was not the only thing that was waiting for me.

I stopped running with a loud screech, ramming the ground with my heels to keep me from going all over the place. A great crash of lightning occurred somewhere in the area with a white flash appearing at the same time, blinding my vision for a split second while thunder roared loudly shortly after wards. I stared in shock and awe at what I was seeing before my water logged, muddy shoes. Lying just at the edge of the cliff were two bodies that laid face first on the ground and an egg-shaped hovercraft sitting on its side a inch or so behind them, all of which I had recognized right at first sight. The larger than life body on the left was none other than Dr. Eggman, or to call him by his real name, Dr. Ivo Robotnick, who was bruised and battered more so than a rookie boxer who had just fought 10 ten rounds with a pro. The hovercraft that was lying behind him was his easy-to-spot Eggmobile, severely damaged by the looks of it. The body that was lying right next to Eggman however, gave me an ever-bigger shock, for it was the electrified body of Mecha Sonic; the Metal Sonic prototype that I had thought was destroyed a long time ago. Shaking my head to get my brain to work normally, I knelled down on one knee to further inspect the bodies. I looked at Eggman for a moment and with a lot of difficulty, proceeded to turn him around so that I could see his face. Poor Eggman looked like he went through a thousand train wrecks in a quick pace; his face was loaded to the brim with bruises and had two big black eyes for added effect. The purple, small, round glasses that he had always wore were shattered with a decently sized hole in the middle of the right lens, his red eye could still be seen even with the purple swells hiding the majority of it, though his entire face seemed to have a combined look of both shock and horror. Wondering what had done this to the poor doctor, I turned to face Mecha Sonic. Its metallic body was littered with dents, with a particularly large one on the top of its head. Electricity surged through Mecha's body in split-second bursts every second or so. I then turned it around to see its face while enduring the electricity that surged through my body; all that I could see was darkness where Mecha's yellow eyes should have been as I let go of the poor thing. I got back up on my two feet and started to think; "Sheesh, talk about a surprise appearance! I wonder though, where in the heck did these two come from, and who... or what did this much damage to them?"

Before I could think anything further, a stream of bullets came hurtling at my face, causing me to roll out of the way to the left at the last second. Getting back on my feet, I looked around to notice that a whole pack of Egg Guardians were surrounding Eggman and Mecha as well as me, their machine guns for hands aiming their red dots right at my forehead and chest. Feeling cocky, I clapped my hands to the rust buckets in mocking celebration and said; "Congratulations, you caught me off guard! Now here is your prize!" Right when I finished talking, I jumped up high into the air while turning into a spinning ball of death with my spiky blue hair being used as giant razors and proceeded to ram into every single Guardian in the pack at 300 mph, knocking each of them down on to the ground as if they were nothing. The poor pieces of scrap tried to shoot me with their guns, only to miss by miles. After seeing them laying on the ground, I rolled back to the spot where I was standing on previously like a bowling ball and uncoiled myself back to my normal state. I was about to do my favorite 'thumps up' pose when the Egg Guardians suddenly blasted themselves up on to their feet with their jet packs, showing no signs of damage on their bodies at all, not even a single tiny dent or cut! Sensing danger, I got ready to do another jump when I saw, on the corner of my left eye, a few machine gun barrels sticking out of the dense trees slightly, sitting on the higher branches so that they could pick me off if I did jump. I looked to my right, another set of guns were sitting in the trees, waiting to shoot me at just the right time. The pack of Guardians that encircled me reloaded their guns and aimed all of their red dots right at where my heart was. I looked at the dots on my chest for a moment, looked back up at the trash heaps for robots, and got into my usual fighting stance, my famous smile as unyielding as ever. "If I am going to go down," I thought to myself as I prepared for my last stand; "I might as well go down fighting!" Here's the funny thing though; that fight was not going to be my last stand, not by a long shot.

An Unlikely Bad Ass

Before I could even move an inch, before anything else could happen for that manner, a second flash of white appeared before my eyes, with the crash and roar of thunder and lightning occurring almost at the same time. When the flash dissipated, I could not believe my own green eyes. All of the Egg Guardians that were about to kill me stood still for a second before falling into many, particularly well-cut pieces, the machine gun barrels and the ones using them that were hiding in the trees being cut to ribbons at the exact same time! I looked all around the circle of metallic junk that had just fallen to the ground loudly in shock and awe, trying to find the person or thing that saved my life. I quickly found that savior standing on the same path as me just beyond the junk, though its back was completely turned by the time I turned around. This savior had the shape of a person who was slightly shorter than me, wore a black cloak with a hood on that seemed to blend in with the dark environment, and was carrying a really long, brown sword sheath on the left side of its hip in a diagonal direction. I looked down at the savior's right hand, it looked like that it was carrying a sword, but I couldn't make out the details as it was pointing the thing towards the path ahead of us. Just by looking at this character, I could tell that there was something oddly familiar about him or her; I just couldn't put my finger on it at the time.

The savior pointed its sword to the right, allowing me a quick glance at it before pointing the blade at the top end of the sheath and sliding it in. That sword was just as long as the sheath and sharper than anything else that I had ever seen before; it could probably cut through Eggman's giant belly with out so much as bending under the doctor's gigantic weight. The savior then turned around to face me, the black hood covering its face completely. Shaking my head to get rid of the shock of it all, I looked at the bad ass of a potential friend and said; "Thanks for the save back there, those hunks of junk were tougher than I thought. But I have to know, just who or what I am talking to anyways?" A few seconds of silence occurred, the savior then took out its sword again and threw it to me. I managed to grab its handle with my right hand, took the sword up to my face, and proceeded to inspect it. Looking up close, I could see that this particular sword was very well made though rather old looking at the same time on account of the many small cracks scattered through out the blade, along with bits of oil from its latest victims splattered on it as well. The hilt was as brown as the sheath with a rigid feel to it to top it off. As I inspected it, I noticed something on the center of the blade that caught my eye, even though a spot of oil covered most of it. Wiping the oil off with my left hand, I saw a word embedded into the blade in cursive letters that shocked me a hundred times more than everything else that had happened before hand: Prower. I shot my head back up at the sword's owner and looked at him as if I was seeing a ghost! Laughing softly, he took off his hood, confirming my suspicions all at once. The person that was standing before me, the same sword-wielding maniac that had just cut all of those robots as if they were swish cheese, was none other than my long time 'spiritual brother' Miles 'Tails' Prower!

Discussions and the Trip Home

My mouth flew wide open upon seeing Tails again after three long years of not seeing or even hearing from him, I couldn't speak or move any part of my body at all! Tails' face hadn't changed at all since the last time we met, what with his yellow and white fur, bright blue eyes that screamed of kindness, and the overall appearance of a fox for the finishing touch. The weird thing was that never, in my entire life, had I ever seen Tails wearing anything that had any shade of black, let alone a cloak, plus his famous two tails seemed to be missing as if that wasn't weird enough. Seeing me in my shocked state, Tails just smiled and yelled in a suddenly frightened voice, his face now having a look of great shock and fear; "Oh no Sonic, Eggman has kidnapped Amy!" That shot me back to earth harder than a punch to the face as looked all over the place in a state of panic, only to find that Eggman was still laying on the ground behind me, though I had completely forgot about him and Mecha due to the fight from earlier. Embarrassed that I had been fooled so easily, but happy to see him again after so long, I ran up to Tails and gave him a quick hug. Separating before we went over three seconds, I finally brought myself to speak; "Its been a long time buddy, where have you been all these years!" Tails said nothing as he pointed his left index finger to something that was behind me. I turned around to find Eggman and Mecha laying on the ground; the fight from earlier and its conclusion made me completely forget about them. Feeling even more embarrassed, I turned back towards Tails and asked him hurriedly; "Could you help me out with these two please? They look like that they've been through heck and back, and I don't think that they will last much longer." Tails' smile vanished quickly, turning his face into a look of curiosity and worry as he ran up to help me with the two beaten up nut jobs that were our enemies.

I thought it was going to be much harder to do so, but we somehow managed to get both Mecha and even Eggman off the ground so that we could carry them out of the jungle. Tails carried Mecha on his right shoulder and latched his right arm on to it to keep the Sonic clone from slipping off, while he used his other arm to help me carry Eggman at the same time. Even then however, it wasn't so easy to carry a 300 pound, egg-shaped human being, with my shoulder being on the verge of breaking under the weight, though I thanked god above that the Egghead had actually lost a few pounds over the years. As we struggled along the path that led to the jungle's exit, Tails started to speak in a calm voice; "So Sonic, did you happen to notice anything different about the robots that you were fighting, besides the fact that they are a recent addition to Eggman's empire?" "Yeah, I definitely noticed." I responded calmly, though with a small hint of worry mixed in as I continued; "The Egg Guardians that I faced back there were about 10 times tougher, smarter, and overall more dangerous than the ones that I had fought yesterday morning. I mean, the ones from yesterday were weak, dumb, and really blind when it came to shooting at me, I even gave them a few easy shots, which they sucked horribly at! To top it all off, a few homing attacks were more than enough to take each of them out one by one, didn't even have to break a sweat. The ones from earlier however-" "Nearly killed you right then and there." finished Tails. Feeling annoyed, I asked my insulting younger brother in a slightly angry voice; "Since when did you ever do insults below the belt?" "Never," he answered back, his voice remaining calm; "mainly because what I had said to you was not an insult, for I had almost died in a fight with a pack of Guardians earlier this morning as well." "Sorry about that Tails." I responded shamefully, for I had overreacted to Tails' comment, so naturally I felt really bad about it. Tails however, just looked me in the eye, gave me his best smile, and spoke in the kind voice that I knew so well; "Its no problem Sonic, we're still cool." All I could do was smile back at my awesome younger brother as we continued our journey through the jungle until we eventually stopped at an immensely tall ladder that was connected to the top of a large cliff that hung far above us.

Normally it would be child's play for us to climb that ladder, even with Mecha on Tails' back. The only problem was Eggman's immense weight, which kept him from being carried on any of our backs by ourselves, let alone up a ladder. While looking up at the cliff, an idea popped into my brain, an idea that I quickly told Tails of; "What about that Egg-Mobile that was with them back there, would that work?" "It would," answered Tails, his voice now back to being calm; "there is just one problem though: that vehicle can't fit all of us. Eggman and perhaps even the robot all at once, but certainly not all four of us." Swearing under my breath, I looked up at the tall ladder that was basically mocking us with its importance and sheer size. We both knew that Tails' flying would not work with Eggman for obvious reasons, although Mecha would be much easier to carry, so we had to think of an alternative solution that would benefit all of us. That solution was already put into motion before we could even conceive of it.

Both Eggman and Mecha suddenly began to float up out of our grasp and high into the air in a quick pace, ascending the ladder without even touching it until they eventually landed on the base of the cliff with a pair of great thuds, though Mecha's was more metallic on account of his body material. As for us, we just looked up there in sheer awe, though Tails was the first one to speak; "Well... that problem was easily, and unexpectedly, solved." It was at that moment in time that I remembered something that almost made me laugh out loud, though I managed to at least allow myself a small, quiet giggle. Thankfully, Tails did not hear me at all as he asked; "So Sonic, want a lift?" Turning my head towards my brother, I gave him the usual thumbs up to give him the go-ahead, for I knew exactly what he meant by 'a lift'. As if on cue, two big, bushy tails with the the same orange color as his fur came bursting out from under Tails' cloak, though they did have white at the tips as well. Grabbing me by both of my hands with his own, he then made his tails spin around in a counter-cloak wise direction as if they were propellers, their speed increasing greatly with each passing second. With his tails now spinning so fast that they looked like mere blurs, Tails aimed them towards the sky and jumped into the air while carrying me in his hands. Rather than fall back down, we continued going upwards in a rather quick pace instead, for this was Tails' most unique ability: to use his two tails to fly around like a furry little helicopter while carrying a 'passenger' if necessary. During our flight, the odd occurrence of our two enemies floating ahead of us had me thinking of only one simple idea that made me smile; "So... your helping out as well? Fine by me then." With no trouble at all, we managed to reach the cliff, which now had both Mecha and Eggman laying backs first on its rocky surface in front of a small brown trolley cart with an opened door near the end of the ladder. This cart was connected to a set of tracks that ran down the top of the cliff and into an immense tunnel that stood before us with a large, brown, and wooden gate at the entrance, keeping us from getting inside. After landing between the ladder and the two villains, we then began to put them and us into the cart, although we did have some difficulties with Eggman. After everyone was seated or rather, squeezed together like pancakes, I closed the cart door with my right hand. As if it sensed the door closing, the trolley then began its journey down the tracks, with the gate opening up to grant us access.

As the trip through the tunnel continued, with the thunderstorm echoing loudly from the outside, Tails checked Eggman's pulse to see how we was doing. His blue eyes widened a little as he looked up at me and said; "I do not know how, but Eggman's pulse seems to be in a low, but stabilizing condition, far better than I thought it would be. I was guessing that he would be in a worser predicament, like an near faded pulse considering his injuries and however long he was out there in the rain. But apparently this egghead is proving to be tougher than we give him credit for." Oddly enough, I let out a breath in relief, as evil as he was, it would be a cold day in heck before I would let Eggman get killed, it just wouldn't feel right if he were to die at anytime, especially by my hands. Giving the doctor a closer look, Tails continued; "His endurance should make things a whole lot easier for me once we get to the workshop, I had recently gained some medical equipment that will prove quite useful in the long run. We'll have our mad scientist back in good health with little to no problems." He smiled again as he turned his attention to Mecha's current state; "As for this one, I can repair him no problem, though it will take time just like with Eggman, though I have been meaning to ask, do you know anything about this robot here? He looks more like a Metal Sonic prototype to me." "You are right Tails," I answered; "this one is Metal Sonic's prototype, its name being Mecha Sonic, or Mecha if you prefer. During one of my earlier battles with Eggman, I fought with Mecha in a one-on-one battle. He proved to be tougher than anything else I had fought before, as he not only survived our battle, but also managed to give even Knuckles a hard time later on before finally being destroyed by him. I wonder though, why did Eggman rebuild Mecha in the first place?" "Perhaps as a bodyguard?" Tails asked why rubbing his chin with his left hand in curiosity; "That one prototype did prove to be a match even for someone it was probably not designed to fight against if I understand correctly. Or maybe Eggman rebuilt it to guard something other than him, like a powerful invention or even an weapon of some sorts, what do you think Sonic?" After thinking for a second or two, I responded calmly; "It could be anything Tails, and the only one who knows for sure is Eggman himself and right now, he's not talking." With that thought in our minds, we waited quietly for the cart to stop the other end of the tunnel.

After a couple more minutes of travel, the cart went through a second brown gate that opened just before a collision could happen and stopped at the end of the tracks so suddenly that we had to hold on to the sides to avoid flying out it like bullets. While Eggman's weight kept his body from moving, poor Mecha had the bad luck of having less weight than his creator, allowing its body to hit the cart's front side head first with a metallic crash. Looking closely at the now larger dent on Mecha's blue head, Tails spoke with quiet worry; "This is going to take a bit longer to repair Mecha than I had originally thought." With that, we took them and ourselves out of the cart and looked at where were at. The thunderstorm was still going strong while showing no hint of slowing down, with the rain pouring on our heads so hard that the raindrops actually hurt a little bit. The sky was pitch black with clouds that were much darker than normal, giving our location a rather sinister and foreboding feel to it. The area in question normally looks beautiful on a sunny day, what with its green grass and tan dirt that lit up in the sun light among other things. One of those things happened to be an immense train station made entirely out of wood that towered over everything else in the area, complete with a set of adjacent train tracks that were laid out on a path built out of bricks and cement. No train could be seen from where were standing, so I guess that the storm might have cut the power or something. To our left was a great hole in the ground that contained a large pond complete with a tall waterfall at its front. The pond was considerably deeper and easier to spot thanks to the seeming endless rain, though it had yet to overflow and flood the place. The small creek that was connected to both the hole and thus, the pond was the different story, as it was flooding the ground with water mixed with the grass and dirt from the ground in some places, though the rest of the water ran off an immensely large cliff overhead, keeping the flooding from getting worse. Beyond the towering train tracks stood two large plateaus with stairs for each of them. The first plateau was the shorter one, with nothing much speak of at the top. The second plateau however, was larger and a much longer top to it. In fact, the entire right side of the top seemed to looked like a runway of sorts. To add icing to the cake, standing proudly on the largest plateau was Tails' Workshop.

The workshop looked rather high tech from where I was standing, with metal walls that had a red-orange paint job with a brown finish near the top, a brown door to the right of the workshop with a stone walkway set up near the stairs that connected both plateaus and a brown sign that stood near where the walkway started on top of two medium sized poles, both of which were made of wood and had no writing on any of them. Connected to the shop's left side was a large, white generator with a rather small lookout station on the top that seemed to run on water, as it was connected to a small pool that was filled with the liquid via a set of large, interconnected gears and pulleys that were also made out of wood. On top of the workshop stood a small log cabin fit for one person, which I assumed to be where Tails usually slept in. A lot of the small features of the workshop were harder to make out than others, but they were all pretty much visible for me, even through the heavy rain and lightning.

Its OK, I Am A Doctor.

Without wasting anymore time, we slogged our way up each of the sets of stairs that led to our destination, finally arriving there after what felt like an eternity of walking to me. With a little creativity involved, we managed to squeeze our way through the door and into the workshop, how we managed that I will never figure out, since Eggman pretty much the reason for us being 'creative' in the first place. The room that we entered was littered with every piece of medical equipment that we could ever need; Holter monitors and vital sign readers, big beds with white sheets and fluffy pillows, blood pressure arm straps and wheeled tables with surgery tools on top, and all other kinds of medical tools and devices that would probably make a small child who never went to the doctor before run in terror while screaming; "MOMMY!!!" Right when we got inside the room, we ran to the nearest bed and proceeded to pick up Eggman and gently lay him on it while Tails managed to nicely lay Mecha on the dark gray floor below. Yeah, picking up Eggman was like picking up three one hundred pound weights from a ball bell exercising set: nigh impossible. Though somehow, some way, we got the fat doctor on to the bed all safe and sound. Without waiting for even a second to pass, Tails then got right to work on Eggman by connecting him to the vitals sign reader and Holter monitor sitting next to his bed via a series of electrodes that were connected to his chest. Sonic just watched while enjoying the lack of weight on his shoulders, though he was a bit worried about Mecha being on the floor and not being repaired. As if he had sensed his worries, Tails spoke to Sonic in a calm, yet hurried voice; "Sonic, may you please grab Mecha and put him in the Stasis Tube at the far end of the room? It should at least keep it from being irreparable." Sonic then looked in the direction that Tails spoke of and sure enough, the Stasis Tube was there sitting in front of the wall, ready for usage. The tube itself was similar in design to the ones we found in the Final Egg tower that Eggman built just three years before hand, what with its bulletproof glass tube that had a flat top to it and a small computer console connected just below the glass. Wasting little time, I ran up to Mecha, picked it up on my shoulders, and carried it to the Stasis Tube. Afterwards, I pressed a red button on the console to open the front side of the tube. When it was opened, I carefully placed Mecha into the tube and closed it with my right hand like I was closing a door. As if on cue, dark green liquid started to slowly rise from the bottom of the tube upwards, eventually filling it to capacity. A split second later, a computerized voice suddenly spoke from the console;

"Robotic entity detected."

"Identification: Mecha Sonic."

"Designation: Sonic Clone/NA-Badnik."

"Scanning for damage... "

"WARNING: Significant damage detected on subject Mecha Sonic!"

"Beginning emergency repairs."

"NA-Badnik?" Sonic asked aloud; "OK, just what has Eggman been up to lately, it sounds like he was trying to revive the-" The voice of a young girl suddenly rang from outside of the workshop, just beyond the door; "Ohhhhh Soooonniiiiicc!" The blue hedgehog turned stiff and frozen in place upon hearing that voice, his eyes wide with horror. Gulping in fear, poor Sonic thought of only one, terrifying thing;

"Oh dear god, not her!"