It looked different than Silver had described. In the little ways, of course. The sign still said New Soleanna: Residential District in big, bold letters. It hung loosely to one side, barely clinging to the bolts. Large buildings littered in pipes that coughed out black smoke. Torn drapes, empty scraps of metal rolling down sidewalks. Bleak and grimy he’d describe it as, when Silver had mentioned bright skies and bustling lights. The only seemingly advanced technology Sonic could see was beyond the horizon, on the other side of the city. A blue light faded in the distance, humming against the night air.
He was in some kind of alleyway. A blessing in disguise, since no one seemed to notice the large flash of light. After he’d taken in a good look of his surroundings, he lifted an arm to shove the gem into the mess of his quills, then made steps towards what appeared to lead towards the main street.
& they were so silent. A few people scattered about, but once again, nothing like he had expected. He gave it the benefit of the doubt from the back of his mind; it was nighttime. Maybe everyone was getting ready to go to bed. That seemed reasonable enough, but made his job much harder. Sonic only had an inkling of what he was looking for. An apartment? A room, more like. He’d mentioned a large building, with a nice view of the entire city thanks to it’s location.
He’d start there. A quick tug of his shawl and scuff of his heels before he started his jog through the streets. Known for stubbornness, he figured he would be able to find it on his own with a bit of luck. Maybe a hop skip and a jump through some more alleyways would do the trick, but a half an hour in and he had begun to see otherwise. Forty-five minutes had him pursing his lips, and an hour in, he’d finally cracked and hesitantly approached the friendliest [which wasn’t saying much] face he could find on the streets, considering how late it was.
The name rolling off of his tongue had been like a sour taste. The wolf scowled. It wasn’t until after much inquiry and apparent distaste for the white hued hedgehog that Sonic was given some vague direction. He hadn’t the time to ask why the mention of Silver left him in such terrible spirits.
It could’ve been a skyscraper. In nothing but moonlight, the building looked like it could quite literally touch the sky. It was tall and quite large, covered in broken windows and crumbled siding. Finding his way in hadn’t been too hard thanks to the debris, as it was more stumbling his way through various cobwebs & nudging boards aside to find Silver’s room. At this point, he was nothing but boggled. Yet again, Silver had described this place to be quite homey. Anything but falling apart– it felt like no one lived here. The very fact that he had to elbow his way through everything spoke volumes.
Eyes fell upon a stained plaque. Squinted at a familiar number. The tip of his shoe was wedged in between the door, since it hadn’t been closed all the way, and once it opened he was greeted by dust. He coughed into red fabric, one eye closing shut.
“Yeesh…’N’ I thought my room was a mess.” He kept his footing careful as he made his way into the room. The emerald soon removed from the safety of his quills, so he could have some kind of light source. The place was trashed. Boxes, wood. Shattered glass.
Ears perked. “…Silver?” As the name tumbled out, he felt as if it had been useless to utter it the second he did.
Years of dormancy left cobwebs to grow over the legacy the young hedgehog left behind. He hadn’t put his room away like this, but It did him a favor. No one knew his room number, no one living anyway. This room could have belonged to anyone.
Sonic should have seen it when Silver lived here. Books on bookshelves, house plants in every corner, an aroma of pleasing scents and an array of projects sprawled out on his desk waiting to be created. When Silver left, this area of the city was the first place he attacked.
As Sonic stepped inside, dust parted at their heels. Trash laid about the dark room. The large window that Silver so fondly flew in and out of when he was younger was broken, glass strewn on the floor beneath it. A mattress leaned on the wall, a pile of blankets in a broken box, a trash bag full of clothes; all of this meant something to someone. Enough that they packed it away for him as good as they could.
Amidst the wreckage laid a device. It was the size of a tablet with a beacon on top. An idle red light slowly blinked on top of it. The device was in the middle of the floor with protected wires strewn from it going up the walls.
An electronic noise similar to a computer waking up from hibernation was heard throughout the room. The red light stayed consistent until it turned green. A ray of light from the center of it shot upwards then a digital three-dimensional image slowly formed. Lights from each corner of the room aided in it’s manifestation. The light turned blue when a hologram of Silver appeared.
And he stared. As if he was standing right there. However this may be the Silver Sonic was looking for, this wasn’t the one that was living. A snapshot of the young psychic in all forms placed inside a computer. It took a moment for the AI to update and recover all the information stored inside. When he did, there was a movement similar to shock, and the hologram stepped back off the platform.
The voice was gentle but electronic. It came from within the beacon. Silver looked the same, sounded the same as if he’d only left Sonic’s timeline a day ago. His although colorless, one could tell he was the same as he always had been. The glow of his translucent figure lit up the room, making the signs of abandonment more obvious.
“ Y-You’re here. I never thought I’d see you again. By Solaris why
are you here? ”
It was the sudden crack of his voice he got suddenly emotional. As if the end of the world suddenly dawned on him.
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