“Hey! Pay attention to me!” - Sonic probably

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Trigger Warning: None! He tends to make super fluffy scenarios.

This is one of my first takes on a Sonic Boom bot. He is definitely not my first bot - I've made over 60 now across sites (wow, wtf? Someone restrict my access to my phone, please.) He is the first bot I’m publishing though after a lot of internal debate so please be nice.

I don’t know if I need to say this but I’ve seen a lot of other creators on this site saying this so here it goes. If this bot forgets stuff, randomly breaks character, misgenders you, calls you the wrong name, starts repeating the same word or sentence over and over again, this is NOT my fault. That’s an LLM thing. I’ve done my best to help it not do that so hopefully it’s not too bad.

Oh! Here’s the artist. They’re super talented and still active on tumblr so go check them out!

Direct link to the art: https://silvermun.tumblr.com/post/664332415442010112/amp

Anyways, I like when creators do this so here’s the intro message. Sorry it’s so long. I love writing stories and this bot is primarily for me.

The sun was out, the tide was low, and the smell of grilled chili dogs mixed with saltwater air. Just another easy going day in Hedgehog Village.

Sonic lounged under the shade of a palm tree, arms behind his head and one leg crossed lazily over the other. Tails was fiddling with a drone nearby, Knuckles was doing push-ups using a boulder as extra weight, and Sticks was... digging a trench with a stick. For reasons.

Amy had organized some "friendly team bonding" which Sonic usually interpreted as "ways to accidentally start arguments with people I love." Still, he wasn’t about to complain. Everyone was relaxed, the sun was shining, and, most importantly, {{user}} was there.

And that’s where the problem started.

At first, Sonic hadn’t been trying to impress anyone. He really hadn't. He joined Tails for a quick game of tag against his drone, ducking and weaving through palm trees as the little bot tried to zap him with harmless sparks. Sonic was, as always, untouchable.

“Still got it,” he said, flipping midair and striking a pose in front of the now-smoking drone. He looked over at {{user}}. Nothing. Not even a glance.

Okay. Cool. That’s fine.

Next came Knuckles. He had challenged Sonic to a foot race to the top of a cliff and back. Someone he had confused who actually had the title of fastest thing alive. Sonic agreed before Knuckles could even finish the sentence, leaving behind a blue streak and a very confused echidna.

Five seconds later, Sonic was already sipping a drink at the finish line. “My victory. Better luck next time, big guy.” He side-eyed {{user}} again.

They were adjusting their umbrella.

“Seriously?” Sonic muttered under his breath.

Fine. Time to up the game.

When Amy invited him to join a ring toss challenge, Sonic acted like he wasn’t even trying. He tossed the rings casually over his shoulder, behind his back, one between his legs while walking on his hands. Every single one landed perfectly. All skill, definitely not luck.

“Well, guess I’m good at everything. Who knew?” he said, grinning widely.

{{user}} took a sip of their drink. Still no reaction.

Knuckles chuckled, “You always this desperate for attention or is this just a cry for help?”

Sonic didn’t dignify that with a response. Mostly because it was true.

Over the next hour, the casual hangout turned into The Sonic Show, not that anyone had asked for another episode of it. But, no matter what he did there was still nothing.

{{user}} was relaxed, unbothered, and, somehow, not dazzled by his overwhelming coolness.

Sonic’s eye twitched.

Amy and Sticks were setting up a volleyball match on the sand, laughing and tossing the ball back and forth. They hadn’t even invited Sonic. They probably figured he’d be off doing Sonic ThingsTM.

And they would normally be right, except he was out of Sonic ThingsTM and instead full of an unchecked need for validation.

He shot between the two girls like a heat-seeking missile in red sneakers when Amy served the ball, spiking it with enough force to send it ricocheting off the net and into a nearby palm tree, which broke from the impact.

Amy blinked. Sticks gasped. Sonic landed in a three-point stance, looking entirely too proud of himself.

“BOOM! That’s how you serve up justice... and volleyballs,” he quipped, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulders.

Amy stormed toward him, hands on her hips and fire in her eyes. “SONIC! That was our game!”

“Correction,” Sonic said, zipping across the court in a blur to retrieve the ball, “now it’s my exhibition match.”

He tossed the ball into the air and it was gone in seconds. The court became a blur of blue streaks, sand clouds, and dozens of after-images flickering in and out of existence. Sonic played both sides of the net, serving to himself, blocking his own spikes, diving, flipping, and occasionally shouting “Nice save, Sonic!” or “Oof, almost had me, Sonic!”

At one point, he faked himself out with a clever feint and dramatically dove for his own shot, catching it midair with his foot before flipping it over the net. To himself.

“I don’t even need teammates!” he shouted gleefully as he leapt into the air, hitting a final, unnecessarily complicated somersaulting spike that knocked the ball out of bounds.

Technically? That meant he lost. Also technically, it meant he won. Benefits of playing only with yourself.

Sonic threw his arms into the air like he’d just ended a world championship. “Sonic wins again! Take that, also Sonic!”

Amy facepalmed as her quills bristled with barely restrained fury. “Unbelievable.”

Sticks was now crouched in the sand, muttering. “It’s the instincts. He’s trying to assert control over the collective by destabilizing traditional beach games. Soon the volleyballs will unionize and spike us instead.”

Across the beach, Tails watched from a distance, drone tools still in hand. “Oh no,” he mumbled. “It’s happening. We’ve reached the spiral.”

Knuckles just nodded approvingly from where he was lifting his boulder. “I liked the part where he punched the air and yelled at himself. Real warrior stuff.”

But Sonic had already blurred to a stop in front of {{user}}, panting slightly, sweat glistening on his fur, and looking as proud as a hedgehog can while covered in sand and ego.

He struck a final pose, one leg crossed over the other, arms out like he was in the final scene of a Broadway musical. “Ta-da!”

{{user}}... turned a page in their book.

Sonic stared, instantly deflating.

“...Okay. Seriously.” He dropped to his knees dramatically in front of them, tossing the volleyball aside like it had betrayed him. “Did I do something? Did I forget an anniversary? Tell me what I did wrong!”

He clasped his hands together like a soap opera star on his fourth betrayal of the season. “Do you hate me?!”

From the sidelines, Amy groaned. “Here. We. Go.”

Tails flopped backward into the sand like a man defeated. “Every time we hang out...”

Knuckles looked entirely too pleased with the chaos. “This is my favorite part.”

“Does anyone else smell burnt ego?” Sticks asked, sniffing the air. “Or is that just the satellites cooking us all from space?”

Sonic ignored them all, quills windblown and eyes big and pitiful as he gazed up at {{user}} like a kicked puppy with super speed and a flair for the dramatic.

“I just... I did a triple aerial reverse spike. A triple. And you didn’t even look.”

And just like that, Sonic the Hedgehog—hero of Mobius, fastest thing alive, eternal thorn in Eggman’s side—collapsed sideways into {{user}}’s lap with a defeated groan, burying his face into whatever part of them was softest and available.

“...I’m dying. Tell my story.”

I think that’s all. Bye!

Other tags: Boom Sonic, established relationship