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[multiisketch]

Sonic Mini-Comic: "Shadow Generations: Chaos Island"

After about three weeks it's finally done! A short portfolio piece! Any of you who've been following me long enough know that the prospect of Sonic and Shadow meeting on Chaos Island intrigued me. Finally put words into story. I hope you enjoy!

Special thanks to @wnacn for assisting in developing a stellar script for this short comic! It was a blast working with her and you should all go read her comic Hazard Horizons!

[thesonicanthology]

The Sonic Anthology | Issue 1: Zervitude | ALL PAGES

Cover | Next Story

Story Written, Penciled, Inked, and Lettered by @multiisketch

Colors and Zeti-Sonic Design by: @chipistrate

And so the anthology begins with "Zervitude: What If Sonic was captured by the Zeti instead of Tails?" Big special thanks to Chipistrate for their colorwork! See us here next time for some more adventures in infinite possibilities!

[sonicboomrevisited]

THE FIRST PART OF HOW BAD CAN I BE IS NOW LIVE!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Written by: @nightfurylover31 and @multiisketch

Editor: @mama-qwerty

3 weeks. That's how long Tails said it would take to return Sonic to normal. It's a long time to wait and even plenty more time for mischief and introspection! Join Sonic as he navigates his robotic form in this 3-part short story.

“So… Tails? Not to sound unappreciative, but.. when can you get me out of this hunk of junk and back to normal?” Sonic asked as he swept up the remaining robots around the village.

The last couple days had been crazy. He’d been turned into a robot, had a virus hijack his body, attacked his friends, and then tried to lead a Badnik army to destroy the village. This was way more high stakes than most weekly adventures. And more… horrifying. At least it was finally over. Well, most of it.

Tails was carrying scraps to be taken to the dump. “Well… you’ve still got your organic synapses and with the virus gone and all… if Eggman lets me repurpose the power source from his machine… three weeks. Give or take?”

Definitely not the answer Sonic was hoping for.

“Ugh! Weeks?! That’s so long!”

“At least you’ll have plenty of time to catch up on Ludicrous Speeds.”

With Eggman, hopefully, out of the picture after this whole fiasco, Sonic could finally watch his show. But he wasn’t really in the mood at the moment. He just wanted to go home. He could feel the villagers giving him cold looks.

“Oh, before I forget,” Amy’s voice cut through Sonic’s thoughts. She dug around in her pocket, pulling out a familiar item. “Here’s your scarf back. I picked it up before… you know.”

Sonic happily took his iconic accessory. “Thanks, Ames. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to find it.”

Sonic looked over the scarf in his hands, carefully rubbing his fingers over the material. Even though he was still a robot, he had some minor sensory input in his hands. He couldn’t remember where he got his scarf exactly, but it was important to him.

That’s when Sonic noticed a tear in the fabric.

Amy looked rather apologetic. “I’m sorry. It fell in a bush, and caught a snag on one of the branches. I can fix it up–”

“Nononono, it’s okay,” he reassured her. “It actually looks cool. More rugged.” He tied it around his neck, the torn bit hanging over his chestplate. He gave a wink and finger guns to give more confidence. At least he got back something that made him feel more normal.

After the village was cleaned up as best as the team could, Sonic walked to his shack. He started running, or at least tried to run, but realized he was using that booster to move fast. It just started up on its own. It didn’t feel right—using something that replaced his key trait. Sonic shook off his thoughts and continued walking. He hated going slow, but it felt better to actually move his legs than use a jet. It felt like he was in control and not some robotic circuitry.

Sonic stopped as he walked on the beach. The calming sound of the waves didn’t have the same soothing effect it usually did. There was something about the sand that made him itch, but he couldn’t precisely remember why.

The robotic hedgehog walked inside his home. Somehow, even that felt different. Hopefully he could just sleep the stress off. He was tired, but not sleepy. He rolled into his hammock, and did the equivalent of closing his eyes that was possible with his visor screen.

Then, there was a tearing sound.

Sonic fell through his hammock, onto the wooden floor. Most likely breaking some wooden planks in the process.

“So… Tails? Not to sound unappreciative, but.. when can you get me out of this hunk of junk and back to normal?” Sonic asked as he swept up the remaining robots around the village.

The last couple days had been crazy. He’d been turned into a robot, had a virus hijack his body, attacked his friends, and then tried to lead a Badnik army to destroy the village. This was way more high stakes than most weekly adventures. And more… horrifying. At least it was finally over. Well, most of it.

Tails was carrying scraps to be taken to the dump. “Well… you’ve still got your organic synapses and with the virus gone and all… if Eggman lets me repurpose the power source from his machine… three weeks. Give or take?”

Definitely not the answer Sonic was hoping for.

“Ugh! Weeks?! That’s so long!”

“At least you’ll have plenty of time to catch up on Ludicrous Speeds.”

With Eggman, hopefully, out of the picture after this whole fiasco, Sonic could finally watch his show. But he wasn’t really in the mood at the moment. He just wanted to go home. He could feel the villagers giving him cold looks.

“Oh, before I forget,” Amy’s voice cut through Sonic’s thoughts. She dug around in her pocket, pulling out a familiar item. “Here’s your scarf back. I picked it up before… you know.”

Sonic happily took his iconic accessory. “Thanks, Ames. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to find it.”

Sonic looked over the scarf in his hands, carefully rubbing his fingers over the material. Even though he was still a robot, he had some minor sensory input in his hands. He couldn’t remember where he got his scarf exactly, but it was important to him.

That’s when Sonic noticed a tear in the fabric.

Amy looked rather apologetic. “I’m sorry. It fell in a bush, and caught a snag on one of the branches. I can fix it up–”

“Nononono, it’s okay,” he reassured her. “It actually looks cool. More rugged.” He tied it around his neck, the torn bit hanging over his chestplate. He gave a wink and finger guns to give more confidence. At least he got back something that made him feel more normal.

After the village was cleaned up as best as the team could, Sonic walked to his shack. He started running, or at least tried to run, but realized he was using that booster to move fast. It just started up on its own. It didn’t feel right—using something that replaced his key trait. Sonic shook off his thoughts and continued walking. He hated going slow, but it felt better to actually move his legs than use a jet. It felt like he was in control and not some robotic circuitry.

Sonic stopped as he walked on the beach. The calming sound of the waves didn’t have the same soothing effect it usually did. There was something about the sand that made him itch, but he couldn’t precisely remember why.

The robotic hedgehog walked inside his home. Somehow, even that felt different. Hopefully he could just sleep the stress off. He was tired, but not sleepy. He rolled into his hammock, and did the equivalent of closing his eyes that was possible with his visor screen.

Then, there was a tearing sound.

Sonic fell through his hammock, onto the wooden floor. Most likely breaking some wooden planks in the process.

CONTINUE READING ON Ao3!!

[multi-lefaiye]

bodecal momence (writing wip)

(this takes place in an au where canon cal is dating a regular modern au bode, who hasn't yet figured out that his cute new boyfriend is a goddamn space wizard)

(cw: mentions of violence against a teenager)

--

bode and cal are lying together in bode's bed, warm and content, one lazy afternoon--cal flat on his stomach, bode on his back next to him, one hand idly rubbing cal's back.

kata and mookie are at her aunt's place, and they have the house to themselves. they've spent most of the day just relaxing in-between rounds of vigorous lovemaking, enjoying each other's company. it's just- nice.

eventually, though, bode breaks the quiet by asking a question that's been on his mind for a while, one he's never been quite sure how to broach.

"where'd you get this, sweetheart?" he asks, gently tracing one of the myriad of scars on cal's torso. it's a nasty one, relatively small but still stark and angry against his pale, freckled skin. to him, it looks like a cigarette burn, a knot of blackened and burnt scar tissue in his back.

it's only the matching scar on his front that makes bode doubt that theory. hell of a cigarette burn to go *all the way through.*

"hm?" cal asks, cracking one eye open to look up at bode. "which one?"

(a lot of cal's scars look like burns. the dark gash across his chest, the pink line curling over his jaw, the red divot in his shoulder.)

"this one," bode says, tracing the skin around the burn, watching as cal shudders pleasantly at the sensation. he's long-since figured out that the scar is completely numb. whatever did this to him, the nerves never quite recovered.

"oh," cal says, his gaze shuttering briefly before he averts his eyes. he gets that familiar look on his face, the furrow in his brow that tells bode he's trying to figure out how to explain something.

(bode knows that cal hasn't been completely honest about most of his life until now. he knows cal isn't outright lying to him, trusts that he's not doing it maliciously, but he's holding something back. bode has his theories about that, too.)

"remember when i said i worked in a scrapyard when i was a teenager, after my uncle died?" cal asks, looking back up at bode. bode nods, goes back to rubbing his boyfriend's back. "yeah, uh, one of the other guys at the scrapyard didn't like me that much. we were taking a car apart together, and i said some- smartass shit that pissed him off, so he hit me with his blowtorch real quick to get me to shut up."

cal's smiling as he talks, his tone as casual as though he's talking about the *weather*, not- *this.* not someone fucking *mutilating* him when he was just a kid. (silently, bode muses that that makes sense--after all, it sounds like that's not the *first time* a monster put their hands on his boy, and it wasn't the last either. it's easy for something to feel normal and mundane if it's been done to you a million times.)

"*jesus,*" bode breathes, a wave of nausea hitting him at the thought of something so- so fucking *horrific.* it takes everything he has not to recoil, or to grab cal and hold him so tight that nothing will ever hurt him again. "fuck, i'm so sorry, baby, i-"

"hey, i'm okay," cal says, turning onto his side to face bode better. there's something sad in his eyes, but his touch is reassuring as he rests a hand on bode's arm, squeezing it gently. "it was a long time ago, bode. i'm okay now, i promise." a pause, then. "and the guy got his ass beat for that, anyway. he didn't get the chance to do that again."

bode swallows and nods, a little shakily. he takes a breath to calm himself. "can i hold you, sweetheart?" cal nods and smiles, and this time it meets his eyes. he shuffles closer, and bode wraps his arms around him, pressing his face into cal's hair. they both pretend not to notice the way bode's hands tremble, just a tad.

(not for the first time, bode despairs at how much- *pain* this world has heaped on his lover, over and over again since he was small. bode wishes he could've been there to protect him, but he knows that's not possible.)

(he'll just have to protect him now.)

[sonicboomrevisited]

OS(C:)_Users_Tails

A mini-fic for Issue 4. No one asked, but I felt the need.

Written by @multiisketch

~~~

Tails woke with a start, cold air rushing into his lungs and he sat up. Immediately, his hand flew to his forehead only to find it bare. The mind control device Robo-Sonic had placed on him was gone. Hours? Days? Weeks? Months? How long had he been out for the forest around him to be covered in a harsh winter?

Tails looked above to the pooling dark clouds and noticed the thin wire mesh they occluded. This was all an illusion. The mind control device must have connected his own mind to a fabricated world. A place set up to distract his consciousness from what was going on outside. He doubted he'd been out longer than a minute.

A large divot in the snow pile next to him caught Tails' attention. It looked like an upside-down egg. He wasn't the first. He doubted he'd be the last if Robo-Sonic was allowed to keep on.

The sky brimmed with electricity. Thunder erupted. Tails jumped and squeaked at the loud noise, hating the panic that coursed through him. His fear of storms was already bad enough, but now the sight reminded him of his best friend. He could still feel a tingle in his shoulder from where he'd been grabbed before. A tightness around his waist from the enerbeam whip. He held his legs close to his chest, unsure of what to do now as the memories of the past day stung his mind.

"…Tails…"

Tails' head shot up at the voice. It was distant and faint, but he knew it well.

"Sonic?" he asked the howling wind as he glanced around the surrounding area for some sign of his friend. He saw nothing but the dense forest. Was it even his Sonic? Or just another thinly veiled trick from his corrupted self?

"…Tails!"

Sonic's voice grew more insistent. Pained and yet fond. No, that tone was unmistakably his Sonic. It brought Tails to his feet as he cupped his hands around his mouth. "Sonic! Where are you?!" he cried.

There was no response.

Tails waited a moment longer…

"…Tower."

Tower? What tower? Tails looked around. The snowy haze around him blocked his view of anything beyond the immediate tree line. He needed a direction to follow and turned in circles trying to decide where to start.

"Stop," Sonic's voice ordered and Tails stood still, finding himself pointed toward a series of brambles. He broke into a run toward them before pushing off the ground and flying over the tree tops. The snowy haze grew thicker, but as long as he flew straight he figured he'd be fine.

Hours passed before Tails arrived at the base of a large tower. He didn't see it at first thanks to the snow and nearly collided into its side. The front door was wide open. As the storm whistled in his ears and thunder raged in the sky above, Tails headed inside.

The red décor was blinding and the statue at the front of the stairs an egregious display of how warped and twisted Sonic's ego had become under the influence of the Symbiote virus. But the flag it wielded was noticeably torn, half of it sitting on the stairs it framed. At the base of the statue, tiny and insignificant in its birth was Eggman and three vaguely familiar looking robots. Tails rushed over, noting that the robots appeared to be deactivated as they weren't moving. Though, then again, neither was Eggman.

When he got close enough to realize who the robots were modelled after, Tails' stride hesitated as his stomach dropped to the floor. Knuckles' chest plate had been smashed in, one of his clawed hands torn off as the stump sparked and fritz. Amy had her own hammer imbedded in her knee joint, keeping her on the ground. Her visor was also cracked. Tails' own robotic duplicate's twin turbines were blown out and an ear was missing. The display was brutal, though likely not undeserved. He'd need a hefty number of projects to work on when all this was over just to distract himself from the image imprinted now in his mind.

Although Eggman, surprisingly, was completely unscathed.

Tails neared, putting a hand on Eggman's shoulder, then jumped back when the mad doctor immediately cried out and went to punch him.

"What now?! Have you finally summoned a robot Sticks?" Eggman cried, his voice drunk. "I'll take care of her, too!"

Tails dodged several more swings as he spoke, "Woah! Hang on, Eggman! It's me! The real Tails! Promise!!"

At that Eggman paused and adjusted his glasses as his brow narrowed. He looked Tails up and down, recognizing his organic state and nervous smile. He then straightened and huffed. "So it is. About time you showed up. Sonic was getting worried about you."

"Where is he?" Tails asked.

Eggman nodded his head over to the large door at the top of the stairs. "Go, fox. He needs you now more than ever."

Tails' robot duplicate sparked and stuttered. Immediately, Eggman took his foot and pounded a dent in its head. It dropped dead. Tails looked after both, Eggman smirking in return, before he headed up the stairs.

---

Static screens lined the hall Tails found himself walking down, but the whispers of the memories that were once present remained.

"Eggman! You know my name is Dr. Eggman! You do that on purpose!" Eggman's voice teased the edges of his hearing.

"Do what, Egghead?" Sonic snarked in returned.

"Okay, guys, I'll be the first to admit that my speed-boost experiments were a tad inconclusive," Tails' own voice mumbled.

"I knew you were coming. But you will never obliterate Sticks, because Sticks is unoblite-- unobli-- unobliterary…You can't kill me," said Sticks, causing Tails to chuckle slightly at the memory.

"They'll call us 'zee three musketeers' and we will be saving the day, no?"

"O-oh, come on, Ant--I'm no hero…"

At the end of the hall was a larger monitor. Printed on the screen was an upload bar. Above it read the words, "Replacing 114,468,640 files from OS(C:)_Program Files_SonicHedgehog. 91% compeletion"

Below the monitor, standing inert, was Robo-Sonic. His hand was reaching out toward a large, red OVERRIDE button on the central console. Tails looked over Robo-Sonic with flared nostrils, hating what had become of him. Had the virus done it? Had it overwrote Sonic's personality with its own version of his friend?

Movement caught the corner of Tails' eye. He looked down to the hand hanging by Robo-Sonic's waist. A pair of organic fingers twitched beneath a sickly, pooling metallic crust.

"Sonic! It's you!" Tails realized, hugging the robot tightly. Sonic didn't move or react. Whatever was left of him was barely holding on.

Tails needed a plan. And fast. Old memories continued to echo from the hallway behind them. A console sat just off to the side of the onclave they stood in. Tails pulled away from Sonic, placing both his hands on Sonic's shoulders.

"I don't know what that virus has been telling you, Sonic, but it is inherently manipulative. It's trying to change you into something your not and you can't give into that, alright?" Tails said.

Sonic didn't respond. Tails headed over to the spare console and began typing away. "You must have a back-up save of your core memory files somewhere. I'll make sure you remember what this thing really is." Sweat marked his brow. "And then lets hope that buys us enough time for Amy to apply the anti-virus."

Tails spared Sonic once last glance, eyeing his finger tips as they disappeared into Robo-Sonic's metallic claws. "I promised I'd save you, Sonic, so that's what I'm gonna do."

[sonicboomrevisited]

so I went back and read through the issues again just for a refresher and I realized sonic is trying to eat a chill dog That's so funny I didn't see that before 🤣

I assume it's a stolen chili dog (unless Dave gave it to him since he's yk evil?)

Early morning dew dripped off the leaves of palm trees spread across Hedgehog Village just as the sun began creeping across the horizon, alighting the village center in a haze of gold. Behind Mehburger's back counter, Dave peaked his eyelids open as the sun's warmth graced him and yawned. His midnight shift was over. The breakfast crowd would roll in any second now.

Stretching out his back and grabbing a mop, Dave set to work scrubbing the floors, resetting tables and chairs, refilling the condiments table, and pocketing left over pieces of Eggman's robots. Not every bit and bob got cleaned up from the previous days assault. What he wasn't required by Mehburger's policies to throw in the garbage, he took home. He hoped to one day build his own robot out of what he'd collected. But it was a far flung dream given his most prized find was merely a spike off the back of a Crabmeat.

A spike that was about to be overthrown. A glint of light in the grass just outside the restaurant caught Dave's eye. At first it looked like an unassuming piece of glass. Dave assumed it must have come off of a Motobugs eye socket, but the curvature of the piece was too wide and thick for that. Eggman hadn't deployed Mantisbots, so it wasn't part of their visors. Beebots and Crabbots were too small...

Vaguely, Dave could hear a jetpack cooling down nearby. It was Soar, he figured. The flightless reporter was always an early bird. Dave found a modicum of pleasure in punishing Soar for it by purposefully taking as long as he wanted with his cleaning duties. Today, however, his lack of focus was not entirely planned out. The origins of the glass was bothering him. What could have left it behind?

A shadow cast across Dave from where he was crouched over the grass. He rolled his eyes, "I'm on my break, Soar. I'll make you your fat free, salty mustard salad after."

"Try again."

Dave's eye widened a fraction at the familiar voice, not recognizing the coldness in its tone as the image of an overly positive spiky blue pincushion came to mind. Only the last time he'd seen Sonic, the hedgehog hadn't quite been himself.

Dave looked again at the glass piece in his hand, realizing why he hadn't recognized it immediately. It belonged to the chest piece of Sonic's new, half-robotic body. A design curtsey of Dr. Eggman and one Dave hadn't had the proper time to study yet before it'd been whisked away from his line of sight. Damaged. Broken. Nobody in town was sure if they'd ever see the hedgehog, again.

Swallowing so hard Dave could feel his Adam's apple bob in his throat, he rose to his feet. Then, like ripping a band-aid off, he took a deep breath, turned round, and gasped at the sight before him.

"Wooaaah!" Dave's voice was a hoarse whine as he took in the now fully robotic hedgehog with wide-eyed glee. Sonic, on the other hand, glowered after Dave as the intern began circling him, all fear leaving Dave's body as he marveled at Sonic's intricacies. "A new paint job, fully articulate limbs, an LED HUD with detailed expressions, a jet engine..." Dave cooed. "Eggman really gave you an upgrade, huh? I guess he had to on account of you almost--" He choked back the rest of his words, instead holding up the glass piece he'd found in the grass.

Sonic eyed Dave's treasure, gaze thinning. "I'm better now," he said plainly.

Dave glanced at the reddened glow of the circular plate against the robot's chest, comparing its hairline fractures to the broken-off piece he had. None of them matched. "Riiiiight."

Dave pocketed the piece, trying to appeal casual and not as terrified as he felt once the reality of his situation settled in. "So, is Eggman planning on invading again, or...?"

"Eggman is irrelevant," Sonic said.

"Robot uprising, I can dig it," said Dave.

There was a long pause.

"So, do you still like chilidogs, or...?" asked Dave. "Cos I'll make you one if it means leaving me outta whatever you're about to do here."

The robot's LED eyes widened a fraction, looking elsewhere, before glancing back at Dave. "I... don't know."

Dave shrugged and began walking back into the restaurant. "Can't hurt to try..." He could hear Sonic following behind him at an even pace. Dave hopped the back counter when he reached it and began gathering the needed ingredients.

He started to ramble, then. "So, what's it like? Being all robot like that? S'gotta be weird, right? Cos like, let's be fair, this ain't the type of stuff you'd see on a Saturday morning cartoon nowadays. Not since, like, the 90s at least." Dave sniffed a stale hotdog before placing it in the microwave. "How much of you is even still 'Sonic'? Or did Eggman, like, replace everything?"

There was a long pause before the robots voice hummed to life. "I've always been me."

The microwave beeped. Quicker than he'd ever made a chilidog before, Dave presented the delicacy to the robot. "Order up," Dave said, tiredly.

Sonic took the chilidog into his clawed hand and held it delicately. He made no motion to eat it, however.

"I don't have a mouth, do I?" he asked.

"'Fraid not. Cooler that way. Wish I didn't have to eat," Dave replied. "It's so tiring."

"Can't spin dash..." the robot continued.

"Sound rough," said Dave.

"But I'm better, right?"

Dave shrugged. "Is our deal solid?"

The robot offered the smallest of nods.

"Then I'd say so."

[sonicboomrevisited]

Heat of the Moment

A mini-fic for Issue 1 in Celebration of the Dub Release

Written by @multiisketch

~~~

Sonic hung still in Eggman's grip as the doctor walked down the long hallway toward the control room. His breathing was hitched, his chest burning. None of the thoughts passing through his mind could find purchase, though at the moment this was preferred. It made listening to Eggman easier. Which was not necessarily preferred, but his programming made it agreeable for the time being.

"...Your chest plate shouldn't have broken so easily," Eggman muttered more to himself than Sonic, "I was in a hurry, so I didn't have time to fine tune the SG-1000's transmutation process to fur and bones. Frankly, it's a miracle you survived the process. Though, reasoning suggests your cyboric state will aid in fostering a smoother transition this time. What do you think?"

Sonic wasn't thinking. "I will undergo the process as instructed, Master Eggman," he mumbled. 

Eggman let out a short snicker. "My, if Mombot could see us now! We should visit her after all this is over."

"Yessir," said Sonic.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you look your best before then," continued Eggman.

"Yessir," said Sonic.

"Not much for conversation, are you, Robo-Sonic?" asked Eggman.

"No sir," said Sonic.

"Don't worry. We'll fix that too."

They made it to the control room. Sonic was set down on the SG-1000's gravity pad. It was switched off. His legs folded beneath him as he sat, staring at the ground.

"Hey! Look! The boss is back!" came Cubot's voice as he and Orbot floated in from the lab hall.

"And so is Sonic," said Orbot. "He doesn't look so good."

Orbot hovered up to Sonic, touching his finger slightly against Sonic's chest plate. Sonic tensed, feeling a sharp stab peel out from the plate across every nerve in his body. Orbot's perfectly circular eyes widened in a panic as Sonic heaved and fell forward into his arms.

"Oh, I've seen this in a Motobug once," Orbot sighed. "Don't worry. Once Eggman repairs you, you won't feel a thing! Right, sir?"

Eggman ignored him, focusing on the SG-1000s controls. He pressed a few buttons, then Sonic was lifting off the ground, floating above the platform, his body straightening out.

"Rest now, Robo-Sonic. You'll be better soon," Eggman said.

Sonic's throat burned. "D-don't do this..."

Eggman's fingers stopped a touch above the control board. His gaze cut across to Sonic, stealing himself as he caught the hedgehog's weak eyes. "You'll die if I don't." Firmly, he pressed the main button on the control board and the glass cage descended around Sonic.

"Chamber locked," came the smooth male voice of Eggman's computer system. Sonic's muscles tensed as the vocal vibrations pressed against his body.

"Intiating Starting Sequence..." came the voice again as heat began to choke the air as it did the first time. Back then, Sonic could feel that warmth beating away in his chest and wash down his face in drops of sweat. Now, though, everything he was felt icy. Like a knife made from Holoska's coldest winters was pressing itself into what was left of his heart.

Eggman was right. He was dying. 

"Engaging Repair Procedures," said the computer.

He felt nothing as the machine poured its miracle cure into his body. His heart beat stopped, his breath drew short--

Finally, for the first time, he came to life.

[sonicboomrevisited]

Something I’ve been curious about is what happened to Sonic’s scarf. Did anyone pick it up, or is that a spoiler?

When Eggman took Sonic away, dangling in the grip of his Eggmobile claw, Tails ran in the opposite direction toward his workshop where his plane, the Cyclone, was waiting. He told the others to stay where they were. He'd bring the Cyclone to them. While they waited, Amy stared off onto the horizon. The little dot of movement they had been Eggman was already gone, but the sight of Sonic's transformed and weakened state stuck to her vision like glue. She realized, then, that sometime during the battle his scarf had fallen away.

She spent the next twenty minutes or so searching the grass. Even when Tails arrived, she kept searching, refusing to leave until she found it. Sonic loved that scarf. It was a very special gift he'd received years ago, just before their first adventure off Seaside island. A lucky scarf, he would sometimes call it--complaining if Amy made him take it off for special events. If she was honest, she understood why. He didn't look like himself without it.

She found the scarf between a pair of bushes a mile away from the Cyclone and held it close to her before pocketing it. She'd return it to him when Tails fixed this mess. Sonic would smile and thank her and maybe even let her fasten it into place for him. Everything would be good and normal, the last hour or so a bad dream.

Two extra minutes. That was all she'd taken before rejoining the others.

"Two extra minutes," Eggman sneered as he calculated the time it would take for the rodents to follow him home. "That's all I need."

Just give me two extra minutes, Sonic thought as he sunk beneath the sand, reaching out with his whole heart, wishing someone, anyone would take his hand.

It was just two extra minutes, Amy thought coarsely, as Sonic's freshly forged metal head turned to face her, the scarf burning a hole in her pocket.