AuthorNote: This is an unfinished chapter but do to the impatience of my "client" I decided to show him I'm still working for him. Therefore, this is very unedited, unrevised, and etc. Anyting here could change.
Sonic stood and pondered for a moment. He had to tell someone about this but remembering his first impressions with Chip, anyone he met would think he wanted to eat them. In an arbitrary dicision, Sonic walked toward town anyway, creating footprints deeper than a pond as he stepped.
Sonic decided to walk to the village of where Tails was staying for his own vacation. It wasn't the closest town, but Sonic figured he could easy make it through southern Newark CIty without anyone noticing since its abandoned due to the toxic waste tidal wave from Eggman's Factory last year (a chaotic ending to one of Shadow's adventures in fact). However, once he got to Paul Springs he'd have to hope the first person who saw him was Tails.
Sonic hadn't made it two steps before he tripped on an oak tree. Sonic tumbled to the ground, in an earth-shaking swoop. He grasped his forehead in pain as it fell onto another grove of trees. Sonic just sat there, frustrated at his predicament.
"Why me?" Sonic growled under his breath.
A muffled shriek was heard. Sonic felt a tingly sensation under his left thigh. He reached down underneath his butt and pulled out a nearly flattened squirrel gasping for breath.
Not knowing what to do, Sonic simply grasped the helpless creature by the tail between his fingers, held it up to his face and studied his victim. Looking up at her captor, the squirrel saw a black protrusion that was Sonic's nose. Instinctly, or more of an uncharacteristic urge, Sonic sniffed the animal. Smelled like butt and pinecones. He tried to say something but found his mouth suddenly dry, so he automatically smacked his lips. Upon seeing this, the injured and terrified squirrel turned pale and fainted.
Sonic panicked as the poor thing went limp in his hand.
With nothing else he could do, Sonic carefully placed the helpless lifeform on the ground. He stood up on his feet and watched her for a while. She didn't stir. Sonic thought of something that might make himself a bit less threatening-looking:
Sonic carefully positioned himself on all fours, stuck his tongue out halfway and began breathing through his nose really hard. He moved his nose right next to the animal and sniffed her and shaking his butt in the air. He figured acting like an oversized doggie who wants to play, not eat, might defuse the tension when the squirrel woke up. After repeating this for a while, Sonic got tired of the shtick and sat back down. The squirrel still lay motionless.
It was then, Sonic's stomach began to ache. Having just woken up, Sonic hadn't had any breakfast and his previous meal of chilidogs didn't grow with him, so Sonic felt empty. Sonic looked at some of the trees that surround him (except the knocked over ones he was sitting on). With his fingers he tried picking through the leaves to see if they had any fruit. He combed through about 7 trees within reach but found nothing. Movement in the corner of Sonic's eyes brought his attention back to the injured squirrel. The squirrel groggily raised up and rubbed her eyes. The first thing she saw was a giant furry monster nibbling the leaves the treetops. They didn't taste good but it was something to trick his stomach to be quiet for a while.
The squirrel darted off. Sonic was puzzled but satisfied she was alright enough. Sonic got back on his feet and tried walking through the forest again. His stomach growled and he felt a lump develop in his throat. Hunger never usually caused Sonic to do anything against his will, but he began subconsiously sniffing for anything available, the image of the squirrel briefly popped into his head. Regardless, Sonic kept walking toward the abandoned part of Newark City.
Each time Sonic put his big, spiked werehog foot down on the ground, the ground shook beneath him and after several steps this began to annoy the werehog. In fact, it began to enrage him. He began angrily kicking trees out of his way and unnessesarily flattening small hills as he walked. Then he saw a few terrified animals scramble across his path, and became aware of himself in this tiny world again; he felt pity toward anyone or anything that happened to cast eyes apon him, immediately frightened. He felt guilty for letting himself act this way. So long he's this big, he felt himself more responsible should anything disastrous happening and any damage he caused during. Sonic developed a sense of paranoia in that fasion. He had these mood swings over and over the entire trip to Newark.