[Streak the Blue Racer]

Eh, it's short. I planned on making another chapter later, but I'm not sure where I'm going with this.

Footsteps. I can hear them coming close. A flurry of maddening thoughts repeat in my head and scatter all around. A person is coming. Coming to kill you. You better hide or it'll be the last of you. It's just another day, walking along the streets. I start to feel a lot of weight pushing against my chest. It's getting harder to breathe. My pulse speeds up. Is someone really after me? I look behind me. There is, of course, nothing. No one following me. I wonder, however, if that person is hiding. Knowing that I'm onto them. I thought they were a lot like ninjas. Using the shadows to their advantage. These people who are after me are the shadows. Every time I see one of them they are completely clouded in darkness. So I cannot see them. What they are and where they are from no one really knows for sure. I'm not going to formulate any theories about them; the important thing is that they are after me.

Suddenly, I see a little girl walking with what seems to be her friend. A child. Even though they are young, they still can kill. I start to quicken my pace, silently hoping that the girl would go away.

When I think I lost her, she continues to follow me, laughing. She can't be laughing because she is having fun. She is laughing because here, she is getting her revenge. I imagine her with a knife, plunging it into my back. I know she is after me, but I need to retain my sanity. No one shall know. I quicken my pace a little bit more, but she is still on my tail.

They are talking. Talking about me. Calling me stupid. Saying, "be careful, she's crazy." I know that I am an outcast. I know that everyone around the neighborhood knows about me, laughing when I leave their sight. "Just a pathetic creature" they all say. "She is very low in intelligence, none too bright. Poor thing." I am not a creature of this world. I am a machine. My heart pumps electrical currents throughout my wires. My bones are really metal. When I am pressured, I am capable of amazing strength. I also do not relate to humans. Who made me, no one knows. I secretly died a long time ago and was made into this, but the people (or things) who made me are very hush hush about it.

I am a malfunctioning machine, however. My mind, if you can call it, is infected with a virus. It makes me mistrusting of others. I am also what people would call depressed and obsessed. I have developed depressed habits and obsessions. I felt abandoned, as my master left me with these malfunctions.

"Susan."

Ignore him.

"Susan, have you taken your medicine?"

The medicine. The shit that doesn't work. I am malfunctioning, much like a human, but that medicine doesn't work on me. However, much like me, the medicine have been made into machines. It's all a trick. They want me to take what really are sensors, ticking time bombs, and other such war things. I cannot take it, no. It will slowly kill me. Are they really impostors, trying to make me malfunction more?

I run back home, the girl and the other one staring at me. "We will kill you" they say with their eyes. I could only look at them back, sighing. I am safe for another day.

The moon wasn't out. I guess it wants to hide from everyone, making sure they don't become insane.

I don't need a moon to be mad.

[That Camaro Guy]

Are you a schizophrenic Streak?

[Kvitne]

I'll put this in the right section fer ya.

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Haven't actually read it yet (meaning that I will get to it!). I'm just posting for now to say: Why does this belong in Fan Fiction? After skimming over it and using the search function, it seems like this has nothing to do with Sonic. I could be wrong for thinking this, but it might not be related to any already existing universe outside of any of Sonic's as well.

Regardless of whether or not it is fan fiction, the Other Art forum says to place all non Sonic related work in there and seeing how this is not related to Sonic, the Fan Fiction Forum doesn't have a sub forum for original/non-Sonic related stories since most sonic fans lack creativity, and literature is considered as a form of art as well, I think she got it right the first time.

[Kvitne]

Okay fine I'm dumb happy now?