Sonic Warfare

A story about the fastest...

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Sonic Warfare Chapter 3

“Tails, ya see this?” Trump asks Tails as he lifts the scuffed up gray-green uniform hat from his lap to camera,

 “Whoa! Where'd you get that SS hat?”.

 “Always had it” Trump vaguely explains knowing he flew to Germany one time and plainly took it from one of the historic sights. “What would ya think if this-” Trump drops the hat, “never happened?”

“Not catching your drift, Mr. President. What are you saying?” Tails asks rather plainly, for in his mind the president will ask for a rashly requested mission that would be impossible to follow. What did he want him to do, look for modern day Hitler in Argentina? Make more conspiracies with the crazy theorists out there? Tails wasn’t typically the kid interested in that stuff.

“What I mean is that we can send Sonic back in time with a feat of incredible speed to send Hitler to hell-”

“Whoa there, though I'd love to show that man what for but there are two things that I'm not sure about: Sonic is fast but he's not that fast-” Trump trumps Tails’ problem with his idea:

“Under normal circumstances, yes, but watch this-” The richest man to show up on a McDonald's commercial reveals the emerald he had fished to the holographic projection of Tails. “Whoa!” exclaims the furry tech genius who was normally tough to impress. “You have a chaos emerald!”

“Thanks for stating the obvious, numbnut,” Sonic thought. Besides being butthurt for his lack of knowledge that his sidekick has, he was feeling particularly uneasy, for the thought of killing another soul clung to him and every aspect of his life, he didn't want voices around him, forever subjecting him to the anguish brought by the act of murder. Why become responsible for something you weren’t in control of? And changing the past...couldn’t that hurt the present in some Butterfly Effect? It made Sonic worry, stuffed in his thoughts. 

“You mind if I let you two talk while I stretch my legs around the room?”

“Not at all, big blue dude. Feel free to go where ever you please. You’re going to change the world of tomorrow, after all. That’s pretty yuge if I say so myself,” Trump validated, then turned back to the hologram of his friend. “Here’s what I’m thinking…”

Sonic walks out of the room and steps back into the one with Eggman.

“What, did Trump send you here?” The doctor inquires, irritated.

“No. I don’t know what or who this Hitler dude is. And I don’t want to kill anyone.” Sonic said, holding one of his legs in a calf stretch.

“Well, that’s completely normal to not want to kill anyone, but you’ll get used to- wait. You don’t know who Adolf Hitler was?” Dr. Eggman scoffed. “Really?” 

One of the guards scolded him. “Quiet, Doctor.”

“I’m handcuffed to this chair. What am I going to do, give him a black-eye with a loogey?” 

The guard shrugged. “I normally just protect the president’s ego. I’m not prepared to handle anthropomorphic hedgehogs that talk and a egg-hybrid professor. Talk if you must.”

Sonic swapped legs. “Who is the guy?”

Eggman gave him the whole spill on the man. How the Austrian was rejected from art-school, How he felt the treatment of Germany was awful after the first World War, his life as a spy of sorts, the Beer Hall Putsch, his rise as chancellor and the overall rise of Nazism, his role in World War Two, The Final Solution, and his suicide. As each shocking fact of the tyrant came out of the doctor’s mouth Sonic slowly stopped stretching and started to sweat nervously. This was the man he was supposed to kill? A man who killed millions. A man who hated his own human race because of a lust for power fueled by his resentment of his known world. This spiel would reinforce the list of reasons to finish the man. However, this image only made the hero grow nauseous thinking about slaying somebody this powerful, let alone the fact he didn’t enjoy the idea of killing at all. 

“And his elite forces were lead by a failed chicken farmer” The doctor concludes.

“Geez. This is heavy stuff, heh” The blue hero chuckles lightly.

“Yes it is. Yet, Nobody should tamper with history however. It teaches us what to prevent. Of course, preventing the deaths of many innocent would be great, but at what cost?”

“Nemesis to Nemesis, that was deep, Eggman.” Sonic said, sitting of the ground with his legs extended head down, silent. 

“Sonic, Trump has asked for you to return to the conversation,” the Big fan guard called. Sonic stood up and walked into the room.

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I’MMMM BAAAACK

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Sonic Warfare Chapter 2

He looked...so much meatier in real life. His features were more leathery, and he had a turkey neck. Eggman stirred up from his small forced slumber, saw the president, and screamed.

“Finally! I’m rescued! I have been trying to do research in my lab when this blue punk tried to vandalize my work! Look at all this terror and destruction he’s done to the ice caps… oh the humanity!

Imagine what horrible changes the climate will go through due to this.”

“I don’t believe in Global Warming. The snow will refreeze as time goes I imagine. Fires die out within time.” The president winked at the hedgehog. “ Global warming? I say global winning!”

While the president stood next to the Sonic, Eggman was being handcuffed by his agents.

“It’s cold here, big guy!” Papi Trump exclaims, “How ‘bout you take a seat in my luxury helicopter, it’s pretty yuuuge”.

Sonic would have protested and questioned the faux-tanned man, but he felt as if he needed to go with him. Most of the time when the president got in touch with him, it was due to a dire crisis that only the hedgehog and his comrades could fix.

However, Donald Trump was a fairly new president. What would he see as trouble to his Americans, or to mankind?

The hedgehog steps into the dually propelled machine that is the size of a large house with wide wings. The guards follow the president in with the doctor. ¨Have a seat, big guy” Trump insists. Sonic seats himself on a couch softer than Eggman’s mustache, partially sinking into the cushion, and faces the president who seats himself facing Sonic back.

¨We have a yuuuge problem  concerning-”

“The fate of America? The fate of humanity? ” Sonic interrupts in anticipation of a big mission.

Oh, the adventures the American presidents had for him! He could only imagine what new challenge could face him-

“Far worse, I want you to save yesterday’s world if you’re catching my drift,” the orange master replied.

What could he mean by that? Was there something new that needed to be hidden, like an embarrassing media story? Sonic wasn’t someone to sit and fix things like that-it took to long and he would rather do something more practical.

“I’m sorry, what ARE you saying?” Sonic questioned.

“Is this familiar to you at all?” The thick man bends to his side and takes out a grayish green cap with a metallic eagle pin perched on mid center. Below the eagle lay a skull with cross bones with the dulled black letters “SS” on the side inscribed as sharply as lightning bolts. Immediately Sonic recognized the hat.

It looked so familiar to the dusty hat Tails and him found on the beach shore a few years prior. It had been placed in a tool-box in the workshop of the Torpedo-2.

“Seems to be some sort of old electricians hat...” Sonic observes.

“That's not it, you dunce!” Eggman interjects. “It's the official uniform helmet of the schutzstaffel of the the ol’ third Reich, you idiot!”

“I don't know what the hell he's talking about.” Replies el presidente, watching the doors shut behind the doctor, and then looking back to the headwear. “This is a hat that the Nazis wore, ya know, Hitler?”.

“Oh, okay.” Sonic responded with confusion.

He didn't know who or what this Hitler guy was but he sounded important, he could always Google him later.

“So what about him? Isn't he dead or something?” Sonic said as a wild guess. “Yes he is but he's also not. . .” Trump replies sadly. “Ya see. People keep comparing me to the Nazis, and I don't like it, I don't like it” He nods as his turkey neck swings from side to side. He squinted his eyes in thought. “Don't like it. Uhh-uh.”

Sonic rocked his legs back and forth on the seat. “That kinda sucks, but to be honest, egghead and I have some important matters to deal with,” he says with a frown thinking of his anger towards the mad doctor. “I’m kind of occupied saving the present. Ya know? It’s kinda my thing?”

“Whatever you can dish out, I am up for it” Sonic reprises with confidence as he pointed to himself.

“You gotta go back in time to take him down. Take him away from the world before he even makes his rise and before people have something to compare me to- uh I mean before he does something the world will mourn to see” Trump states. “How do you expect me to go back in time?” Sonic questions. “You're gonna run back in time” Trump confidently asserts to Sonic.

 “Well, I am fast, but sorry to break it to you, Mr President, but I am not that fast. Ya see, I need a little something to go as fast as we'd like.” Sonic turns his head down a little bit after humbling himself.

“Oh, don’t worry, I have that little something” the orange man reassured. To his left there was a man in black standing vigilantly, his sunglasses giving any onlooker no signs of weakness or emotions to it. Trump looked to him, he looked back plainly as Trump nods his head with a smile; the same smile made when a child is ready to show his friend the coolest thing they have ever seen, bright and impatient.

The man in black taps on the wall that has a pad full of numbers, digit after digit the light to the side goes from green to red. Rrrrrr. The wall safe unlocked, the agent getting his gloves ready. Then, with a careful yet swift motion, the man held to a shining amber emerald. Sonic’s eyes went wide as the guard walked over to Trump, who was also prepping gloves.

“Someone was fishing in the Great Lakes and found this thing. Is that incredible or what?” Trump said, polishing the gem that compared in color to his toupee. “Hey, weren’t you a fan of the guy, Pablo? Show the fast guy the picture we took,” Trump turned to Sonic and then added, “Trust me, you gotta see this guy. Nicest guy I ever met. Great at fishing too.”

The guard, Pablo, showed Sonic a photo on his iPhone. It was a sunny day, and there sat Pablo with thinner clothing, Trump, and Big the Cat. Big the Cat.

Sonic had to retrace his eye movements. B i g the C a t. He managed to find the Chaos Emerald by sheer coincidence? “Oh, you like Big?” Sonic said, a little butthurt. He likes Big the Cat? What?

Pablo nodded. “Best fisher I’ve ever met.” The guard went to check on Eggman, while Sonic looked in disbelief. “So, um, back to the topic, what do you want me to do? Use Chaos Control to go fast?” Trump nodded but still sat in a thinking position. “Well, yes and no. I want you to go fast, but you have to arrive back in time during World War One. Hitler was a very bad man. Killed a lot of people during World War Two.”

“Oh, I get it. You want me to talk some sense into the guy!” Sonic suggested.

“No, I want you to kill him. It’s war. It’s not inhumane when you could possibly be saving the lives of millyuns.”

Sonic sat up on the chair and focused hard. He has never killed anything before. The only thing he has “ended” were the badniks. He couldn’t remember any time in history he planned on killing someone for the solution of the world’s problems.

“I’m sorry Mr. President, but I can’t kill someone. That’s no good! I haven’t killed anything yet, and don’t aim on killing anyone now!”

Trump thought again, then smiled. “No, you have killed something to save the world. Remember the Finalhazard, or the Black Arms?”

Sonic winced at the memory. “Yes. I do. But I wasn’t alone on those tasks.” it was Shadow, his friendly nemesis  that put most of the work in killing them. The edge hog could do pretty much any dirty work if it came to saving the world. Why not have him do the job? He could perform Chaos Control better than anyone, too.

“Plus, I’d have to have another chaos emerald to perform chaos control to the point of traveling nearly a century back,” Sonic addressed, still thinking about the reality of killing someone. No president had asked him to do as such before.

      “What do you want with me? I have no business with you” Dr Eggman erupts, “I haven't killed anyone, I haven't stolen, I haven't even yelled at a little girl in two weeks”.

       “Two weeks geez that's longer than me” one of the agents mutters to the other.

       “Not the point. The president wants you here and we are going to wait until we see what he wants with you. Right now he's having word with your friend”.

 “Well I wouldn't say friend” Eggman corrects, “more like mor-”

 The intercom on the wall glows red, being the only color in the gray interrogation room, “Bring me the red guy, will ya?” Utters the magical voice of the Senior himself.

 “Let's go” blankly says an agent. Both of which held Eggman by the back in his hand cuffs and opened the door to the more pleasant looking room of the the helicopter.

 Before making a word come out if his mouth, Sonic exhales sharply, “Eggman, look: I need the chaos emerald you've got”

 “Sorry to disappoint you, pest” Eggman replies angrily,

“Besides, what could possibly motivate you to go into chaos control? And a better question, what could possibly motivate me, Doctor Ivo Robotnik, to hold an emerald so closely, so securely, that you haven't found it yet? Surely you have the wrong mad, cunning, handsome, and evil scientist. Oh and another thing, what are you going to do about your friends at the verge of drinking radioactive water?” Eggman freely spoke.

“Look Egghead, we can sort that out later, just give me the emerald, I know you're hiding it so might as well make it easy for us” Sonic attempts to persuade with arms crossed.

“How about this, you pest, what if I told you. . .” Eggman pauses as Sonic impatiently yet asks in a drawn out manner, “yes?”

“That there are no emeralds on me and that you are wasting all of our time” The doctor rebuttals with great conviction in his answer. Sonic expels a great groan of frustration as the mustachioed menace did not give him the answer he needed, he would rather have heard that Eggman has hidden it so that Sonic could at least have the slightest clue, but sometimes answers don't come as quick as Sonic.

“Alright I think we're done here” the Grand Papi himself reenters the conversation as the doctor was dragged back to the gray room that he sat in prior to the failed conversation. Despite the fact Trump sat with his head down in thoughts and frustrations concerning his failed dreams Sonic felt an enormous breath of relief within him, the burden of killing has been lifted off of him before he even does the deed.

“I know you only talk like this about TV remotes but where was it last seen?” The president questions the hero in a subtle form of desperation, it was clear to Sonic that nothing in the world will move until Sonic reshapes it,

 “It won't matter, Mr President; the emeralds go all over the world after the seven emeralds are all united for a purpose and last time that properly happened was when the Doc wanted to pursue the legacy in the Gaia Manuscripts. So now they have all scattered and we have found all of them except for that last emerald, it could be anywhere, all those other ones we bumped into outta sheer luck.”

“What about Tails, he's smart, let's see if he can help us” Trump states while pretty much ignoring Sonic’s words as he pulls out his watch and taps away at his wrist shortly followed by a bright blue hologram of Tails rising up from Trump's wrist looking Trump in the eye, then turning his head to sonic, “Whoa! What's this about?” then turning back to the the orange, succulently thicc turkey, “What can I do you for you, Mr President?”

“Tails, my bro, I'm phoning you and Sonic over here to help me settle a score on behalf of the whole wide world”

“That sounds kind of. . . “ Tails tries to come up with a good, softer synonym for sinister, “Extreme, what do you mean, revenge? Because I'm here to help people, not hurt them”

“Just hear me out, tails, buddy” Trump says to hold Tails’ attention long enough to inform him about his ingenious political stunt.

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Sonic Warfare-Chapter 1

There lays the clear, sharp winds of winter morning. All is silent but the howling of the wind under the clear yet snowy sky of Antarctica and a faded deep bass in the background of it all. What could make a sound so deep? One would ask. A killer whale? A moving glacier?

Neither, it was the destructive explosion of another laboratory Doctor Eggman had created to destroy his arch nemesis, his bane of existence, the blue blur that leaves a trail of smoke, dust, or snow in his wake, that pesky hedgehog, Sonic the hedgehog. Steel panels fly in the air as black smoke collided with the wind surrounding it, sending the gray cloud into a vortex entailing destruction. Radioactive sludge rains from the heavens above or should one say, the hell above, coating the snow in burning, flaming goo.

A glowing blue light and an orange flaming glow pierces the sight of destruction. One of hope, heroism, virtue, and most importantly, speeeeed; the other glow would remind a mortal soul of death and destruction, and eggs.

Badniks are slammed into the snow by the tremendous force of the blue blur.

A raspy cough interrupts the epic sounds, followed by, ¨You supersonic pest!” in the same raspy tone of voice,

“Already crackin’ under the pressure, huh Egghead?”

The blue force of speed skids through the snow to a halt in front of the mad scientist. After looking at the broken badnik remains and hot sludge around the freezing atmosphere, the hedgehog smirked at the sight of the evil doctor reacting to the damage around him. All those robots Eggman had made were now useless pieces of scrap metal and wasted time once Sonic arrived. With a charred mustache and a mind full of scheming, the doctor briefly dusted the frost off his shoulders while the blue hedgehog chuckled at another soon-to-be-success of his.

"Sonic. . . " was the only word the physically tired and emotionally exhausted doctor could utter at the instant, “I hope you understand what you've brought to you and all your pesky friends AND ALL THE EARTH-”.

Sonic interrupts his maniacal laughter. “What kinda hairbrained scheme are you and your mustache talking about now, egghead?”

 Eggman continues to cackle at his blue foe. “Spit it out, Egghead before I turn you into an omelet!” Sonic demands in frustration and perhaps even a bit of fear.

“You see, Sonic, when you blew up my beauty of a superweapon you released every atom of unstable, hot, radioactive waste all over this forbidden land, melting the land and plunging the world in a flood of untouchable water! Wanna know what else? The best part? It wasn't even my plan, that was all you! Ho ho! You're better at this villain stuff than me!”.

“You're lying,” Sonic voices. “No way I would do that to my friends!”. “Oh but you did!” Eggman exclaimed brightly, “By the way I never said you would or you should, but you could and you did.” Eggman asserts with a few nods of the head. “I'm gonna fix this and you're going to help me!” Sonic demands. “I wish I could” Eggman mockingly whimpers, “But I have better things to do, hope it teaches you a thing or two about meddling with my plans!” Eggman flies into the bitter air but Sonic wouldn't have it, becomes a bright blue streak, and pounces at the spherical craft, taking it and doctor Eggman to the ground. The hedgehog wouldn’t dare see his friends or the world he lived in go to ruin due to the brain-corrupt scientist. “Now where were we?” Sonic grew impatient. The body lied still, motionless.

Sonic nudged the body with his red, shiny shoes.

No response.    Before Sonic had time to feel the scientist’s pulse, a sound of a helicopter drew close.

Sonic eyed it with confusion and concern. Who could it be? Was it G.U.N? Could it be some explorers traveling to the snow to see a the sight of a talking blue hedgehog and a fat doctor around a ring of flames?

Sonic had no time to process the situation or run away. He couldn’t speed off when he had unfinished business with Eggman!    The helicopter landed on a pit of snow, the propellers calming to a halt. Out stepped three men, two with thick black hoods and sunglasses. The black fur hooded duo had a shorter man in between them, who looked blinded by the sight of such white snow.

   “Sonic The Hedgehog, I presume?”    Sonic looked at the man in the middle. He stepped out towards the hedgehog and kneeled down. With one swift movement of taking off his fur hood, it revealed a face of pure orange hue. A blonde toupee on its head swayed in the snowy breeze.

He looked towards his guards and smirked. “Didn’t I tell ya? I knew where I could find the best guy for the job.” The hedgehog realized the man in front of him was the President of the United States; Donald Trump.