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Indie RP blog for Sonic the Hedgehog from the series of the same name. [Canon-Divergent|7+ Years Experience|OC and X-over Friendly|Mun is 18+] Please read rules before interacting. NO MOVIE SPOILERS PLEASE. Penned by Jennikku

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Danny screamed again, this time falling backwards as Sonic appeared in front of him. Somehow he really should have seen that coming. 

He scooted backwards a foot or two before getting to his feet and trying to put as much distance between him and this thing as possible. 

Ok…ok…calm down. You can’t think rationally when you’re panicking.

But how was he supposed to react when his brain was practically short circuiting over the realization that a supposed cryptid was actually real? And talking to him? “Uh…”

Danny’s eyes darted to Sonic’s hand, then back to making eye contact. “…y-you’re…real…”

Wow, that was…really eloquent there, Dan.

“‘Course I’m real!” Sonic fired back.

“Glad to see yer eyes n’ ears are workin’, slick!” he added, putting one hand on his hip and keeping his other extended.

“Like I said though, I ain’t out to hurt anybody, I’m just kinda droppin’ by to see what’s good in the neighborhood, y’know?”

...Well him last being seen in the 1990′s made sense, it sounded as if he’d never even left the 1990′s.

“You heard of me before?” Sonic asked, cracking a smile. “I was pretty popular ‘round these parts when I was a bit younger,” he said. “Although I will say, the only kinda devil I am, is handsome,” he added, his hand darting up and giving a brush across the top of his quilled head before returning to his side.

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And there it goes…

Danny looked down at his camera, scrolling through the pictures he had taken. Most of them, unsurprisingly, were unrecognizable blurry messes. But those last two…holy shit.

The only problem now was figuring out if what he saw was real or some kind of really elaborate prank. Sure, the evidence was right in front of him, but Danny still didn’t want to believe–

What the fuck was that?

Danny spun around and immediately froze, his camera dropping out of his hands. 

It was in his room…

IT WAS IN HIS ROOM.

AND IT WAS TALKING TO HIM.

This being far far too much for his brain to handle…yep. Danny screamed, backing himself violently against the window. Fight or flight instincts kicked in, and Danny bolted for the door.

Unfortunately, the Blue Devil had already made way for the door, and a sound similar to that of a buzzsaw kicking on revved through the air a moment as a blue streak speeds by, looking to have curved directly around Danny as it stops in front of the door.

“Hey, hey, now, calm down, I’m not gonna hurt’cha. I just wanna talk is all.” it explained. Whether or not Danny would believe that in the spur of the moment was unknown. He was asking to get punched on reflex, to be honest, but he could take it... probably.

The being starts rapping its fingers on the door, making a distinct tip-tapping sound as it does.

“Look, yes. I know. I’m not from around here and I look weird, I got it. But there’s no need to scream, I’m, really, not here to hurt anyone.” it said.

“Sooooo, an-y-way.”

“My name’s Sonic, pleased to meet ya!” it said, holding out it’s huge, cartoon glove-covered hand.

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Danny hesitated for a moment, taken a bit aback by this thing’s…almost human like behavior. At least in the sense that it fucking waved at him.

Wait. Fuck. Focus.

Danny raised the camera and took a few quick shots in succession, covering up the flash with his finger so that the light wouldn’t cause a glare through the window. Chances were that the pictures would probably turn out like shit, and he’d just be contributing to the blurry cryptid pictures that could literally be anything, but still. Maybe there was hope.

Man, he wished he had a home security system for himself. 

And in a flash, it was gone.

Unfortunately, the last few pictures were all eerily similar to the pictures of The Blue Devil he’d been provided, blue, quilly smears on a blurry background. But there was one, and there was two.

Two shots that captured him, near-perfectly. One was a little blurrier than the other, but captured him the moment he took off. The motion blurring was so strange, the way his feet moved showed they didn’t move normally, but curled into a figure-8 shape that was broader at the back.

And the other captured him the moment before, hopped up on one foot with a look of determination on his toonish face, thankfully, this one wasn’t blurry at all. And it was too impressive-looking to be faked, the way the light hit him, the way his body was bent, the way--

“Y’know, I appreciate being admired.” a teenager’s voice behind him suddenly said.

“But, dont’cha know it’s rude to take someone’s picture without their permission?”

...The Blue devil was sitting on his bed, reclining on it like it was his, bouncing his foot casually as he opened up his eyes and looked over at Danny.

“Oh I mean, Meow?”

It was pretty likely the human was gonna scream.

In 3, 2, 1......

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As Danny slowly came back to reality, he was finally processing what it was he was actually looking at, and he didn’t want to believe it. There was no fucking way that thing was what he thought it was. No. Nuh uh. Cryptids don’t exist. Especially blue rodent like cryptids that sound like something out of a video game or cartoon.

But even with Danny being the skeptic that he was, it was hard to argue against his own eyesight. None of the explanations he tried to come up with made any sense. A bird? No. Too big to be a bird. A prank pulled by some neighborhood kids? Possible, but not likely.

Danny slowly backed away from the window, doing his best to keep this so called Blue Devil in his line of sight. Once he felt his back hit his desk, he felt around for his camera and unplugged it from his computer, all while still watching out his window. With camera in hand, Danny inched forward, as though he was afraid that a sudden movement would scare the creature away. With any luck, he could get a picture, if only to convince himself that he wasn’t losing his mind right now.

It had it’s back turned as Danny as it walked about, occasionally zipping around.

However, as Danny got too close to the window, one of its cat-like ears gave a twitch, and the cartoonish entity turns as if it somehow managed to hear his footsteps or feel his presence.

It was looking at him now, the porchlight illuminating its visage in all of it’s blue, spiny glory, with a very human-like expression of curiosity on its face.

But then, as it sees Danny, it... smiles at him, and waves to him. Like he was just some neighbor of his, walking down the street.

Like it didn’t even know how out-of-place it was.

Then, the entity hops up onto one foot, and reels back, looking ready to take off.

Now or never.

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What Guardian Angel are you?

The Keeper of Life

You are the angel who is assigned to humans at birth and will only leave when they die. there is nothing quite like new life, is there? you are already hovering over them the second they open their eyes, and you swear to yourself that you will never, ever let that light go out for as long as they live. you help them take their first steps and make their first friend in kindergarten. you get promoted from the imaginary friend to voice inside their head when they enter their preteen years. you’re there for the long haul, for better or for worse: sometimes, it can get mundane, because not every story is exciting or eccentric. you are a champion at gritting through the nine-to-five, a seasoned expert in being able to read through tiredness and irritation. you memorize addresses and appointments, phone numbers and passwords. you cheer when they get their first apartment, and help pack up the boxes when they can’t make the rent and have to move somewhere cheaper. there is beauty in the ordinary and the everyday, in early, stress-induced grey hairs and cheap boxed wine and watching a pirated movie on a tiny screen. there always comes a time when you are able to leave, when they are stronger and wiser, but you never do. other guardians ask you what is so special about these sorry, boring humans that you always attach to. sometimes, you have a litany of reasons: they need me, they want me to stay, they remind me of someone i loved. other times, you have no other reasons except that they are yours and you are theirs. the simple truth is that you wish that you’d had someone like yourself, when you were alive; someone who found that you, earthly and alone, were enough of a reason to stay.

Tagged by Stolen From: @pushspacetocontinue

Tagging: Absolutely not. 

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This was supposed to be a night of relaxation. A night to not worry about his job and to not worry about murdering people. A night where he could just stay at home, watch his favorite horror movies, and not think about anything.

Too bad those plans were soon to be ruined.

“For fuck sake…” Danny mumbled, getting up to close his curtains.

He had just assumed it was his neighbors being assholes again, doing god knows what across the street. Boy was he wrong.

Danny stared at whatever the hell he was looking at, completely frozen as he struggled to process it. Giant floating ring…ok…something…coming out of the ring that looked like…uhhhh…something that might be found at a furry convention. 

Fuck, was he hallucinating from lack of sleep? Yeah. Sure. That was the only logical explanation for all of this. Except for the fact he had actually been getting some decent sleep lately. And decent by Danny’s standards is still probably not healthy but at least he was getting some.

Maybe he should just…close the curtain and leave.

No?

He’s just gonna stand there like an idiot staring at this thing?

Ok…

The toon-like entity paces around for a moment as if trying to get a feel for its surroundings- wait, how did it get over by the fence that quickly?

In almost the blink of an eye, the blue... thing, was at his fence- now it was gone. Oh wait, there it was, it was. If you watched it closely, you could see it zipping around, leaving behind a blue trail as it wooshed from place to place.

Wait a minute.

Bright blue? Quills?... One big eye? Fast as lightning?

That description, it perfectly matched the description of something incredibly obscure, but something Danny had disproven the existence of multiple times.

...That wasn’t just any weird mental anomaly.

That was the Blue Devil.

A fairly obscure cryptid that almost no one knew about, but when your line of work involved shit like tabloid-tier news, you heard about everything.

The Blue Devil hadn’t been seen since the early ‘90s in San Francisco, but, yet, here it was. In the flesh, contemplating his backyard like it was an art piece.

There was no doubt about it though. Something like this, if he could get pictures, video, or any kind of evidence of its existence, it would be huge. Cliche and stupid as it would be, live evidence of this thing would change, everything.

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It’s about 9:00 at night. The evening air is heavy and humid, and so far it’s been a relatively quiet evening. Or at least, it was quiet, until there was some kind of noise just outside Danny’s window. There was a heavy gust of wind and what sounded like roaring electricity followed by an odd, twinkling sound. Just outside was a giant, golden ring, spinning slowly as it hovered in place.

While that was odd in and of itself, there wasn’t much time to think about it. Because mere seconds after, the ring’s spinning kicks up, and the space in the center of the ring lit up, before ejecting, something, that exited with a bound and a bounce as it landed on its feet.

The ring makes that odd twinkling sound again, before shrinking in size rapidly, and the figure that exited the ring gives it a simple touch, as it turns into a series of glowing... embers that collect within its form. 

And as it steps forward, the porchlight illuminated its face, and Danny gets a glimpse of-

WHAT THE FRESH HELL?!

It was... it looked like... vaguely like Mickey Mouse, if Mickey Mouse was real that is. With it’s black, bulbous nose on a protruding, rodent-like snout, big, white cartoonish gloves and large... eye?.... Eyes? It had two pupils, but its eye was one unit... but unlike Mickey Mouse, it’s snout was much shorter, with short, triangular, almost cat-like ears. As it turns it’s head to look around, Danny can see it has quills, similar to a hedgehog, but it’s quills were almost... ‘styled’ into three, no wait, wait, six, spikes. On its feet, it wore a pair of red sneakers, with big cuffs at the ankles, similar to its gloves. Its shoes weren’t tied with laces, but with a white band that ran across the side and top of the shoe, clipped together with a buckle.

...And it was blue. Very blue

What was this thing? Was it an Alien? But, Aliens weren’t real!

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