Third Person
When time starts to become a blur, when the scenery starts looking the same, but you don't recognize anything, what more could possibly be hidden in the simplest corners of your own mind yet not have any meaning? This is what has happened to our once known hero; Sonic the Hedgehog. All his life was a lie and he believed that everything was true. He never questioned anything about himself until now. Why you may ask. Why not try to dig deep into your past that was a blur to you and find... Basically what you never expected? Well here's your answer. Sonic the Hedgehog only believed that the past was there to teach but never dwell. To let you learn from your mistakes and move on with your life. If you have no past, even one that neither bad nor good, what are you really? Just something that popped into existence. Sonic never questioned his existence until it was shoved into his face. He was a lie. He was nothing.
As he stood there with the melancholy silence tightly packed against his very bones only to be broken by the tiniest pitter patter of rain dripping onto anything it could, his own salty tears joining in on the chorus, the blue hedgehog truly realized that he had nothing because he was nothing. Everything he had, everything he did was nothing but a lie. How could one continue with this way of living to only see that it was not your life after all?
They say ignorance is bliss. Ignorance is only that Sonic had until his friend ripped that from him as well. Maurice had shown him everything. He had shown Sonic his past, his present. He had shown what had happened for it all. Except for the burning tears down his reddened checks from the frosty cold of Mother Nature's touch, Sonic felt nothing. He had shed more tears now than in his entire life. He had never once shed a single drop. That was untill now. He slowly looked up to his destination. Lightning and thunder doing there song and dance in the blackened sky above to light the way.
Sonic took in a breath and began making his trek down the untrodden path.
Where he was going?
It was familiar to him.
What he had with him?
Would change everything.
What was he thinking?
Nothing.
In his mind he had nothing. The idea he had was the only thing he possibly had left but that wasn't what he was thinking. That was only instinct he was following now. He had finally arrived at his location. He looked at what was in front of him. Blackened ground, the still strong smell of burnt metal that he could only recognize from his once life of destroying robots, metal bits wedged into trees and anything else he could see in the open area. He slowly ran his hand along the old black markings. Maurice guiding him into doing his biding.
After all, he was only a puppet alive for one thing. To follow the true body's master.
He gave an uncharacteristic smile.
This. Will. Be. Perfect~