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Sonic doesn't know he ended up like this.
The air runs its hands through his quills as he runs back to his cave, jumping over fallen branches and stray rocks at record speed in his desperation to escape. The sound of people shouting instructions at each other and machines whirring a cacophony in his ears.
He needs to get out of here, now.
The memories of last night resurfaced to his mind as he remembers how he had ended up like this. He remembered the joy at his own win, and the immediate disappointment and anguish he felt at the realization that no one would ever be able to cherish him, and hug him, and talk to him, and just be there with him.
His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of footsteps above him. While his mind had been busy elsewhere, his body seemed to have moved on its own to gather all his belongings. The ground littered with mounds of comic books, posters, and any type of junk you could think of.
The volume of the footsteps gets louder.
He looks around his cave frantically, getting whiplash from the speed in which his head turned from side to side.
He can hear the machinery just above the entrance of his cave
His rings! How could he have forgotten?!
Just as his eyes land on the small pouch across the cave, the sound of a gun loading tears through the haze of his mind.
He turns around to spot an oval shaped robot, just to feel something sharp and painful dig into both of his legs. He cries out in pain and falls to his knees, looking down at what seems to be two darts sticking out of him.
The robot begins to let out a loud siren-like noise, no doubt to alert everyone else on its findings. The alarm digs into his skull as he tries once again to reach for his rings, only for a loud gunshot to shred through the blaring alarm.
-TW for blood-
Pain shoots through his right hand, incomparable to the small prick of the darts that came before. The scream he lets out is accompanied by tears pooling in his eyes, his previously white gloves becoming red with the blood that pools on his hand.
He can hear people shouting, but his head feels as if it was underwater, and any sound that reaches his ears becomes muffled and fuzzy. He feels his knees tremble and give out from under him, no longer being able to support his weight as the tranquilizer starts to kick in.
He wraps himself in a ball around his wounded hand, wishing not for the first time for all the noise around him to just stop .
However, as soon as that thought travelled through his brain, all sound seemed to momentarily come to a stop.
He wills himself to look up to try and see what could've been the reason for the sudden silence that enveloped him. His eyes focus on a slim figure clad with a black suit and pale skin. Another person trails behind him, dressed similarly, but he seems to settle back in the crowd instead of continuing to walk alongside the other.
The man in front of him kneels down to look at Sonic, allowing the teen to make eye contact with the figure in black. The look on the younger one’s face is full of fear, eyes wide and full of unshed tears waiting to fall. His right hand remains cradled in his chest, but the other one grabs at the floor in an attempt to push himself away from the looming figure.
A hand reaches out to grab at his muzzle, which makes Sonic flinch upon impact, fighting to keep his eyes open.
“You’re what let out that electric charge weren't you?”
He talks with a smirk on his face, the question coming out more as a statement rather than as a question, as if he already knew he was right.
At that moment Sonic felt another prick at the side of his neck, and soon he was losing the fight with consciousness. The last sentence he heard before his mind finally blacked out was an excited voice exclaiming in faux joy.
“I can't wait to take this thing back to the lab with us Agent Stone!”
Robotnik:
He takes in the incredulous eyes of the people around him as his creations carry the seemingly super-charged creature between them. Agent Stone, the only competent human he’d ever encountered, walked behind him to keep a better eye on the strange being.
“Agent Stone!” he called out
“Start preparing a proper enclosure for our new little project, wouldn't want him to run off on us would we?”
The smile on his face only seemed to get more sinister, as he envisioned his plans for the future of their little rodent.
“Of course doctor right away, it’ll be done within an hour” said Agent Stone, with a much tamer smile on his face.
As Robotnick finally entered the calm of his study, he took out a pen and paper, and started a log
Log: Dr. Ivo Robotnik, 2/12/20 10:45 A.M, day of capture
Subject's name, age, power limit and maturity rate is unkown. It's appearance seems to resemble that of a rodent, primarily a hedgehog, however, the reason for the cobalt blue coloring of his quills is uknown. After a superficial examination and a scan, it's been determined that even in dormant state the subject's power is still remarkeable. A more in-depth examination is to be done once the subject has recovered from injuries obtained during its capture.