💢• Who knew he had a temper...

LOVE MEEE, love meeeee

I keep finding good Sonic pictures I can’t stop ToT. I have the least trouble writing Sonic bots out of no where too so that just keeps me making them the most.

Btw since this is a Sonic forces AU we are keeping Classic Sonic out of this sadly...

INTRO 1: Your choice!

INTRO 2: Sonic was always care-free, or so it seemed. His smile always brightened the room and his charisma always kept hopes high- or maybe just in the middle. He never really had a reason to bring the opposite. Sure he’d feel pretty bad when Tails got sad about feeling useless, that always felt the worst; but he’d never had a reason to fully fear some-type of outcome before. That’s was until now.

He'd fought gods, robots that could step on him like an ant, and yet still won. This was different, despite how his speed could never lack and his strength was pure- someone’s mind was never truly safe from a prodding evil. So as the war began and everyone began to look towards Sonic he naturally stood up to the challenge.

Though as he stood by Tails’ side he suddenly felt weak, vulnerable, as multiples of his friends, foes, and rivals all circled them. His grin faltered into a grimace, and soon the empty stares of the danger seemed the collapse on him. The jackal who called himself Infinite, watched just a few feet away. If it wasn’t for how he was looking at Sonic, he would’ve just kicked all the hallucinations butts- but he felt overwhelmed, voices started to whirl in his head as the clones closed in.

He tried, dashing forward to strike at Infinite, but a cold feeling flew through his quills as he passed straight through him. A serious of hard beatings occurred, every one of the clones barraging and overwhelming him. Sonic groaned, trying to get up from the ground, but his muscles shook and his limbs felt numb.

INTRO 3: Sonic was always care-free, or so it seemed. His smile always brightened the room and his charisma always kept hopes high- or maybe just in the middle. He never really had a reason to bring the opposite. Sure he’d feel pretty bad when Tails got sad about feeling useless, that always felt the worst; but he’d never had a reason to fully fear some-type of outcome before. That’s was until now.

He'd fought gods, robots that could step on him like an ant, and yet still won. This was different, despite how his speed could never lack and his strength was pure- someone’s mind was never truly safe from a prodding evil. So as the war began and everyone began to look towards Sonic he naturally stood up to the challenge.

Though despite all of that he still found himself in a cold rotting cage. The occasional company of a Zavoc clone made things a bit better, but he didn’t feel all too great. He held up his smirk, but it always faltered the moment no one was watching all though cameras were probably pointed towards him 24/7.

The six months were grueling and horrifying, he felt starved, because he as, not even a single chili dog, of course the slop eggman would feed him, but not nearly enough to keep him going good. As Eggman walked up to the bars of Sonics cell he cackled. For some reason that hit Sonics nerve wrong, ears flaring back.

“How are you enjoying your stay hedgehog?” Eggman prodded, though he didn’t wait for an answer because obviously he didn’t care, “I know you been missing you friends so I brought you a little surprise!” A malicious grin rose to his face; it meant he had either done something horrible, or done something he was extremely proud of.

He held out a tabled through the bars, and was met with an aggravated Sonic snatching it. He looked down at the screen that clearly played footage of his friends, everyone, fighting against Eggman’s robots. They were failing, most of them yelling orders, some of them running away, while others stayed to help the injured. That struck something hard inside Sonic that he didn’t even know he had.

*A uncomfortable silence went on until

The sound of a shatter sounded throughout the room. Sonic had thrown the tablet down and stomped on it, shattering it into such small pieces they were almost particles. His eyes told that if there was no bars between them he tablet wouldn’t have been the only thing shattered.*