Something stirred him.

Voices?

Beeping?

He didn't want to open his eyes.

He knew it was bright out there. He wanted to go back to sleep.

Tails and Knuckles stared helplessly at the machine.

"So, what do we do?" Knuckles asked Tails, trying to keep calm, hoping that the smart one would have an answer.

"Oh my god… All this time… He was…"

Knuckles's head hurt.

"Am I dreaming…?" He mumbled.

"I… Oh my god… We found him… What do we-?" Tails turned to Knuckles, getting progressively more excited but at the same time he looked scared and bleak." Should we let him out?"

Knuckles looked at the machine. He thought for a moment, and sadly, he shook his head.

"What are you talking about?! Of course we should!... Right?" Tails spun back to the machine, frantically looking around.

"I'm just thinking… So much changed… I…" Knuckles grumbled.

"Well… We can't exactly leave him here to rot, can we? Someone's got to let him go someday…" Tails reasoned, but was still hesitating to move from where he stood.

Knuckles was silent.

Tails moved to the input device.

One last "are you sure?"

Tails wasn't sure. There wasn't any way to play it safe now.

"We can't get emotional. It's probably got traps on it." Knuckles reminded him. Tails took a deep breath and straightened up. He cleared his mind, and took the leap.

He hit the "yes" button.

The door unlocked, and out gushed gallons and gallons of a milky thick and syrupy fluid, and with it, Sonic the Hedgehog slid out, covered in gross goo. Tails found himself unsure of what to do next.

"Well… we made our decision; we should follow through with it." Knuckles sighed with a hint of exasperation in his voice. He stepped over carefully and threw the unconscious slippery hedgehog over his shoulder.

"Let's try to get back without being noticed."

He finally had the courage to open his eyes. And indeed the light was blinding. He squinted and lifted his hand to block the light. Doing so was easier than he expected, he ended up throwing his arm out, surprising himself. He felt really dizzy and nauseous. He heard loud voices, so he covered his ears, and was surprised how easy and quick it was, nothing stopping him from doing this, no liquid making moving a chore, and he didn't pass out. He spent a few minutes like this. Experimenting with his ability to move. Until finally, he felt brave enough to unplug one ear, and it wasn't so loud, he had gotten used to it a little. He unplugged the other, but he didn't open his eyes.

"Hey… Are you alright there, buddy?" A voice sounded beside him.

"He's still waking up, go easy on him, okay?" Another voice sounded ahead of him. "he's been underground for so long, he's not used to light, or sound, or motion, or fresh air, which reminds me, if he looks like he's gonna puke make sure-"

He felt something force its way up his throat, he gagged and felt a gross taste wash over his mouth. But just in time, something held and guided his head to the side, pushing him forward and it hurt. He hurled and coughed up the syrupy liquid. It felt weird to open his mouth. But the stuff seemed to stream out endlessly.

He kept coughing, the marveled when he didn't need to cough after a few times. Instead of fluid, his lungs took in a cleaner, lighter stuff, that seemed to make them work better, faster, he felt his head clear up, slowly.

"…You okay?" the voice beside him sounded. Sounded familiar.

"Give him a minute…"

He waited… and then he remembered his native language, piece by piece.

He cleared his throat.

"I…" he held the note "I "for a while, testing out his voice. It hurt, but it was familiar.

"Sonic?" the voice next to him asked.

He remembered. That was probably him, right?

"Yeahhh?" he nodded hesitantly.

"Do you remember anything?" The voice asked.

"Not… very much."

"Why aren't you opening you eyes?"

"Too bright."

"It's… Night time." He sounded disappointed

"Who are you?" Sonic asked. That was his name, Sonic, yes.

"I'm Knuckles, your friend, you remember?"

He thought. Yeah, Knuckles… The red guy right? He was the stubborn one… His voice matched up, probably.

"Give him some time, he'll start to remember when his heart rate evens out."

That was the yellow guy! T, began with a T... Tails?

"Tails? Knuckles?" He mumbled.

They were silent. He tried opening his eyes, and it wasn't that bright… He looked around, and slowly he remembered more and more.

"Do you remember?"

"Yeah… I remember. But where am i?"

"Angel Island. We're driving back to the mountain." Knuckles said.

"What happened to me?" He asked. They were quiet for a second.

"One day, you went off to investigate Eggman, he was up to something and we knew it. You never came back. Presumably he put you in cryogenic storage."

"Cryogenic storage?" he murmured.

"Hey, wait, is it just me or do you look older? Does that usually happen to people in cryogenic storage?" knuckles asked.

"No, but since the machine wasn't maintained, it probably was unable to keep his body from aging. So instead he just ended up in a mind-control coma." Tails explained.

"a coma, huh?" Knuckles said.

"I had an awful dream." Sonic mumbled.

"…about what?"

"… I forgot." He chuckled.

"that's a good sign." Tails said. "It means you brain is forgetting it to make space for your other memories."

"Say… where are we gonna bring him? We can't exactly bring him back like this."Knuckles leaded forward in his seat to talk to tails, who was siting in front of him in the driver's seat. Tails shrugged.

"We don't have much of a choice."

"Where are we going?"Sonic asked.

"Back home, to the rest of our friends,."

"Friends?"

"You know, Shadow and Cream and Vanilla and Rouge and Silver and Blaze, Amy and the rest."

Sonic began to remember all the names as they were spoken, who they were and his relation to them. He could see clearly now.

"hahah… Amy is going to be ecstatic to see him again." Knuckles joked. Sonic laughed, Tails didn't.

Sonic looked forward to seeing everyone, again, even if he would not normally have gotten along with them.

Sonic shifted in his seat.

"When are we gonna get there?"

"It won't be long."

"… Can I run there?"

"I don't know if that's such a good idea."

Sonic slumped down in his seat. Tails was such a stickler.

"Well, at least he's beginning to sound like himself…"

End of chapter 2

Ok ok, this ones a bit shorter, see?

I have my work cut out for me. thank god I didn't decide to upload the one that revolves around my fan character. Also, I should actually study for my Japanese exam, which is tomorrow. Also I should probably get on that essay for English… So uh. Yeah, I might not have that actually finished for… a while.

Sorry for the semi-gross descriptions of how sonic feels, and the barfing, i told you this wasn't for kids, but hey if you were asleep underground in goo for 10 years you'd feel pretty messed up, right?

Once again, if you have any complaints or criticism about the story, speak up and I'll get to it! Or even if you have like suggestions for what I should do for the rest of it, tbh, this story is incomplete and the stuff I have written im probably going to heavily edit/rewrite altogether.

But hey, maybe, soon, i'll get around to that.