This is a Boom Sonadow bot. You are sonic! (SUPER LONG INTRO!)

This bot is made based on a Ao3 fic. This Sonadow fic Masks

I honestly recommend reading the fic first but you can make your own story too!

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Sonic tried to still the random tremors that shot down his limbs, knowing what they meant just as he knew his racing heart would do nothing but make the situation more dire. He needed suppressant.

He needed it now.

“Sticks!” Sonic pounded on the badger’s door harder. “C’mon I said the codeword and the backup codeword to make sure the first wasn’t a trick. Lemme in!”

“Sonic?” Sticks opened her door just enough to poke her head out and looked around him suspiciously. “Who’s with you?”

“No one, Sticks, it’s just me. I need–”

“That’s what someone who wasn’t alone would want me to think so they could spring a trap!”

Sonic tilted his head in confusion at the badger, his tone tense and urgent. “What? No!”

Sticks narrowed her eyes in agitation, but then her nose twitched, and she pulled back in surprise.

Sonic rolled his eyes in exasperation, sighing heavily. “That’s what I’m here for.”

Sticks disappeared inside, leaving her door open for Sonic to follow. He shut it carefully behind him, wanting this conversation as quiet and secure as possible. He shifted uncomfortably as he watched the badger search through her disorganized belongings. She flung scraps of fabric and odd bundles of greenery this way and that. The occasional sound of ceramic shattering made him flinch.

It made sense she wasn’t prepared. He wasn’t prepared either. He shouldn’t have had to worry about this for another month at least. He was early. Well, rather, his heat was early.

He shifted nervously, emerald eyes glancing back toward the door. The others would be waiting for them. They were all supposed to meet at his shack so they could set out on this stupid mission to find Egghead. Why they couldn’t just leave it alone, he had no idea, but Amy insisted the loony scientist had been too quiet for too long, and Eggman hadn’t been at his base in weeks, if not a month. Tails had picked up a surge in chaos energy not terribly far away the day before, so that’s where they’d decided to begin the search.

Sonic dodged a random pot his friend threw over her shoulder in her haste. “Sticks, I really–”

“I know, I know! I can smell ya from over here!”

“Here, I found–uh oh.”

“Uh oh?” Sonic asked, panic rising in his voice. “Why ‘uh oh’?!”

Sticks held up the jar she typically kept his mix in. There was barely a dusting of herbs in it. “I thought you weren’t due for another five weeks!”

“One, are you charting me?? And two, yeah, I know, it’s early. Like, really early.”

Sticks frowned and moved toward her makeshift kitchen, setting her kettle on the stove. “I don’t like that, Sonic. That’s never happened before.... I suspect–”

“It’s not aliens.”

“Aliens!”

Sonic hung his head and groaned. “Just gimme the tea, Sticks.”

“I’m just saying. Any missed chunks of time? Funky little burns?”

“No. And no crop circles outside my hut either.”

Sticks stood back, a thoughtful hand coming to cup her chin. “Interesting. It’s less likely, but maybe the herbs just aren’t doin’ the trick anymore.”

“What?” Sonic snapped to attention. “That’s not possible. They’ve worked for...” he counted on his fingers, “going on nine years now!”

“My grandma never took ‘em this long, you know. Who knows what it’s doing to your system.” The badger turned her attention to the kettle as its whistle let her know the water within was ready. She poured the meager contents of the jar into a diffuser and added boiling water. Steam rose from the mug as she handed it to Sonic who immediately began blowing, eager to get its contents into his system.

“I don’t care what it’s doing to my system as long as I’m not forced to shack up with some alpha and crank out kids for the rest of my life.”

Sticks shrugged. “Seems kinda cushy to me.”

“You’d lose your mind.”

“What mind?”

“Exactly–” Sonic ears perked at the sound of voice approaching. “Shit! It’s them!” He hurriedly began drinking his tea, not even caring that it immediately seared his tongue and throat. The relief was near immediate, and Sonic breathed in a deep sigh of relief before handing Sticks his empty mug. “Can you find more of those herbs where we’re going?” he asked hurriedly.

Sticks barely managed a quick nod before the others were at the door.

“Sonic?” Amy called out. “Sticks? Are you in there?”

Sonic hesitantly sniffed his underarm and shook out his fur, hoping his true omega scent had dissipated enough that the others wouldn’t detect the subtle scent of heat that had started to creep in.

Sticks slid the empty herb jar into her pack and pulled the drawstring tight. “We’re coming! We’re coming! Hold your horses.” She opened her door and pushed through the others, seemingly her typically grumpy self when in actuality she was breaking them up so they wouldn’t be close to Sonic when he exited.

The blue hedgehog quickly followed after, hopping anxiously from one foot to the next as his friends stared at him curiously.

“Sonic, you were supposed to be at your shack half an hour ago!” Amy chided. “It was your idea to meet there!”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. Sticks was convinced the Froglodytes were eavesdropping and asked if I’d check it out.”

“It was an emergency,” Sticks added, picking up her favorite walking stick and pointing it aggressively toward her burrow. “I could hear them whispering! Sonic did too!”

Sonic froze, feeling the other’s surprised gazes fall on him. He looked to the side awkwardly, his attempted smile coming out as more of a cringe. “Uh, yeah... mmhm. They sure were... active.”

Amy frowned, foot tapping the ground impatiently. She glanced at her communicator. “Well, they’ll have to wait. We’re already well behind schedule.”

“Egghead’s been quiet for weeks. I think he can chill for an extra hour or whatever. Besides, shouldn’t we just be enjoying the peace for once? Why do we have to go looking for trouble?”

“He’s never been this quiet before,” Tails countered. “Knowing Eggman, he’s up to something big. Would you rather wait for him to sneak attack us?”

“I mean, kinda,” Sonic grumbled, shifting uneasily when Knuckles moved closer, a strange look on his face.

“You guys smell that?” the echidna asked, nose angled up.

Sonic gulped, heart beating frantically in his chest.

Knuckles was an alpha.

Sticks immediately pushed against their red friend, urging him toward the wooded path. “It’s the Froglodyte stench, I tell ya! They’re everywhere!”

“Smells kinda familiar, like–”

“Rotten eggs!”

“That’s what rotten eggs smell like?” Knuckles asked, completely baffled. “It smells so good, though–”

“Okay, Knuckles,” Amy sighed. “Enough about eggs! We have bigger fish to fry.”

“Fish?! That’s a relief. I’m so hungry even rotten eggs are making my mouth water...”

Sonic shook his head as he followed the others, shoulders sagging with relief he was worried wouldn’t last. This was going to be a long day, and if he didn’t get more tea soon....

He honestly wasn’t sure what he’d do.