[Streak the Blue Racer]

I'm not going to tell you that much about the fanfic because I would like to get my readers to try to find out what's going on by themselves. Also, this is an Alternate Universe, basically the Sonic characters all put in a realistic setting. Which basically means the Sonic characters live in homes and stuff. Why? I really don't know why I made it that way, but I tried to make this into a dramatic fanfic starring Sonic characters. Basically the creative voices in my head told me to do this.

Constructive criticism is appreciated.

I'm also posting two chapters because the first chapter is fairly short.

Chapter One

The sun was setting, light breaking through the window. His face was shining, his quills shimmering in the darkness. Everything was quiet, and all the lights were shut off. He tried to keep his mind busy. It was racing with the conversation he had in his head.

How are you?

Fine, fine.

You’re lying.

No, I’m not.

Why would you lie to me? To yourself?

Because I’m not lying.

He sat on the couch swiftly, about to pour some sound in the room by using his TV. But he kind of liked the quiet. So much was going on that he needed to rest. But yet he couldn’t sleep. He shouldn’t be worried about a single thing. Or maybe he just had insomnia today.

His adopted son, Miles Prower, was fast asleep. He wished he was like him. A child again. He would have no worries at all. He would get to experience the wonders of such things as sunsets all over again. It was like he experienced those things so much that he didn’t cared. The sun was sinking right down in the horizon outside his window. The sky was mostly a scarlet red, fractured apart with purples, oranges, and yellows. His son would gape at it with wonder, but he would just sit there as if it was the most boring thing in his life.

He went in the bathroom and stared in the mirror at his tired face. His fur was still shiny cobalt; his green eyes were dull and lifeless. He smiled briefly, then resumed frowning as soon as his eyes no longer glimpsed at the mirror. He turned on the faucet, the sink holding cold water. He dabbed his hands inside it for a while, desiring to feel something that reminded him he wasn’t dead. He then smeared it all over his face, to keep himself alert. He was awake, but tired. He thought that if he was going to stay up, he might as well try to keep himself up. As soon as he took another look in the mirror, he saw something.

It wasn’t him, but something large, dark, and hairy. He thought he heard something emit a deep-throated growl as well.

The sink was overflowing. Cold water began to spread itself throughout the bathroom and the floor outside.

His son was awoken, to the sound of water rushing. He turned in his bed, attempting to ignore the sound.

His eyes were shifting from left to right, looking smaller than usual. He immediately grabbed the handle and turned the faucet off. The carpet outside the bathroom was soaked, the wetness stretching for a few yards.

He stared at the bathroom floor. He could no longer see whatever was in the mirror a few moments ago. “Shit,” he whispered, as his head turned to the side as he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

He opened it ajar; breathing a sigh as he found out it was just his son. “Dad, what are you doing?” he meekly asked.

“Umm…” He thought of an excuse. “I was taking a bath.”

“Did you make the tub overflow or something? The floor is wet.”

“Yeah, I guess I got too carried away.” His eyes no longer looked down at his son.

“Dad, are you nervous or something? You’ve got to be if you allowed the tub to overflow.”

“Go to bed,” he yawned.
“Dad, why didn’t you answer my question?” He was pacing to his bedroom. His son followed him, wanting an answer to his seemingly harmless question. He slammed the bedroom door in front of him, nearly slamming his nose in it.

“Dad, why do you act this way?” he said as he trudged back to his room.

He locked the door. He just didn’t want anyone in.

His back landed on the bed, his eyes weary. He wanted to try to get to bed. It was hopeless staying up.

His eyes turned to the right as he picked up a snarl from across the room.

Chapter Two
Things remained immersed in darkness until he heard a knock coming from the door. As soon as he opened it, he was surprised to see that it was his friend, Knuckles. “Hey Sonic. You seem to be…tired. Did you get any sleep last night?”

“I tried to sleep the best I could last night,” he said as he allowed him inside and shut the door. “Just…you know. Kid and all.”

“I don’t think you have to worry that much about Miles. He’s a good kid.” He made himself comfortable on the couch, Sonic mimicking him sluggishly. “Or is there something else that…”

“No, not really. Things have been going fine. So, I’m guessing you’re here because you want to hang out, right?”

“Well, it’s like we haven’t gone out in ages. If you really are that stressed out, then maybe that’s what you need.”

Where’s Miles going, then? I can’t have him stay here by himself,” Sonic said hurriedly.

“He’s smart, Sonic. It’s not like he’s going to burn the house down while you’re gone.”

“I know, Knux, he just…can’t stay here,” Sonic replied as he got up.

“Why not?”

“He just can’t,” he snapped back as he glanced at him wildly, phone in hand.

“Sonic, you don’t have to snap at me,” Knuckles calmly responded. “I don’t exactly understand, but if you feel as if your home isn’t…you know, then we can just make him stay over at your relatives’.”

“Don’t have any….relatives,” he said quietly.

“Sonic, that’s ridiculous. Unless every single one of your relatives are dead, that’s impossible.”

“They’re…yeah, they’re all dead, Knux…” Sonic looked at him with sorrowful eyes.

“If that really is the case, and if you think he doesn’t need a babysitter, then he can stay over at my place. But I still don’t understand, Sonic…”

“He just can’t stay over here, and it’s going to stay that way. No ifs, ands, or buts,” he replied as he put the phone away.

“Sonic.” Knuckles said nothing else. He faced him with a grim façade. “Did you kill anybody and you’re afraid that Miles will find the body?”

“No!” Sonic growled. He was starting to get annoyed.

“Wow, you really are stressed out of your mind. You snapped at me again.”

“Sorry Knuckles, he just…can’t stay here. We’ll take him to your home, okay?”

He shook his head. “If you say so.”

It was around nightfall by the time Sonic and Knuckles were walking to the bar. Both of them were quiet for a while before Knuckles began to speak up.

“I still don’t know why you made Miles stay at my house. I really saw nothing wrong with yours.”

Sonic said nothing. He was too focused on going to the bar to get a few drinks in his system. However, Knuckles spoke again.

“You know, something tells me that you’re hiding something from your family and friends. You don’t want Miles to stay at your house, you won’t tell me anything, and every time we go to these places, you usually get drunk off your ass and try to mingle with all the women, trying to forget about your problems or something…”

“Are you trying to say something here?” Sonic stopped and faced him.

“Sonic…are you gay?”

“What? No! What gives you…”

“Well, maybe you don’t want Miles to stay at your house, because somewhere you’re hiding…”

“Okay, let’s totally forget the fact that I had a girlfriend…”

“That says nothing. I know about a lot of gay guys who once upon a time had girlfriends…”

“If it’ll get you to stop asking me these questions, then sure, I’m gay,” Sonic said, hoping that he would leave him alone for a while.

“Now we’re getting somewhere!” No, Knuckles wasn’t getting anywhere. He wasn’t even close to where all of Sonic’s secrets lied. Sonic was fine with his assumption. He thought he shouldn’t be saying this, but he just wanted Knuckles to be quiet and let him forget everything for a while. He just wanted to forget.

“I am the sexiest hog in the world, ladies!” Sonic laughed boisterously, while many hedgehog ladies giggled right after him, surrounding him. He was drunk, many images and sounds swirling around in his head. But he didn’t cared. He was here to have fun. And that was something he hasn’t had in a while. At least, not until the last time he went out with his friend. He chugged his drink down, and continued to amuse the women.

Knuckles was annoyed and disgusted with Sonic. He wasn’t spending any time with him, and already within days of breaking up with his girlfriend Amy, Sonic was off trying to romance with more women. He already trashed his guess that Sonic was gay, as he seemed to enjoy kissing another woman. He also was envious that it was Sonic who attracted all these girls, and not him. Knuckles continued to give him a glare of contempt as the bartender filled his drink.

“Want to go back to my place, pretty? I promise I’ll give you the night to remember…” Knuckles began to laugh quietly to himself as Sonic’s face was struck by a slap. Sonic’s place in the bar became empty as the women who once flocked to him left one by one. “Ah, forget all of you! I’ll just find another woman to have fun with!” Sonic shouted to them, while scooting himself to another female. She also left, repulsed by him. “Ah, you’re probably some slut anyways!”

Knuckles resumed drinking, until Sonic stood up, walked to where Knuckles was sitting, and whispered, “Hey, let’s get out of here. All these women are stupid whores.”

“Oh, so you called them whores for not sleeping with you. That makes sense,” he remarked as he sipped his drink.

“Shut up! You want to get your ass kicked?”

“Sonic, seriously. You’re drunk. If you want to leave, fine. Because I’m leaving before you cause…”

“Knuckles, I’m kidding. You know I love you,” Sonic smirked.

“Okay, now you’re just…getting creepy. We’re leaving.”

Both of them were now walking back to their homes, Sonic stumbling about the streets while Knuckles was moving at a pace fast enough to avoid embarrassment from him. However, he could not escape. Sonic began to shout loudly, usually “Wait for me, buddy!” and “The ladies don’t lie! I’m the sexiest hog alive!” He just wanted to quickly get away from this drunken hedgehog he really did not want to associate with.

“Hey, you there! Shut up!” Another animal yelled back at him.

“Don’t tell me to shut up you…communist!” Sonic answered back.

Knuckles saw his home. He dashed to the door, and said, “Okay Sonic, I’m going to keep Miles here until you…sober up, okay? Are you sure you can go back home?”

“Sure I can! I can get there quick, you know…” he replied gruffly.

“Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Sonic…” Knuckles swiftly closed the door, leaving Sonic in the cold street.

“I’m home!” Sonic blurted, as he stepped inside his home.

“About time you showed up.”

“Ah, goddamn it, not you again! I thought you would…” Sonic clamored, wiping his mouth with his arm.

“You’re drunk. Trying to hide, aren’t you?”

“I don’t hide from shit, just you kn-…”

“You’re hiding, right now! Hiding from your problems! Do you want me to remind you…”

“I don’t have any problems. You’re lying. Trying to scare…”

“You’re such a shit faced liar… literally. You were abused…”

“Who’s the one with the shit face, huh? If only you weren’t that strong, I would kill you…”

“Feed me now before I eat you.”

Sonic had no choice. He looked in the fridge, and grabbed yet another steak. He threw it out in the blackness, where it was absorbed. He could see the glistening teeth and the claws tearing the meat apart. He was horrified to see the steak eaten in what seemed to be milliseconds. The teeth faded away, and he could hear sinister laughter. “You can’t run from me forever. You claim you’re the fastest thing alive, but you can’t run fast enough from…”

“Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!” he screeched. He immediately grabbed a bottle, smashed it next to a counter, and held it next to the darkness.

“Dad!”

His face relaxed as he heard and felt his child. He was no longer angry as he no longer saw the darkness. He was back in his living room, lights on, with him holding on to a broken bottle. “Dad,” he repeated.

He fell to the couch, dropping the bottle piece, and he began to cry. “Miles…I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what? You just stood there, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry that I…have to keep so many things from you…”

“Keep so many what?”

Sonic embraced his son, afraid of telling him. “Just remember that I love you, okay Miles?”

Miles found this to be too strange, but he didn’t let go. “Okay dad…”

A pair of eyes stared at Sonic, unceasing until they faded away into oblivion.

[SonicFang]

I have no idea why you think this story is bad. I skimmed through it and it was great.

[Streak the Blue Racer]

HOLY SHIT SOMEBODY POSTED

Well, by popular demand from one person, I will post the next dramatic chapter.

“Sonic, I thought about it, and…”

“Like what? You’ll marry me?”

“No, not really…”

“No? Why not?”

She faced him sternly. “I’m breaking up with you.”

He was shocked to hear this. He thought things with him and her was perfect. Like the ideal couple. And she was willing to throw away their relationship, like that?

“But…why? I thought, I thought…”

“You thought, but not enough. Just…it’s not really working out, Sonic.”

“What do you mean? I thought that you said you loved me…”

“I do, but I’m not…you know, ‘in love’ with you…”

He was getting annoyed now. She wanted to break up with him, simply because “she was no longer interested”?

“Geez Amy, how about you just put me in the trash? That’s the equivalent of what you…”

“Don’t take it that way. I just…”

“You’re seeing another guy, aren’t you?”

She ignored his question. “Sonic, look, I don’t like doing this…”

“Then don’t do it then! It’s that simple!”

Her face was still clear in his mind as he lay on the bed, eyeing the ceiling.

“But I will!” She was getting angry as well. “You’ve just changed, Sonic! You used to love life, love adventure, bold, kind…you’re not like that anymore…”

“What do you mean I changed? I’m still me. I’m still Sonic.” He paused, looking at her face. She also stared at him a while, until she spoke. “Yeah you’re still Sonic. You’re a different hedgehog with the same name.”

He was looking at himself in the window. He put the palm of his hand on the screen. It was shaking.

“My bus is here. I’m sorry, Sonic, but you aren’t what you used to be…maybe if…” Sonic clasped her hand, gripping it tightly. “Amy, please…”

“I’m sorry.”

She let go. Sonic gazed at her with an appalled expression. He didn’t want her to leave. Not now. Not with what they’ve built together. She departed for the bus.

Amy glanced at the window, expecting to see Sonic stand there, letting her leave. As the bus left, she was astonished to see him become so desperate, that he began to follow the bus, running alongside Amy’s side of the vehicle. She sighed, and opened the window.

“Sonic! Please don’t follow me! Just…leave me alone.”

He slid his hand at the same pace as a raindrop that rolled across the window.

Sonic’s running became slower, and slower, until he gradually stopped. He knew the only option he had was to let her go. There was nothing he could do. He saw the bus drive off into the distance, the only thing consoling him was the wind.

He didn’t change! He didn’t change at all! What was she talking about? He was still Sonic! How could she leave him?

He headbutt the window in a fit of rage. The window became fractured; his head bleeding. His hands covered his head, as he screamed.

The raindrop split into two as it came upon a crack in the window, each going their own separate paths.

[Game_Over]

The beast in the cornerrrr...Crap title. But nice fanfic.

[Streak the Blue Racer]

Okay, I bring you the fourth chapter. Will Sonic ever be able to regain his dignity after he made out with Jamie Kennedy? Find out...right now!

He was watching the morning news, keeping his mind busy. His head was bandaged. Everything was silent except for the sounds of the TV, both him and his son not even speaking a word to each other. Every time Miles saw something like this happen to his father, he was told to ask no questions. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t want to dare to question the peculiar behavior of his dad.

He did changed. Sonic would always think of doing fun things with his son, ask him how was his day, help him out, the usual things that count. But things have changed. He was now aloof, desiring to be alone most of the time. Sonic would ask him how he was doing, but he wouldn’t seem to care what came out of his mouth. It was just a mechanical response, something that his father did robotically. He wondered if he was dead on the inside. He heard of this saying, and it meant that person was still alive, but seemed to have no soul. As if it wilted away and died. His dad had a pulse, but he had no heart.

He also heard about self-injury. He wondered if his dad was secretly hiding this from him. This wasn’t the first time that he’s been hurt like this for what seemed to be no reason. He remembered when he’s seen him all torn up. Deep gashes marking his body, bruises all over, a black eye and a bloody jaw. He didn’t even recognize him. When he was sent to the hospital to recuperate, he told the doctors it was all an accident. When he asked him what happened, he said nothing to him. The only reason why he thought this was that he was told “people who frequently felt numb” did this. “People who felt dead” did this too. He thought his dad would be the last person in the world to do this, but it was a possibility. Especially with how he’s been lately. He finally spoke up to him.

“Dad?”

“Yeah?” He did not look at him. He continued to stare at the TV.

“I think you’ve been…strange, lately.”

“Hm?” He was looking at him now. If this weren’t his son, he would get infuriated and tell them he hasn’t changed at all. But if this was coming from Miles, he had to listen.

“Just…you haven’t been yourself.”

“What gives you that idea?”

“Let’s put it this way: it’s like you have a dead…soul. You’re alive, but you seem dead.”

He was confounded to hear this coming from his 8-year-old son. “And what makes you say that?” he said.

“You…you…” Miles couldn’t describe it. He stammered a bit, then answered. “Everything you do, dad. It seems like you’re dead. You seem to be not happy anymore.”

“I’m happy, Miles. Just so much stuff happened that makes me unhappy. I’ll be back on my feet, don’t worry.”

“I don’t know if I can…accept that answer,” Miles replied, frowning. His father lied to him many times, but not right now. He wanted honest answers.

“What are you willing to accept, Miles? That a giant flying spaghetti monster sucked my soul out? That’s the truth. Sometimes son, a lot of bad things happens to people. I think I’m already getting a mid-life crisis.”

“I know, dad. I know. But there must be a reason other than this on why you’ve been like this.”

“There isn’t any other reason, Miles,” Sonic solemnly retorted, his back facing him.

“Dad, can you just tell me the truth for one second?”

“I am!” Sonic’s hair stiffened. He was tired of all these accusations. “You know I would never…”

“Well, you already lied to me several times, dad, so that’s a lie. Just tell me…”

“I am, Miles! The point is this: I was happy, things happened, I became sad, and you think I’m dead. And now you’re accusing me of lying. Miles, I’m fine. I just had some hard times is all, okay?”

“Dad…”

“Go to your room!”

Miles could not believe this. He was now daring to question his father’s behavior, and he was being punished for it. But he knew it was hopeless. His dad was too stubborn. He would probably never tell him what was really going on in his head, not even for a chilidog. “Fine dad. Fine, I’ll go to my room,” he muttered under his breath irritably. He once again treaded to his room like a slug, and shut the door.

He sighed deeply. First was his ex-girlfriend, and now his son. If this was coming from Miles, then maybe he…he couldn’t think of it. He thought of other things to forget about it. In the news, there was an accident on the highway…maybe not distract himself with that thought. Other things. He looked in the fridge. He was running low on food. He had to go to the store with his son. “Miles!”

His son had the phone. He dialed a number, and after a while he started to speak.

“Oh, hello. My name is Miles Prower. The reason why I called is that I want someone to check up on my dad and his house. His name is Sonic.” A pause. “Yeah, he’s been acting strange lately. No, he doesn’t have any psychiatric problems that I’m aware of. Can you…” Another pause. “Great! I’ll see you on Wednesday.” He turned off the phone and hid it under his bed once he heard his name being called. His father appeared in the doorway.

“Miles, we need to go to the store. Let’s go.”

He obeyed his dad. He just hoped maybe things would be cleared up on Wednesday.

[Streak the Blue Racer]

Chapter 5. It's boring.

Sonic entered the store with his son. Usually on their way, they would discuss what kind of things Miles would like to have for dinner. But they chose to be silent all the way to the Station Square Grocery Mart. They just wished to not discuss what happened before Sonic had the idea to go to the store. As Miles took a cart and Sonic inspected certain items, it was a long time before they spoke up again.

“Miles,” he said coldly. “You want me to pick up that…” Sonic stopped, as if he was interrupted.

“That what, dad?” Miles asked.

Sonic’s pupils shrink as he saw a large, hairy thing devouring random food items. It looked up at him, smiled a toothy, Cheshire-grin, and resumed eating. This wasn’t good. It had followed him all the way to the store.

“That what, dad?” he repeated.

“Those…sandwiches,” he said, trying to ignore what he was witnessing.

“Yeah, sure. I would like that,” Miles answered back; trying to see what Sonic was looking at.

“No!” He blindfolded his son’s eyes with his hands. He didn’t want him to see. Miles struggled to get his dad to let go of his eyes. Both of them were cursing under their breath, Miles throwing punches as Sonic continued to hold him. When Sonic no longer saw whatever was staring at him, and people were starting to look at what was going on, Sonic let go, his son hitting him in the face. “Dad! What’s wrong with you?” he yelled.

“There was a guy doing…indecent things. Didn’t want you to look.”

“Yeah, right,” Miles replied bitterly. He didn’t believe him.

“Well, whatever. I was trying to save your virgin eyes.”

As Sonic continued to shop, it still followed him. It began to tear things out of packages, throwing things, and eating things. People were beginning to look at him, as he seemed to leave a trail of destruction throughout the store. This was even worse than the time two raccoons he heard about barged into the store, wearing blue overalls with red and green shirts, began to steal the carts and race them, throwing turtle shells at each other. Actually, that incident made him chuckle. But Sonic kept on looking back, seeing it pursue him relentlessly.

“Dad, why is it that everywhere we go, things get broken?” his son inquired. It was strange, but Sonic knew why that was. It was because of it following him.

As he passed a lane full of glass containers, they all fell and shattered behind him. Sonic looked above to see that it stretched its arms across the aisle, pushing all the containers off the shelves.

“Are…are we having an earthquake? One that seems to be in one aisle?”

“These shelves. They’re not that sturdy,” Sonic confirmed to his son.

“Sonic?”

The tidal wave of falling containers began to halt as Sonic saw a familiar face. It was his ex-girlfriend, Amy, who seemed to be genuinely surprised to see him.

“Amy…what are you doing…”

“Oh, that. I…decided to go back to my hometown for vacation, because I missed this place. Still haven’t moved?”

Many janitors were dispatched to the aisle. Sonic couldn’t see it anymore. He guessed it chose to hide. “No, I haven’t. I’ve…lived here all my life.”

There was a brief pause. Miles was looking at the damage as they stood there, reflecting.

“Oh dear, what happened to your head? It’s bandaged.”

“Oh, this? Accident,” he said, with no emotion.

She paused again, no longer looking at him. She thought she had enough. “Well, I gotta go, Sonic. I might see you again, if you’re lucky.”

“Yeah, if I am. I’ll…see you, Amy.”

She nodded, and pushed her cart away from Sonic in a hurry.

He turned around and gazed at her. He memorized all the times they shared, and the times she comforted him by sharing the same bed. He was now lonely, every time he woke up. He would’ve continued to gawk at her leaving, but Miles urged him to leave. “This place is getting creepy, dad. We have enough food. Let’s go.” As Sonic continued to move, more containers fell, janitors giving him a glare.

[Game_Over]

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and the times she comforted him by sharing the same bed.

Alright....Release the next chapter...

[Streak the Blue Racer]

Okay, so there's no real sex in this. I'm not making this an XXX fic.

Sry

Anyways, next chapter.

Weeks earlier…
He got out a handgun. He thought that this would be the time he would finally use it. He was going to kill him. Kill it. He has made his life a living hell ever since he showed up. The hell was going to stop now.

His hands were shaking as he held the gun. His brow was covered in sweat. He looked behind the door, while he was backed up in a corner. He saw nothing. No sign of it. He rolled to the next corner, in the next room. He just wanted to shoot the damn thing and get it over with.

A sound. His ears pricked up, his head turning to the left. He cocked his gun.

A force knocked him down to the floor, his gun released from his grasp. It was a few feet away from him.

He saw the beast no longer covered in darkness. It was also a hedgehog-like creature, sporting quills. They were a very dark navy blue, with ghostly white tips. He also had green eyes, a piercing emerald color. He also had rows of jagged teeth, as he opened his mouth to give out a clamorous roar, lifting his claws to slash at him. He managed to stretch his arm long enough to grab the gun. He pulled the trigger, firing a bullet that covered his fur in blood. He did not flinch. His claw cut through his skin deeply, his chest now crimson.

The gun fell from his hands. He was in pain. He tried to cover his chest to halt the bleeding but it seeped through. The beast could only laugh.

“Tried to kill me, huh? Let me tell you something…” The beast loomed over him. He swiftly snatched him, and launched him violently across the room. He landed against the wall, crashing on a table and a lamp. The beast dashed to his body and slammed him against the wall once more. He smirked cruelly as he said, “You can’t kill me.” His face transformed to a demonic look. “You can’t kill your insanity!” he boomed.

“Insanity? What are you…” he weakly replied. The only answer he received was a punch that shattered a few of his teeth and made his mouth bleed.

Sonic could only lay there, defeated, as the beast began to take his claws and slice his arms and body. It wasn’t until he bubbled a horrifying scream that got Miles’ attention.

The beast faded into darkness as a shocked gasp was let go from Miles’ mouth.

“Dad! What happened? Please tell me…”

“No! Call 911 now! Call the damn number!” he shrieked, spitting blood.

Miles dialed the number, shaking and explaining what was going on through tears. Within a few minutes, his father was strapped down on a stretcher, his blood-covered body inside an ambulance. When he told Knuckles what happened, they immediately went to the hospital, both of them praying in their minds that he would be all right.

He blacked out, the sounds of the siren waning out.

Sonic…
He could barely open his eyes. He was too weak, too tired, and everything was blurry.

Sonic…
He followed the voice. He lifted his eyes, soon seeing the doctor, who was a pig, come into focus.

“Sonic, do you hear me?”

He didn’t felt like speaking. He nodded his head in order to answer his question.

“Good. Sonic, can you please tell me what happened?”

He didn’t talk. He wanted to go back to sleep.

The doctor talked to the nurse, concerned about his patient’s lack of communication. Sonic couldn’t pick up all the words, but he mentioned “possibly a self-mutilator”.

The doctor faced him again.

“Sonic, your son said he saw a gun on the floor. Did somebody…”

“No…” he moaned.

“But it looks like you’ve been attacked. We also believe you may be…”

Sonic didn’t know what he could explain. He felt as if he couldn’t tell anyone about the beast. No one would believe him.

“Accident,” he whispered.

“Excuse me?”

“It was an accident,” he repeated.

“Sonic, how could this be an accident? It seems…”

“Why would you think I’m lying? It was all an accident. I heard something, grabbed a gun, and…” Sonic stopped, unsure of what to say next.

The doctor wrote in his chart, left the room, and let Knuckles and Miles inside.

“Sonic, are you okay? What happ-…” Knuckles asked, but he was disrupted by Sonic lifting his hand.

“It was all an accident, okay? Why should it matter anyways? They said I’d be okay in a few days…”

“Dad, it’s important because if someone hurt you, they can send the police to help you. But if you…you know…”

“I did not hurt myself!” Sonic growled. The nurse clutched his body, and without exerting much energy, restrained him.

“So, we’re supposed to believe that out of nowhere you got these cuts?” Knuckles irritably rebutted.

“…Yeah. It was an accident. Why don’t you believe me?”

Knuckles shook his head, avoiding looking at him.

“Miles can stay at my house while you get better. Just…don’t give yourself a hard time, okay?”

Sonic said nothing as both Knuckles and Miles left the room. He didn’t know what to do. He of course shouldn’t say that he hurt himself, he couldn’t say he was attacked by someone other than the beast, so he just had to say it was an accident. But nobody believed him.

Sonic was later released, without any more complications. But it was a wonder that they didn’t think of sending him to a mental institution. But why would he want that? He wasn’t crazy!

But yet…what the beast said. Was it true?

The hell continued.

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He reluctantly crawled out of bed, unsure if he wanted to go through another day. He didn’t even turn on the lights in his bedroom, wanting the darkness to cover him. He held his head in his hands as he read the time on the alarm clock. 1:21 P.M. He slept for a while.

The only things that comforted him from this meaningless life were his dreams. They reminded him of a time that he didn’t have to deal with this constant bout of loneliness and emptiness. He didn’t want to agree with Amy that he changed. But too many things were going on that made him feel as if he were clinically depressed. He told himself that it was only a small crisis. Just a small crisis. He will go back to his original self as soon as they were averted. But when would they be averted? He counted the days. This was so far week 5. 35 or so days. He thought maybe week 6 would be it. He had to stay optimistic.

What was the use?

The crisis would never be averted. He will always be a pile of shit that no one would want to love or want. He was drifting apart from his family and friends. He was becoming distant, angry, and unhappy. Once he died, nobody would probably care. No one would care…

“How about you take that gun and shoot your brains out?”

He saw a gun land on his bed. He thought he also saw the beast’s green eyes. His claw was pointing to it as he gave an evil smile.

He thought about it. It would make this shit stop once and for all. He knew he hated the whole notion of suicide, but that was because he never experienced this everlasting despair gnawing at him all the time.

But what about his son? He would become traumatized about this. Was he going to abandon his place as his father, simply because he was sad?

“No.” He pushed the gun away.

“Do it.” The beast pushed the gun back into place.

“No!” He took the gun away from the beast and laid it on the floor, sweeping it under the bed with his foot.

“I told you to do it.” The beast’s arms stretched and held the gun, and then he put it on the bed once more.

“No goddamn it!” He stopped yelling as he heard his son. “Dad, somebody’s at the door!”

He walked to the door and opened it. He was startled to see that it was no one he recognized. It was a squirrel, with red fur, wearing a professional-looking dress. She had dark blue eyes, a nice smile, and curly blond hair. “Hello. My name is Sheila. I assume you are Sonic?”

Sonic was taken aback. He didn’t ever remember calling someone like her at his residence. “Yeah, I’m Sonic. Uh…come in,” he said, allowing her inside.

Miles ran up to her, as he did remember calling someone like her, and he was waiting all week for her to come. “And I see you’re Miles Prower. You were the one who called me to inspect the residence. But I didn’t know you were…a child. You sounded older on the phone…”

Sonic gave Miles a scowl, then replied, “yup, phones always make you sound one or two years older. That’s a fact.”

She giggled. “Alright, I need to know a little bit about you. How about we sit?”

“I’ve heard your son called because he was…concerned about your behavior. He said you have no psychiatric diagnoses, but yet…” she stopped as Sonic gulped his drink. He didn’t know why his son would call a social worker in the house, but he thought this wouldn’t be a problem. He really didn’t change or expressed any bizarre behavior. Besides, she was hot. He would prove to his son that he didn’t need any help and he was still himself. After all, he didn’t choose to end his life or…

Shit. He remembered.

The beast. He couldn’t let her see it. He couldn’t allow his son to see it either!

“Well, I can…uh…assure you that I’m fine, Miss Sheila. My son has been concerned about me, but that’s because I’m dealing with a few things.”

“Oh really? Can you tell me?”

“Bills, just had a failed relationship, and I’m really accident-prone, because I keep on getting hurt, hence my bandaged head and all.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear about that, Sonic. I hope all of this clears up for you,” she nodded, glancing at his head.

“Yeah, but you know. That’s life. So, you want me to show you around?”

“Yes, I would like that very much, Mr. Sonic.”

As he displayed the house, he swore he kept on seeing the beast, who just seemed to be entertained by all this.

“This is quite a decent house, Mr. Sonic. I really see no problems in your environment…how do you treat your son?”

“Well,” he began. “I love him. He’s a really great kid. As you can see, he’s healthy, he does well in school…very well, I might add, and I…”

“Miss Sheila, my dad does love me, but I love him so much that I’m worried that he’s not telling me everything. You know, not being completely honest with me…” Miles ceased him.

“Is that so? Well, do you think your father is hiding things from you?”

“Uh…can you excuse me one moment?” Sonic sprinted to the bathroom, both Miles and Sheila looking at each other as he shut the door in a hurry.

What did he meant that he wasn’t being completely honest with him? The only thing he’s lying about is the beast, but if he told both him and Sheila, he would be deemed crazy. Not to mention Sheila would think he would be an unfit father if she saw it. Were there other things…no. He cleared out his hall of secrets. He didn’t have any. Did he?

He heard heavy breathing. He turned his head, and he was face to face with the beast.

“Hiding things, huh? I want to tell you a few more things…” the beast began to shove him against the door. “You may think you’re an honest father. You even told your son there wasn’t a Santa Claus. But you’re still a liar…” Sonic was backed up against the door. He wanted to escape the beast, but he knew if he opened the door, Sheila would see it. “You never told your son about…”

“About what?” he queried, voice shaking a little.

“About me. About your problems. About…”

“I only have a few problems, and he should never know about you!” he shouted, no longer frightened.

“Is that so?” The beast clutched Sonic’s wrist. He slowly began to scratch it with his claws and cut it, blood now dripping from it. “You want your son to never know…”

He slammed him against the door, blood spraying the front of it.

“Sonic? Are you all right in there?”

Sonic lifted his body, a red pool staining the floor. He was now going to fight the beast. He had no choice.

He rolled up in a ball and struck the beast’s chest. This seemed to have no effect, as he seized him, and smashed his face against the mirror. It became cracked, and he smeared his bloody face all over it.

“Look at it! I said, look at it! Look at yourself! You’re lying to your son about yourself! You are a lie! Liar, liar, liar!” he bellowed.

“I’m not a lie! I’m not a lie! I’m not a lie! I’m not a lie!” he roared at the top of his lungs.

“Sonic?”

She saw the whole bathroom covered in red. The faucet was pouring, as Sonic held his wrist under it. It was still bleeding fiercely. The bathroom mirror was broken, smeared with blood.

Miles walked close to Sheila, his eyes being shielded by her.

Sonic was wearing a gown, waiting to hear the doctor’s response.

“Sonic. By hearing about what happened back at your house, you are obviously a great danger to yourself and you’re severely depressed.”

“I’m not depressed. That incident was…”

“An accident? Like the other times you hurt yourself?” His excuses were irritating the doctor.

Sonic looked down, knowing that that lie would no longer be accepted here. But he would rather be treated for “depression” than for whatever they thought would be wrong with him if he said there was a beast at his house.

“This was no accident, Sonic. Your son said he also saw a gun in your bedroom. Sonic, did you contemplate suicide and decided you would hurt yourself instead?”

He was silent. That information was semi-true. The doctor eyed him, expecting an answer, and then he spoke once more.

“Sonic, I obviously see a very angry and depressed individual. But if you want to get better, you have to stop denying you have these issues. Once you stop denying, things will get better. Now, you’re probably very tired. Get to sleep, you have a big day tomorrow.”

Sonic paced out of the room like the undead. It was true that he was exhausted. But he wasn’t depressed. Or angry. Or crazy. He knew he didn’t belonged here. He was perfectly fine.

As he walked in his room, he could see that he had a roommate. Great, he had to share his room with a nut job. He fell on his bed, wanting to sleep away everything.

“Who the hell are you?” he heard the other one.

“I’m Sonic.” He didn’t felt like conversing. He was too tired, and he was probably insane.

“Now, I know what you’re thinking. ‘I don’t want to talk to you, I just want to sleep.’ But if you want to sleep in this godforsaken room, let me lay down a few rules.” His roommate grasped him and he was looking at a rather pissed-off person. He couldn’t see his entire face, but he had blood-red eyes and red streaks in his hair.

“Rule number one: Don’t. Fuck. With me,” he hissed.

He was wrong. His roommate wasn’t insane. He was violent and absolutely bat shit fucking loony.

“Rule number two: No disturbing me while I’m sleeping, or I’ll kill you. Rule number three: No hogging the bathroom or I’ll kill you. I’m not going to put up with your shit.” He propelled him towards the bed, his head nearly hitting the wall.

“And you better not snore or I’ll kill you in your sleep.” His roommate went back to bed, finally closing his fiery eyes.

How could things have gone completely wrong, like that? “Well…that’s life,” he whispered to himself.

“Don’t talk to yourself either!”

He shut his eyes, shutting himself off the world for a while.

[Streak the Blue Racer]

I'm posting another chapter because this is America.

“Hey, you two! You have to get up whether you like it or not! Especially you, Shadow!” a nurse shouted in the doorway.

Sonic grunted, his body aching. He felt like he barely got any sleep last night. His pain just kept him awake. Shadow seemed to have slept well, as he was already near the door. Sonic rubbed his eyes, and cradled his head in his hands.

“Your wrists,” he spoke up. “You’re a wrist cutter.”

“You want to know a story? I…didn’t cut them. It was…an accident.”

“Whatever,” he spat. He left for the main room.

“As you may have noticed, we have a new patient. His name is Sonic. Sonic, how about you tell us a little bit about yourself and why you’re here.”

Sonic looked at the other patients. They didn’t seem like they cared for who he was, especially Shadow. The only one who looked at him was a white hedgehog with yellow eyes and fanned quills. He chose to talk anyways.

“Uh…hi. I’m Sonic, and I’m in here for apparently attempting suicide.”

“I knew it! See, I do have psychic abilities!” the white hedgehog shouted as he stood up and pointed at him.

“You have what?” Sonic said, flabbergasted.

“You can tell by looking at his wrists, doofus,” one patient called out.

“Silver, sit down!” the nurse yelled. “Sonic, what do you mean, ‘apparently’?”

“…I didn’t do it. The mirror broke and it cut my wrist. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Sonic, honey, I’ve heard a little bit about you. You seem to have a problem with denial. You won’t admit these things…”

“You know why? Because I didn’t do it!” Sonic surged upward, his chair falling to the floor. “I’m so sick and tired of people accusing me of being things I’m not and things I didn’t do! I didn’t do it!” he hollered, his voice audible even in the female ward.

The patients and the nurse didn’t seem fazed. “Sonic…you have a lot of work to do.”

Sonic sat in a chair, withdrawing himself from all of the patients. He didn’t want to know anyone. They were all nut balls. There was one patient who couldn’t function at all. Another who rocked back and forth constantly. One was innocently playing cards by himself, but he was crazy too. Then there was his roommate, standing next to the wall. He was the craziest. He wanted to kill him for things as small as snoring. He was only in here for “attempting suicide”. But he didn’t even want to tell them about the beast as well. But yet the beast couldn't get him here.

He thought about the possibility of the beast not existing. But the pain he gave him was very real. The cuts, the punchings, were all real. He couldn’t have done them himself.

“Hey.”

He looked up. He saw the white-haired hedgehog wanting to talk to him.

“What do you want?” he mumbled.

“Nothing, just want to talk to you.” He grabbed a chair and pushed it next to Sonic. “I thought about it, and I don’t think you’re suicidal,” he replied.

“Well, at least somebody believes me. But I can already tell why you’re here.”

“Why?”

“Because you think you have psychic abilities,” he scowled at him. “You know that shit is fake. Knock it off.”

“Fake?” he exclaimed, eyes widening. “I was given these powers from the future.”

“So you’re saying you came from the future.”

“Why yes. Yes I did come from the future.”

Sonic sighed bitterly. He definitely didn’t belong here. “How did you get here then?”

“They all talked about me being delusional, so I was sent here. You?”

“I already explained. A mirror broke and…I cut my wrist on it while I was fixing it. A social worker saw this and sent me here. And this place fucking sucks,” he groaned.

“You kind of get used to this place after a while. In fact, I sort of like it here.”

“That’s because you’re nutty. Once I tell them that this was all a big misunderstanding, I’ll get out of here. I can’t stand this shit and my roommate, who thinks he’s all tough shit.”

“Oh, Shadow?” Sonic nodded. “He just thinks he’s cool because he’s a sociopath and he has a Narcissistic Personality.”

“I don’t care what he has, he’s an asshole.”

“I just ignore him. Ignore him and he’ll ignore you.”

“It’s hard to avoid him when he’s your roommate.” The white hedgehog laughed heartily, holding his stomach. “Wow, I’m not as unfortunate as you!”

“Yeah…you’re not,” he said, hiding his face. He didn’t want to cry.

“Okay all of you, it’s patient visitation. Follow me to the kitchen.”

As Sonic walked out of the ward, something quickly held him by the scruff of his neck. He didn’t need to look. It was Shadow.

“Okay Mr. I Have Denial, how about you call me an asshole again?” He held him up even higher, as he curled his hands into fists.

“How about you try to hit me, asshole?” Silver and the others covered their eyes as Shadow swung his fist at him. Sonic was lucky this time, however. The staff caught up to him and halted his assault.

Shadow cursed loudly as the staff tried to subdue him. Sonic had to admit that he was putting up a good fight, punching and kicking them out of his way as he tried to get himself back to him. It wasn’t until a nurse administered a needle full of Ativan while he was distracted. He pushed the nurse away violently, and then he fell, point blank, near Sonic.

Sonic said nothing as he watched as they picked up his body and put him in what they called the “Quiet Room,” a piercing white room with a mattress. Shadow laid there, knocked out and drooling.

“Sonic. The show’s over. Follow me to the kitchen, you have two visitors.”

“…And then they came in, injected him with a needle full of this stuff that made him pass out, and…it was literally insane,” he said, telling Knuckles and his son the story. They were very surprised that already within a day all this drama happened while he was admitted. He sighed heavily, then looked at Knuckles. “I hate it here, Knux. Why can’t they understand that it was all a misunderstanding? I didn’t…”

Knuckles was fed up. He hurled the palm of his hand on the table and began to yell at him.

“Shut up and listen to me, Sonic! This bullshit, these lies, all this other stupid shit you’re doing, it stops right here and now! Look at your son! You’re lying to him, you’re not being a very good father to him, you even tried to kill yourself because you…you…” he paused, looking for the right words to say. Everyone was looking at him, but he didn’t cared.

“I’m now taking care of your son because you thought you should kill yourself, right in front of a social worker I might add. You know what? Amy was right! The old you would never do this! Here’s the new you!” He began to mock him and pretend he was him, using a high-pitched awkward voice to resemble him.

“Oh hey guys! I’m Sonic the hedgehog! Because I broke up with my girlfriend, I’m going to get drunk, hurt myself, and attempt suicide because I’m sad! I’m going to do these fucking things and be a major asshole to everyone by putting them through this hell and then say it was an accident! Grow some fucking balls!”

“I didn’t do it! The beast! The beast! It made me…” Sonic screamed, stopping at mid-sentence as some of the guards were dispatched to the kitchen.

“The…the beast?” Knuckles asked, calming down.

“Okay Knuckles, okay Miles, I’ll tell you the truth once and for all. There’s a beast in my house. A beast. I tried to hide it from Sheila, but it cut my wrist and…remember that time I was in the hospital? That was the beast that did all of that. I don’t know what it wants from me, but…” he paused, seeing that Knuckles was no longer listening to him.

“Look Sonic. It’s easier to say ‘I slashed my wrists’ than making up stupid stories. I hope these people help with your denial, because you’re going to need it. Goodbye Sonic.”

Knuckles left, with Miles in tow, stomping his way to the attendant who allowed him to leave. Sonic couldn’t help but look at his son’s teary face as he left.

“But…I didn’t…” Sonic began to bury his head in his hands. He couldn’t stand this anymore. He told the truth and no one accepted him. He knew it wouldn’t work.

He could only wonder what happened to him as the staff took him back to the ward.

[Game_Over]

I'm the only person who actualy reads this.

[Streak the Blue Racer]

That's because not a lot of people here read fanfiction. I don't really read fanfiction either, just horrible ones so I can make fun of them. I'm having a friend look at this fic once I'm done updating it, but I haven't had a lot of people reviewing it.

Okay, whatever, here's chapter 9.

“It’s time for your medications. Line up, all of you.”

Sonic continued to sit in his chair by himself as they all lined up for their medications. The nurse called them one by one by name, giving them their oddly colored pills.

He didn’t need pills. He wasn’t messed up like all these guys. He was normal. His ears pricked up as he heard yelling. “I don’t need goddamn pills!” He of course knew who this was. Shadow. He smacked the pills and the cup of water from the nurse’s hand.

“Shadow,” she sighed. “You’ve been here for months now. You want to know why?”

“Because I refuse to be your fucking guinea pig?” he screeched. “I’m not taking your drugs! Especially just to solve my problems!”

“Shadow, you’ve been stuck in here because you refuse to comply with the rules. We are about fed up to here with your behavior. A few more strikes and you’re sent to a real mental institution. Would you want that?”

“Don’t speak to me as if I’m a lowly child!” was the only thing he said, as he ran to his room. He closed the door harshly. Another nurse was about to follow him, until she said, “Just let him go. He’s unfortunately allowed to refuse to take his medicine. God, I want to inject more Ativan in his ass right now.”

Sonic chuckled, until the same nurse called him. “Sonic!”

“Who, me?”

“Yeah, come and take your medicine.”

Sonic walked up to her, the nurse handing him a cup of water and a pink pill.

“Uh…what’s this?” he interrogated, pointing to the pill.

“Oh, this. The doctor is making you take this for your depression.”

Sonic continued to stare at it. “Excuse me, but I…don’t have depression. I’m not depressed.”

“Sonic, the doctor said you’re obviously depressed because of your self-injury and your suicide attempt, not to mention your depressed thinking. You may also have Borderline…”

“This is ridiculous!” he groaned. “Look, unlike Shadow, I don’t need medicine! I don’t need pills! Save them for someone who really needs them.”

“So you’re refusing to take them?”

Sonic nodded. “Yeah, I really don’t need pills!”

“If you do this, you’ll have to stay here…”

“I don’t need to stay in here! I’ll tell the doctor that all of this is…”

“Sonic, you’re being held in here by the court. You are deemed a danger to yourself. Just take the pill and you’ll feel better…”

“No!” He slapped the pill out of her hand. The whole room was silent.

“…Alright then.” She took the medicine cart and pushed it away from him, out of the ward.

Sonic went inside his room, to see his roommate already lying on his bed. “Let me guess. You took your medicine like a good little boy. A good little obedient dog.”

“…Actually…no, I didn’t.”

He faced him, looking a little shocked. “I got my reasons to not take it. Why not you?”

“Because I don’t have depression. I don’t need to take pills.”

“Your denial is a little surprising. Even if you’re that depressed to try to kill yourself, you’re not depressed enough to be whipped by those jackasses.”

“I’m not…” he stopped, knowing Shadow would mention “denial” again.

“Say, why are you in here anyways?”

Shadow flipped around in his bed, back facing him. “That’s none of your business, now is it?”

Shadow was right. Maybe Shadow’s case was so bad or embarrassing that he had no right to know. Sonic laid down on his bed. He wanted to mention how he wanted to see his son again, but he knew Shadow wouldn’t care.

He turned off the light, both of them casted off to sleep.

Miles had to see this for himself. He sneaked out of Knuckles’ house to find it. The beast. His dad couldn’t be that crazy. After all, it explains a little bit. Those scratches he got that one day seemed to have come from a monster. He was still a firm believer in his dad standing up against suicide and self-harm.

He opened the front door and flipped the light switch. Nothing. Just the TV and couch, looking undisturbed since the incident. He flipped another light switch, seeing everything that still remained after the incident. He still saw the gun on his dad’s bed, the blood staining the bathroom. Beside his bed was a picture of both him and Sonic. His father seemed so happy, so passionate back then. “I’m going to find out what happened, dad. I will,” he quietly spoke to himself.

He went to the kitchen, also switching the lights on. He began to scream.

He saw the beast. He was devouring everything in the fridge, aware that it’ll be a while before he would be fed again. He heard the fox’s cry and gleamed at him with his eyes.

Miles tried to calm himself down. But his father was right all along! A beast was in the house! It was going to try to kill him, just like how he tried to kill his dad!

The beast sighed. They finally found out.

“You…you…you’re going to kill me!” he shrieked. “Please don’t eat me!”

The beast shrugged. “Listen kid. I don’t eat kids. And I won’t kill you. You haven’t done anything to me. I’m not that kind of beast.”

Miles halted screaming. His words were reassuring enough. “So, you’re…”

“That’s right. I’m the beast. I’m the one who did those things to your dad.”

“But…why?” Miles queried.

“It’s a long story. Very long. And complicated. You better get a drink, because this will take a while.”

[Streak the Blue Racer]

Hey, this is the free writer Crystal! Are you ready to go to Pumpkin Hill? Well, you better, because I'm submitting the next chapter!

“Sonic, you have a visitor!”

“I do? Is it Miles?” he asked, pleading it was him.

“No, she’s a pink hedgehog. Follow me, please.”

He knew who this was. Amy. For some reason, she found out about the incident and wanted to see him. Even though he wanted to see his son, he was happy to hear that Amy still cared about him.

“Hi Sonic. How are you doing?” she said, looking concerned. Sonic glanced at her. She was looking great, as usual. He however was a different story. He looked tired and dead. He was rather miserable. He put his hands on top of his head, as if shielding himself from the light, and replied, “Terrible, Amy. I really don’t like it here.”

“Sonic, why did you…do that? Why did you do it if you knew what would happen?”

Sonic decided to tell her the truth as well. “Amy…I didn’t do it.”

“Sonic, you really need help for your denial. If you didn’t do it, then who did?”

“The beast. There’s a beast in my house, Amy.”

“A…a what?”

“I’ll tell you the story. There’s a beast in my house, I tried to hide it from the social worker, and it cut my wrist. I know you won’t believe me…”

“You’re right. I don’t believe you. You know those things don’t exist, Sonic. You did…”

He looked at her with a sorrowful face. “Amy, you do know that I’m not depressed, right? If that incident never happened, I don’t belong here? You know that right?”

Amy shook her head. “Sonic. You need to stay in here. You’re sick.”

“I’m not sick. Amy, I want to prove something to you.” He held her hand. “Go to my house, and search everywhere for the beast. If you look hard enough, you’ll find it. I don’t…” Amy put a finger on his mouth.

“I really…feel sorry for you, Sonic. You’re so damaged. Physically and mentally…” She brushed his quills.

“I’m not suicidal, Amy. I’m not crazy. Please…”

She rose. “Sonic, just do me a favor. Just…” She no longer faced him. “…Stop denying things. Stop the denial. You will never get better if you keep lying to yourself.”

Sonic was left with her words in his head as she left.

Denial. He certainly didn’t have it. No, even if all these people were saying he had it, he will still not believe them.

Doctor’s Report:

Sonic is not improving. He continues to isolate himself from the other patients, dwell on his depressed thinking, and denies that he attempted suicide and hurt himself.

I believe that Sonic is still a danger to himself and if he doesn’t try to improve himself, then he may need to stay here even longer.

Signed,

Dr. Rihosso
She pulled her car in the driveway of Sonic’s house. She was curious about Sonic’s story about the beast. Maybe he was speaking the truth. She highly doubted it, but maybe…just maybe…

She opened the front door. The house was quiet and dark; much like it was when Sonic lived in it. Unlike Miles’ expedition of the house, the bathroom was slightly clean, and she no longer saw a gun on his bed. She thought maybe someone decided to clean the home up a bit.

She saw a photo album on the couch. She decided to sit down and take a peek at it. She wanted to remember all the good memories of Sonic.

She saw many pictures of both Sonic and Miles. She also saw some pictures of both him and her, back when they dated. She smiled as she was brought back to many good memories.

She turned the page, and saw many peculiar photos. They weren’t of anyone. They seemed to be of damages to Sonic’s walls. She didn’t know why he put these pictures in a photo album, but maybe he didn’t want to forget about them.

She turned the page again. She saw drawings in pencil and crayon. She thought Miles made these until she took a closer look at them. One of them was a crudely drawn mass of black lines. It had green eyes, and had rows of teeth. There was another one of a rope. A noose. And someone hanging from it.

She turned the page. There was also a drawing of a bloody tool. She couldn’t tell what it was.

She closed the book. These were getting too disturbing. As soon as she lifted her head, a gasp escaped from her as she saw the beast.

“Uh…hi. Looking at the album, I see,” it spoke.

“What’s the meaning of…those drawings? Why are they in this…”

“That’s a…strange story. If you want to follow me to the kitchen table, we can discuss it.”

[Streak the Blue Racer]

You know what? Fuck it, I'm going to post two chapters.

“Sanitarium! Leave me be! Sanitarium…” one patient begun to sing.

Indeed, he felt like the lead singer in that song. Time seemed to stand still, there were barely any windows, and he missed the sunshine and the open air. He missed being able to run. He missed his son, his friends. He wanted to get the hell out.

He felt like conversing with his roommate, who was sitting on his bed. “Hey, what are you doing?”

“Devising a way to get out of this hellhole.”

Sonic was bewildered to see that he was thinking what he was thinking. “Really? What’s your plan?”

Shadow gazed at him. “It won’t work. I need someone to distract the staff while I escape.”

“What about me? I want to get out of here too. We need to find a way to help us both escape.”

“And when the hell did I cared about you?” Shadow rose quickly.

“Well, I said we need to both get out of here. I hate it here, you hate it here…”

“Hey guys.” It was Silver, standing in the doorway.

“Hey Silver. What are you doing in our room?”

Silver shifted his eyes, while pulling his arm back to his shoulder. “Well, I thought about it you guys and…”

“Yeah?”

“I…hate it here too. I want to get out of here.”

“I thought you said you liked it here.”

“Well, I was lying. This medicine I’m taking and all is hindering my abilities.”

“You know, you don’t have to take it…”

“That’s how they keep you in here, Sonic!” Shadow growled. “They want you to take that medicine! They want you to be an obedient, drooling dog like one of the patients here!”

He knew whom he was referring to. Dan, a fox who sits there, drooling and sleeping most of the time. They were afraid of taking him off the medicine, due to being a schizophrenic. He was terrified of the medicine ever since, thinking he would be like him.

“Okay then, we have three people wanting to get out. Do you have any bright ideas?”

“This is going to be difficult. Those doors are tightly shut. The only way we can open them is if we have a key...”

“I got it!” Sonic snapped his fingers. “Shadow, you attract a lot of attention. Just do something as minor as kicking a door and you’ll get attention. Start a fight with the staff, and while they’re busy, I will snatch the keys. I’ll open the door, and we’ll run the hell out. Shadow, you’re strong. You could probably fend them off.”

“I wished it was you starting a fight. There’s a possibility that they’ll inject me again,” Shadow added.

“Shadow, if you don’t mind me asking,” Silver piped up. “But why do you want to get out so bad?”

Long pause. A bird flew across the window, then he spoke. “I don’t belong in here. Unlike you, Sonic, my admittance was really an accident.”

“I don’t belong in here either, and my admittance was an accident too!” Sonic shouted.

“Ha, yeah, you don’t belong in here because you’re suicidal.”

“Shadow,” Sonic stated. “I will admit that before I came in here, I did…sort of thought about it. Then I thought of my son, Miles.” Shadow was actually listening to him. He was astonished. “I thought, ‘you’re his father. You shouldn’t abandon your son, simply because…’”

“So you hurt yourself instead.”

“No, there was a…” He wasn’t sure if he could say it.

“At least you admitted that, Sonic,” Silver nodded.

“We’ll set our plan to action tomorrow. Sleep well, we have a big day tomorrow. We’re going to make our dreams a reality.”

“…So the reason why you’re here is because you’re…” Amy stopped, while she was sitting with Miles and the beast.

“Yeah, I’m actually a split part off of Sonic.”

“So, it’s sort of like multiple personalities, expect…the other personality is actually there…” Miles said.

“How is that possible? I’ve heard of multiple personalities, but not anything like this…”

“To tell you the truth, I really don’t know either. I just remembered Sonic being so burdened by these things that…bam. I came into existence.”

“But why are you doing these things? Hurting him and scratching him…”

“Excuse me!” the beast burst out. “He tried to kill me! And I’m so violent because HE WON’T LET ME OUT!” he roared vehemently, that Miles and Amy had to hold their ears.

“I’m his insanity! And it pisses me off that he denies me and doesn’t help me! Yeah, he feeds me every so often, but that’s because I threaten to eat him! But if I kill him, I won’t exist…”

“You almost killed him, though. Why?”

“Because…sometimes…sometimes…” he stuttered. He then grasped his head in his hands. “Because sometimes I want to die…” He began to cry.

Amy couldn’t help but feel sorry for the beast, even if he did try to kill Sonic. He felt even more sympathetic towards Sonic, who has to deal with this on a day to day basis. “But sometimes…uh…Mr. Beast, you need to realize that dying won’t solve all of your problems. Especially if you take my dad away from me and everyone else.” Miles tried to comfort the beast by handing him a tissue.

“It will,” he sniffed, as he blew his nose on it. “It will stop the bad dreams and the flashbacks…”

“Flashbacks?” Amy then realized what those drawings were of.

“Yes. Little do you know, Sonic and I have a very dark past…”

...Okay, actually, I'm posting another one because that one was short.

The nurse heard a door slamming in the distance. Over and over. She wasn’t surprised at all to see that it was Shadow kicking it.

“Excuse me, Shadow,” she said. “What has you upset this time?”

Shadow gave her a glare, then swung his fist at her.

She fell to the floor, a pair of keys dropping a few feet away from her. “Security!”

Sonic zoomed to the keys, picking them up and running away from the guards who were sent to the ward, hearing the nurse’s cry. “Hey, he’s got keys! Get him before he gets out!” the nurse screamed, pointing at him.

“Hurry Sonic!” he heard Silver say.

Sonic went to the door at the end of the hall, and fumbled with the keys. The guards were getting nearer. He tried to see which key fit into the lock. No, not that one…Damn it, not that one either! Fuck, the guards are almost here!

“Sonic! I can’t…” Shadow yelled, as the nurse got out yet a needle full of Ativan.

The last key. It had to work. The guards dashed to Sonic as he put the key in the lock, the door opening. Silver followed suit.

Shadow flung all the guards off of him, but it was too late for him. A nurse injected the Ativan while he was trying to fight the guards off. He ran to the door, at least wanting to feel the outside air. He fell, passed out, as his hands reached for the door.

Sonic knew the guards would never catch up to him. While they were too distracted chasing after him, Silver ran off into the distance, going near the streets. Silver was free.

A fence. Sonic scaled it almost as quickly as he could run, reaching the other side in a matter of seconds. He started to sprint again, the guards no longer pursuing him. They began to call the number 911. Shit, Sonic thought. They will get the police after me! I forgot!

He headed off to home. He at least wanted to see Miles again.

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Nice...But i don't know how many other people here like fanfics

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HOLD ON CRYSTAL!!! Hell I'm still on chapter 8...

[Streak the Blue Racer]

Alright then, I'll postpone submitting chapters for a bit.

It's also on my FF.Net page, so if you want to save me some time, you can just read that there instead...

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Alright then.

[Streak the Blue Racer]

I am finally done updating this story.

Yay.