I’ve come to make an announcement: Shadow the Hedgehog’s a bitch-ass motherfucker, he pissed on my fucking wife! That’s right, he took his hedgehog-fuckin’ quilly dick out and he pissed on my fucking wife, and he said his dick was “this big,” and I said “that’s disgusting,” so I’m making a callout post on my Twitter.com: Shadow the Hedgehog, you’ve got a small dick, It’s the size of this walnut except WAY smaller. And guess what? Here’s what my dong looks like! That’s right, baby, tall points, no quills, no pillows — look at that, it looks like two balls and a bong! He fucked my wife, so guess what, I’m gonna fuck the Earth! That’s right, this is what you get: my SUPER LASER PISS!! Except I’m not gonna piss on the Earth, I’m gonna go higher!! I’m pissing ON THE MOON! How do you like that, Obama?! I PISSED ON THE MOON, YOU IDIOT!! You have twenty-three hours before the piss drrrrroplllllllets hit the fucking Earth! Now get outta my fucking sight, before I piss on you too!
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Synosis:
Just go straight North.
It was simple enough of an instruction. Somehow, he managed to find himself lost in the middle of nowhere, regardless. Yet still, he was convinced it wasn't a fault of his, but the sky's.
The deep-purple, meteor-streaked sky's.
But how can something so unchanging be wrong?
Is it really just him?
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It was an unfamiliar place.
But was anything familiar, without any memory? It seemed that unfamiliar would just have to be his normal from now on.
That was, unless he miraculously recovered his lost past one of these days. To be honest, he wasn’t as pressed about as he probably should be.
However unfamiliar this world was, he’d still been enjoying it. Still been making progress with learning the ins-and-outs of it. It’d be familiar soon enough— or so he thought. He couldn’t be sure if anyone else felt so at ease about his amnesia.
He could, however, say that they knew he’d lapped the island several times, and by now knew most regular faces by name. That accounted for something.
…His problem now was that he hadn’t visited the docks at all. And he needed to be there tonight. The precocious little girl from the palace had invited him out to sea in her boat, to watch the meteor shower that was forecasted in “the best place to watch those things!”
He’d cursed himself for not having the foresight to really check the coast out beforehand. He had not a single clue where he was going. But he would be fine, he’d reasoned, if he started out just before the sun set. He was fast. He could surely find his way.
She was docked just due north from the castle, Marine had said, not far, really. He would be fine. No need to bother anyone for help.
Tracing his thought process from several hours ago, he could find a lot of things wrong with it. Most importantly, his misplaced confidence in himself. Why in the world did he run off the road? Really, he shouldn’t have run at all, because now he was abysmally late in a not-so-shortcut through not-so-small woods, when he could have walked down the normal, paved road that everyone else takes, and it would’ve led where he needed to be just on time.
The sun was long gone now, and the hidden new moon offered him no help in figuring out which direction he was heading in. It was far too late for regret at this point. He would’ve doubled back if he could be sure that it’d help, that he hadn’t been turning in circles this whole time. The horizon was nothing but trees here, and they all looked the same. Nothing was landmark enough for him to recognize where he’d walked already.
He let out a huff. No one to blame but himself, he supposed. Just keep walking. Surely the woods would give way to something if he kept going straight?
It was kind of creepy, if he were to be honest. Deep dark woods in the middle of the night wasn’t the nicest place to be. But there was something that assured him that this wasn’t the creepiest thing he’d ever seen. Somehow, it made him feel better to know that.
He wondered if he’d ever felt so lost. He wondered if he’d ever been so lost.
The uneasiness he felt was probably an answer enough.
He supposed that he couldn’t be sure, but he felt inclined to trust his gut. Although, maybe he shouldn’t, given that it had told him that running off the road in the dark was perfectly reasonable.
He just thought… Just due north. North should have been easy to find.
A fern of some sort brushed his leg and he twitched. Sighing, he paused to shake out the itch. Wasn’t this annoying?
North should have been easy to find. He wasn’t sure what told him that, but it seemed right.
He hopped over the fern and the tree roots it hid. He didn’t feel like walking anymore.
He’d felt so sure…
Maybe he’d seen something. Something he couldn’t remember, but could understand past the fog in his brain. Maybe he just needed to see it again, trigger the memory and figure out what went wrong from there.
He’d need to crawl his way out of this tree cover first, though.
…It wasn’t much, but it was more of a heading than he had before, so he gladly took it and ran.
It occurred to him that he could probably have just ran up a tree with his kind of speed. It only occurred to him once he skidded to a stop in a small clearing, though, and he wasn’t about to waste the work he put into finally making it out of the labyrinth.
He sighed with a mixture of relief and exhaustion. It wasn’t a way out by any means, but it was a sight for sore, seeing-just-trees-for-hours eyes.
Though technically, this was also a tree. It looked to have been struck by lightning at some point, a giant crack tearing down the middle of the trunk. One half of the split had fallen away, revealing blackened insides and offering the perfect ramp up to what was left still standing.
So he took its offer and climbed, nimble in a way that he’d inherited from his mysterious past, and careful to avoid touching the scarred sections of wood, for fear of getting a splinter to add to his already abysmal experience.
Or to put it simply, it took no more than a bit of his speed and some care to get himself settled in the branches of this fallen warrior.
What was he here for, again?
He leaned back, snug against a large bough. The rough bark pressed into his back, grounding him. Emerald eyes drift up out of forgotten habit.
Ah. Right. He was looking for something. Something up there.
…In hindsight, it seemed a little dumb to think that seeing the sky would help him out of this mess. He was just craning his neck and trying to look something that didn’t have eyes, in the eyes, as if he could somehow twist the answers out of it.
He didn’t know what he was asking in the first place. He didn’t know why he still stared up anyway.
It was a pretty view, at the very least.
The meteor shower would start soon— if his sense of time hasn't also been screwed over, that is. He decided to give himself the benefit of the doubt and say he was right on this one.
So much for stargazing at sea. He didn’t harbor much hope of making it out of these woods until the sun rose… poor Marine, he’s left her hanging. Hopefully upon his non-arrival, she’d go enjoy the event by herself. He wouldn’t want to ruin the night for her with his own poor choices.
He puffed out a short sigh. No use in thinking about that, really; it’s not like he could change things from where he stood… sat. At least this wasn’t a half-bad spot to watch it himself. He put his foot against the broken trunk and dropped his head onto some branches. He felt bits snap from the weight— no doubt he’d find twigs lodged in his quills later. But for now, it was comfortable, so he didn’t bother to move.
The night was at its darkest now, and the stars at their brightest. The sky was… strangely purple. Has it always been tinted purple?
That didn’t feel right, now that he thought about it. But… he pursed his lips and tried to recall the nights he’s spent here already. He couldn’t remember the color of the sky. It must’ve been purple, too, because it wasn’t like that could change, right?
Unless something happened…?
No. Not possible. Surely he would have noticed.
He breathed in deep, shutting his eyes and urging himself to relax. No need to get worked up over the color of the sky. There was nothing wrong with purple. He just didn’t know why he thought it’d be… blue?
Blue. That’s right, blue. He went very still. A new memory. He hasn’t had more than blurry ones from dreams, but right now… a clear shade of blue. A very deep blue. Almost black in places. Lighter at the horizon. Speckled with stars.
He stared so hard at the backs of his eyelids that it hurt. The ambient noise crunched to a static buzz as he committed the image to memory, and he hummed lowly with it.
When he finally let the real world back in, the purple sky looked even more wrong, somehow.
A streak of white cut across it then, so fast he might’ve missed it if he blinked, a faint imprint on his mind the only evidence it ever existed. The meteor shower was starting, then. He pushed all else gently aside, for a moment, and shifted where he sat, again, stretching out and folding his hands over his chest. He turned his head slightly, just in time to see another streak get swallowed by the silhouette of trees.
He wondered if it’d land. If it’d make a crater as he had. He’d come the same way they were, hadn’t he? Down like a shooting star, in fire and in light. One of few things he remembered about himself.
Had he been from up there, then? Somewhere else? Where the night sky was blue and told him where North was?
Would he ever know again?
A meteor passed right overhead. He reached up, closing his fingers around where the light had been, as if to grasp it. There was a tingling feeling in his chest where his hand left, the same he felt in his dreams.
The sea, the sky, golden fire, and a sense of falling. Deep blue, soft lights, stifled wind, and a shining North.
Beyond that, bits and pieces, slipping through his fingers like sand, yet clinging to his fur in inconvenient places like an irritating film he couldn’t be rid of. And beyond even that, a void, just the feeling that something should be there.
Like North.
A meteor fell past his hand. He idly traced its path with his thumb. The trees rustled where it landed past the horizon.
He blinked. Belatedly, he startled and propped himself up on his elbows, shaking the bits of branches stuck in his quills free. Before he could make the decision to investigate whatever it was, it came to investigate him.
The Princess and her personal guard stepped into the clearing, the latter wielding a flashlight. It took them a moment to look up and see him laying in the scarred tree.
“Sonic,” Blaze called. There was relief in her voice and on her face. They’d been looking for him, then? She’d never stopped mistaking him for her paragon of a friend…
He didn’t feel like correcting her, so instead waved nonchalantly. “Your Highness. What brings you here at this fine hour?”
The awkwardness radiating from the two-man search party was about as potent as his previous frustration. “...Marine said she was expecting you,” Blaze answered after a moment, brushing herself off and walking up to the trunk of the tree. “Why are you here?”
He tore his eyes away from her. They met the sky again. “I got lost,” he shrugged. The princess made a small noise. “...Apologies for the trouble,” he amended.
Blaze sighed. The woods seemed to laugh as a breeze blew past.
Gardon cleared his throat a moment after, from a little ways away, apparently having not moved from where Blaze left him. “Princess, Son— Mr. Needlemouse. Should we start back?”
There was a silence that he could only imagine was because of the princess gesturing something in response. He didn’t look to confirm. Let the purple night take his attention instead. He almost missed when another meteor fell in the corner of his vision.
They were picking up pace now. It was quite captivating. He wondered how it’d look without the woods bleeding into his vision.
“Mr. Needlemouse?”
He hummed in acknowledgement. Blaze continued. “Marine’s still waiting on you if you’re up for it.”
“That sounds good to me.” He swung his legs off the branch, and jumped down in the second breath.
Blaze gave him a firm nod as he landed perfectly to her right. “Gardon, head back to the palace. I’ll take our friend here to the docks.”
“Wait, Princess,” he piped, at the same time as Gardon. The koala fell quiet again, so he took the opening to continue. “I… It isn’t necessary for you to lead me there, I just need directions.”
The princess looked at him with an unreadable expression. He was suddenly acutely aware of what he’d just said. “Well, yes, I got lost the first time, but… I…” he trailed off. Then, quietly, “I just couldn’t find North.”
“It’s no problem, I’ll go with you. I need to give Marine a talking-to, anyway.” Blaze adjusted her cuffs and turned to her guard. “Gardon?”
The koala sagged a little, but offered a smile nonetheless. “Nothing, Princess. Stay safe.”
“You as well,” she nodded.
For a moment, they just stood and watched him go, until the light of his flashlight was eaten by the trees, so similar to the meteors that made it far enough to touch the reaching horizon. Then, Blaze turned the other way. With the regality of the royalty she was, she made her way through the tangle of roots that lead back into the deeper woods.
It was such a contrast to Gardon, who was careful, a little meek, he thought, smiling lopsidedly at that. One would think Blaze the guard rather than Gardon, if only based on the way they carried themselves.
He almost missed when Blaze beckoned him to follow.
He wondered how he looked, as he hurried after her. Was it anything like the way he was before? Surely he’d been more confident then, if he could walk into the deep, dark middle-of-nowhere without a doubt or second thought.
Had he been more regal? Probably not, given that he snagged on a root right then and nearly fell on his face, just managing to recover with a close stumble. Besides, he doubted he’d ever act reserved. It felt wrong.
He snagged on the eyes of the princess as he brushed himself off. He immediately pulled his gaze higher, up to the patches of sky between the treetops, acting as collected as he could manage.
A meteor passed high overhead, its light scattered by the lower shadows blocking his view. It dropped in the direction they were walking in, like guiding flares.
He wondered if North was like that. If it moved, or if it was fixed securely in the sky. Although, if it moved, it couldn’t be North for everyone, so he supposed it was most likely stable.
He couldn’t really be sure though, could he, without his memories?
Another meteor flew by, in a streak almost perfectly unobstructed. He smiled briefly, a small thing of inexplicable happiness. He was somewhat aware when golden eyes glanced backward at him.
There was someone who might know here, he realized with a start. Before he could think twice, he took his head out of the clouds and closed the gap between him and Blaze in two quick strides.
It was there that he paused, and second-guessed himself. He wasn’t sure what to say, exactly. He didn’t know what he wanted to know. He didn’t know what the feeling in his gut was asking for. The princess was curious now, though, so he had to say something.
“...Your Highness, did something happen to the sky?” he asked, in far softer a voice than he intended. It was about as good a start as he’d get.
Blaze, to her credit, considered his question with a degree of seriousness. The perplexed look that settled on her face as she tried to decipher what he meant, however, was a pretty good indication of her answer. “No. Not other than you falling from it. Or… are you referring to the meteor shower?”
He shook his head. “I know what the meteor shower is. I just… it’s different, isn’t it? It’s different. Everything about it’s different.”
“Ah.” He looked up at Blaze, who wore an expression of understanding. “You come from elsewhere. You’re used to seeing a different sky. I suppose you remember some of it, so you’d feel disoriented.”
He looked down. “...it’s more than that,” he muttered, not loud enough for her to make out his words. He wasn’t sure why he felt that way. Her explanation made sense, especially with the pieces he did have. But he suddenly felt so sure that it was more than that. That there was a degree of wrongness here.
Maybe she was right. Maybe he was just adjusting. What did he know? He’d fallen from the sky, after all. It’d spat him out and left him here to ponder impossibilities, like the idea that the whole world could be wrong and he could be right just based on his fragments of a life.
Perhaps the him that remembered was just irritated that he’d been abandoned, he huffede in amusement. He looked over to Blaze, who was studying him intently, and realized he’d just zoned out after asking her the question.
“Yeah,” he replied for the sake of it, “likely so.” To lighten up the mood, he stepped in front and twirled around, walking backward and facing her. It also allowed him to see the meteor shower more clearly overhead, now growing with new lights by the minute.
Blaze looked up too, smiling at both him and the sky. “We should hurry before the shower reaches its peak. The docks should be just up ahead.”
He raised his brows at that, narrowly avoiding tripping over a stray rock as he turned back around, stilling. Now that she’d mentioned it, he could hear the water faintly in the distance. Finally.
“Permission to go, Your Highness?” he asked, both cheeky and genuine. He didn’t want to run off without telling her first, not after he’d already done that earlier and ended up lost.
She didn’t deny him, so he bowed with a flourish and sped off, following the sound of the ocean, following the trails of light overhead.
He wondered, if he ran fast enough, if he could see one land, or catch it in his hands.
With his eyes on the sky, it was a miracle that he didn’t trip on anything else before reaching the pier. He came back down to Earth once Marine noticed him and yelled. “Oi, Mr. Needlemouse!”
She waved enthusiastically, standing right by where her little boat was moored. He smiled and waved back at her, slowing his step. “Hello, Marine. Sorry for holding you so long.”
“Eh. Didja really get lost?” Her blue eyes reflected the bands of meteors raining from the sky. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly at that. Marine was unimpressed. “I told ya to go north, didn’t I?”
“That’s your first problem,” the princess called, having caught up. She stepped onto the pier, her heels thudding against the wood. “Marine.” Blaze put her hand on the girl’s shoulder.
“Aw, c’mon, Blaze,” Marine sagged. It was her turn to look sheepish, now.
He turned away from the two before the scolding started, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. It was also to hide his amusement, which he felt might be rude to show to Marine.
His steps were quiet as he walked down the length of the pier. Little bits of the exchange drifted by him, more fragmented the farther he went.
“...expect him to just know where north is?”
“I thought he’d follow…”
“And why…”
“...”
He ran out of pier to walk down. The two behind him hushed, anyway, now discussing something he didn’t bother to eavesdrop on.
The water was almost still when he leaned over to look into it. His reflection looked up at him, the smallest ripples breaking the mirror apart.
It was strange to see himself. He realized he hadn’t for the whole time he’d been here. His face… there was an uncanniness to it, despite the knowledge that it was himself.
He peered past his reflection to the reflection of the stars. The meteor shower. The distortion in the waves was almost too strong for them to hold shape in the water, but they made do. It was charming, really, what the depths brought out in the heights.
“Mr. Needlemouse!” He looked up to see Marine with her hands cupped over her mouth, and tilted his head in question. “C’mon,” she answered with slightly less lung power, “we’re settin’ sail!”
Right. He gave her a mock salute in acknowledgement, the movement natural despite him not remembering ever having made it before. A habit from the past, he supposed.
The meteors almost felt like they were falling toward him, as he walked back, but they always dissipated or flew past. He wondered, if they sailed far enough, or flew high enough, if they could find where they landed.
And, maybe, he’d find the rest of him landed there, too.
The Studio that did Dark Beginnings is Flying Bark! They did the first four seasons of Lego Monkie Kid and both seasons of Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. However, Dark beginnings is actually 3D animation, they’ve just done a lot of really cool node work (filters but for a certain phase of 3D animation production) to give it a 2D feel! Same thing happened with the across worlds opening.
Chapters: 2/6
Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types, Sonic the Hedgehog (Archie Comics)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Gold the Tenrec & Silver the Hedgehog, Blaze the Cat & Gold the Tenrec, Blaze the Cat & Silver the Hedgehog, Gold the Tenrec & Miles “Tails” Prower, Background Amy Rose/Sonic the Hedgehog
Characters: Silver the Hedgehog, Gold the Tenrec, Miles “Tails” Prower, Blaze the Cat, Original Sonic the Hedgehog Characters, Shadow the Hedgehog
Additional Tags: Time Travel, Silver the Hedgehog-centric, Gold the Tenrec-centric, Sibling Bonding, Sibling Love, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Time Stones (Sonic the Hedgehog), Bittersweet Ending, we’re talking about silver it’s actually kind of hopeful?, Goodbyes, Silver has a bio family, Gold and Silver are bio siblings, Family Bonding, Wedding Fluff, letting go, Future Character Death, Past Character Death, future if we’re in the past and past if we’re in the future because we’re talking about time travel here, Sonic Big Bang 2025
Summary:
Silver has restored the timeline once again, now returning to the future to find out it has changed significantly since the last time he was there.
With a family he has zero knowledge of, Silver finds the past the more comfortable option between the two, but when his sister Gold the Tenrec accidentally tags along, he will have to weigh these two lives and make a decision that will define his own future.
sometimes your distress does indicate you should stop and respect your limitations. at other times it's more of a baby aquatic mammal being introduced to water for the first time thing. Too bad the difference is so hard to tell.
Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen
Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from tricks/jumpscares/etc on halloween but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen
Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from tricks/jumpscares/etc on halloween but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen
The best part is that they were inspired by a diary entry from 1775, written by a 12 year old tailor’s apprentice who had been left unsupervised all day and decided to make a suit for a cat. Here’s a link to the blog post about it, but I’ll just paste the whole diary entry here:
“I had been at work about two months when Christmas came on – and here I must relate a little anecdote. The principal [the tailor] and his lady were invited to a party among their friends…while it devolved on me to stay at home and keep house. There was nothing left me in charge to do, only to take care of the house. There was a large cat that generally lay about the fire. In order to try my mechanical powers, I concluded to make a suit of clothing for puss, and for my purpose gathered some scraps of cloth that lay about the shop-board, and went to work as hard as I could. Late in the evening I got my suit of clothes finished; I caught the cat, put on the whole suit – coat, vest, and small-clothes [breeches] – buttoned all on tight, and set down my cat to inspect the fit.
“Unfortunately for me there was a hole through the floor close to the fireplace, just large enough for the cat to pass down; after making some efforts to get rid of the clothes, and failing, pussy descended through the hole and disappeared; the floor was tight and the house underpinned with brick, so there was no chance of pursuit. I consoled myself with a hope that the cat would extricate itself from its incumbrance, but not so; night came and I had made on a good fire and seated myself for some two or three hours after dark, when who should make their appearance but my master and mistress and two young men, all in good humor, with two or three bottles of rum. After all were seated around the fire, who should appear amongst us but the cat in his uniform. I was struck speechless, the secret was out and had no chance of concealing; the cat was caught, the whole work inspected and the question asked, is this your day’s work? I was obliged to answer in the affirmative; I would then have been willing to take a good whipping, and let it stop there, but no, to complete my mortification the clothes were carefully taken off the cat and hung up in the shop for the inspection of all customers that came in.”
I’ve come to make an announcement: Shadow the Hedgehog’s a bitch-ass motherfucker, he pissed on my fucking wife! That’s right, he took his hedgehog-fuckin’ quilly dick out and he pissed on my fucking wife, and he said his dick was “this big,” and I said “that’s disgusting,” so I’m making a callout post on my Twitter.com: Shadow the Hedgehog, you’ve got a small dick, It’s the size of this walnut except WAY smaller. And guess what? Here’s what my dong looks like! That’s right, baby, tall points, no quills, no pillows — look at that, it looks like two balls and a bong! He fucked my wife, so guess what, I’m gonna fuck the Earth! That’s right, this is what you get: my SUPER LASER PISS!! Except I’m not gonna piss on the Earth, I’m gonna go higher!! I’m pissing ON THE MOON! How do you like that, Obama?! I PISSED ON THE MOON, YOU IDIOT!! You have twenty-three hours before the piss drrrrroplllllllets hit the fucking Earth! Now get outta my fucking sight, before I piss on you too!
