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In a small village called Nita, many mobians could be seen desperately fleeing from the destruction caused by Eggman’s machines.
“We just need to hold out a little longer! Help will be here soon!” shouted Pat, the mayor of the town—a brown Tibetan Terrier mobian.
“We can’t last much longer, sir!” one of the soldiers yelled back, doing his best to hold off the robots.
The situation looked desperate. If nothing was done immediately, many lives would be lost. Everything seemed doomed—until someone arrived to intervene.
A blue spiky ball shot straight into one of the Eggpawns, tearing it in half with sharp quills. Once the robot was destroyed, the figure uncurled and revealed himself to everyone: Sonic the Hedgehog, the blue blur.
“Sonic! You’re here!” Pat shouted.
“Heh, don’t sweat it, folks! I’ll take care of these rusty tin cans!” said the hedgehog, brimming with confidence.
Moments later, the hedgehog leapt toward another Eggpawn, smashing it apart with a punch that tore straight through its head. The other robots focused their attacks on the blue hedgehog, but Sonic was quick enough to dodge them all while countering with kicks that sliced the machines in half and spindashes that obliterated any bot unlucky enough to be in his way.
The citizens of the small village cheered wildly each time Sonic destroyed another robot. They were so thrilled by the destruction of the machines threatening their home that they didn’t notice the many things that were… off about the blue hedgehog fighting before them.
First, his shoes—Sonic’s most iconic symbol—were red and black instead of red and white. Another detail was the way he fought. Nobody seemed to notice that the “blue blur” wasn’t nearly fast enough to live up to his title. In fact, he wasn’t fast at all.
Sure, he was faster than an ordinary mobian, but nowhere near the speed his legend claimed.
His fighting style was strange too. Instead of attacking with the overwhelming speed he should’ve had, he used his legs for powerful jumps that launched him directly into enemies. Nobody noticed the subtle change in his quills either—each time he struck with them, their tips darkened to pitch black and grew sharper, letting him slice through enemies with little effort.
His other moves also felt off. Beyond the classic spindash, the hedgehog fought with punches and kicks, but the power behind them was far too brutal for someone with such lean limbs. Even so, his fists pierced through metal bodies with ease, and his kicks cut as cleanly as blades.
In no time, every last Eggman robot was destroyed. The blue hedgehog stood atop the wreckage of an Eggpawn, striking his iconic victory pose.
The villagers celebrated their hero’s triumph. The mayor stepped forward to thank him.
“Thank you so much for your help, Sonic the Hedgehog. We couldn’t have survived much longer if you hadn’t arrived when you did,” the dog said.
“Don’t worry about it, pal. What matters is I got here in time to stop that kind of ending.” Sonic said, his eyes gleaming with confidence.
“This calls for a celebration! Allow us to thank you properly for saving our little village. We don’t have much, but we can at least prepare something for you to eat in gratitude,” the dog suggested.
“Hmmm. No thanks,” said the blue hedgehog. “I’ve got another place to be after this, y’know? Gotta go fast and all that. Later!” Sonic bolted into the forest near the village, vanishing into the trees.
“Errr… I’m sure he must be busy. Maybe next time,” the mayor said, turning back to his people. But before he could say another word, the sound of an engine reached his ears.
Looking up, he spotted a red airplane flying toward the village. Moments later, it landed just outside town, and three figures stepped out: a blue hedgehog, a pink hedgehog, and an orange fox.
The blue hedgehog dashed forward at extreme speed, stopping right in front of the mayor.
“We’re here! Where’s the attack happening?” asked Sonic, the true blue blur.
“Oh, you decided to come back and join our celebration?” asked the mayor. Sonic looked extremely confused at the dog’s comment.
“Err… No…? You called us here because you were being attacked by Eggman’s robots, right?” Sonic asked, baffled.
“Yes, but you already took care of that. Now we just want to have a small celebration before we begin rebuilding the village,” the mayor replied. Sonic was now utterly confused.
“Sonic! Don’t run off ahead!” Amy shouted, finally catching up to the blue hedgehog. Right behind her, an orange two-tailed fox landed after flying with his twin tails.
“What’s the status of the village attack? Looks like it’s already been resolved,” Tails said.
“Yes, Sonic already destroyed all of Eggman’s robots,” the mayor commented.
“No, I didn’t do that,” Sonic said, his tone suddenly very serious.
“Hmm?” Now the mayor looked just as confused as Amy and Tails.
“What are you talking about, Sonic?” Tails asked.
“I’m saying someone who looks like me showed up and saved the village before we even got here,” Sonic replied. “Are you sure the one who destroyed the robots looked like me?”
“Hmm… Yes, he looked exactly like you. A blue hedgehog, just like you—a perfect copy.”
“Sonic… You don’t think…” Tails began thoughtfully.
“Yeah. Maybe Eggman created another copy of me… Or worse, someone’s out there pretending to be me, and they look exactly like me.” Sonic said.
“This can’t be good… especially considering he stopped an attack of that scale all by himself…” Tails remarked.
“Mayor! Do you know where this person went? Is he still here?” Sonic asked, deadly serious.
The dog seemed startled for a moment before answering.
“Err… N-No, he’s not here. He said he had something important to deal with, then ran into the forest and disappeared,” Pat replied, pointing toward the direction the blue hedgehog had vanished.
Sonic turned to face the forest.
‘Whoever you are… I’ll find you eventually. But for now, I’ve got more important things to take care of,’ he thought to himself.
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Sonic(?) finally stopped running after several minutes, certain that he was far enough from the village at last.
“Finally! I thought I’d never get out of there. These attacks are getting more and more annoying,” Sonic(?) said. “I was almost sure I wouldn’t make it in time.”
The blue hedgehog kept walking toward the denser part of the forest, his face beginning to melt. Within seconds, the hedgehog’s face melted away completely and, where it once was, now remained only a black void with a single, disturbingly realistic eye on the left side.
POV: Sonic(?)
I was almost certain I wouldn’t have enough time to destroy all those annoying robots before my form started glitching and melting.
You must be confused about what I am, right? My dear spectator.
The truth is… I don’t even know what I am. It’s been some time since I arrived in this world—maybe I’m a ghost, a specter, or a demon… Maybe even all three.
But my original form is that of a black, featureless slime, like some grotesque ooze.
Ever since I came to this strange world of Sonic, I’ve kept myself hidden, focused on learning what the hell I’ve become. And I discovered that I can alter my form at will. If I want to turn into anyone from this world, I can—so long as I keep all of their features in mind. If I can’t remember every detail, my form shows… errors.
I also discovered that if I touch someone, I can copy their form perfectly, even their physiology. Meaning: I can copy abilities if they come directly from their physical body. For example: if I touched Knuckles, I’d gain his extreme strength, but not his ability to communicate with the Master Emerald or perform guardian-only tasks.
Of course, all of this comes at a cost. It drains my energy to maintain a flawless form. If I stop trying to copy someone perfectly and let my true, grotesque traits bleed through (like my “real face”), it consumes far less energy.
Another neat trick? I can alter the density of my body. I can shift from gelatinous to solid and extremely tough. Sometimes, in Sonic’s form, I harden my spines so they cut like knives. Or I thin my legs until they literally become blades.
I still don’t know the full extent of my alterations, or how resistant I can make myself to attacks… but I’m in no rush to find out.
Oh, I forgot to mention—turns out I’m immortal. Well… not exactly. It’s more like I can’t die unless my core is completely destroyed.
I have this kind of red gem that makes up my core, and as long as it stays intact, I can reform and regenerate endlessly. Doesn’t matter if my head gets ripped off—I can just put it back, or grow a new one.
I found this out by accident, one of the first times I impersonated Sonic to stop an attack on some village. A badnik blasted a hole straight through my chest, and within seconds it vanished, like it had never been there.
This body… is truly strange.
As I walk forward, I hear a loud CRACK beneath me. When I look down to see what happened… my leg is on the ground, the bone sticking out and broken.
“Tsk, looks like this vessel’s already at its limit,” I mutter to myself, shoving my leg back into place. “At this point, I’ve stitched this body more times than an old teddy bear. But what can I do? There’s no way to slow the decay.”
Ah? Did I forget to mention that? Well… let’s just say this body works much better when it’s bound to a ‘vessel.’
And this particular vessel is already in an advanced stage of decomposition. Which means I’ll need to find a new one soon.
Damn it… It was hard enough finding a corpse this fresh… and now I’ll have to find another…
“Well, nothing I can do about it.” I release myself from the vessel, letting the body of a white rabbit in extreme decomposition collapse to the ground where I’d been standing. Parts of its skeleton poke through, and the limbs I had stitched back earlier finally snap apart, falling beside the corpse.
Now I’ll need another if I want to keep playing hero… Time to get moving. I reshape my body into the form of a hedgehog again, but this time with my whole body entirely black, leaving my many eyes wide open across my body.
“Time to get moving then,” I say as I begin walking. “A little tune would be nice… Hm… how about…”
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