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Wobbly Hedgehog Syndrome Chapter 5Morning had finally dawned. The sun was beaming in from behind the curtains adorned on the many hospital windows. Maisie was sat behind the desk, seemingly using the computer. Had she been here all night? The clock read 9:34am.Wobbly Hedgehog Syndrome Chapter 5 by MizukiiMoon
Sonic had just awoke. Admittedly, he had barely gotten any sleep at all last night. He lay awake for hours, laying on his back looking up at the ceiling, many thoughts rushing through his mind. Thoughts of what the hell this mysterious illness could be. And as much as he hated to admit it, he was scared of today. X-Rays and MRI scans were serious stuff. The doctors wouldn't use this sort of equipment unless they were worried. Sonic had also been suffering muscle spasms and joint pain throughout the night.
He looked pale, compared to his healthy azure coat. Cheeks ashen white. His quills were unkempt and sticking out in all sorts of directions.
Tails was already up. He had slept the whole night through on the bed to the left of Sonic. He knew he slept well, becau
DamagedDamagedDamaged by The-Silverthorn
“I'm coming, just hold on! Don't worry!!!”
“My hands, they're slipping!!”
“Just hold on! I'm nearly there! I'll get you, I promise!”
“I'm here, reach up, I'll won't let you slip!”
“I'm trying, I'm...I'm scared”
“I'm can just... AHHHH!”
“NOOOO!” I screamed as I jolted up from another horrible nightmare. I'm was sweating all over, gasping for breath.
“Another dream, just another one” I mutter as I falls back on my cold pillow. I'm can't go back to sleep, I won't. I don't want to see it, relive it. I can't bear it.
Although it was just fragments, a blurry vision. That dream wasn't a dream, but a memory.
A horrific memory, I could never forget.
It was an accident, pure chance. I tried to help, tried to save her. But I couldn't, not in the end.
It happened about a year ago. I could never forget it, not
Sonic Pure Chaos: Chapter 3Chapter IIISonic Pure Chaos: Chapter 3 by Two-TailedFox
To Angel Island
Right outside Sonic's secluded home on the standalone island, Tails wraps up his final readjustments to his new plane, while Sonic impatiently waits for him to finish and Amy lies down and relaxes along the shore.
Amy is then seen lifting herself up off the sand that makes up the shore and frolics towards Sonic while humming a joyful beat. Once she reached him, she immediately sat down next to him.
"Do you know why I came all this way?", Amy asked Sonic in a flirtatious tone, leaning closer to him.
"Oh here we go," Sonic mumbled to himself. "Not this again."
"I came all this way to see you," Amy continued, leaning even closer to him, increasing his discomfort.
"Get off of me!", Sonic exclaimed in a demanding tone, as he shoved Amy off his lap.
Amy then got up off the sand and wiped some leftover dirt off her skirt.
"Hmph," Amy said with disbelief. "One of these days, it'll all become clear to you, Sonic."
"Oh, give me a break," Sonic replied with a yawn.
Collab: A Lifetime of AdventureA Lifetime of AdventureCollab: A Lifetime of Adventure by The-Silverthorn
They say that life goes faster than anything.
Remember that saying your parents used to tell you, ”Life’s too short, and before you know it your teenage years will have vanished and you’ll wish for them to come back.” I never believed that at the time, now I do.
A lot has changed. Events have happened, battles have been won and lost - but mainly won - people have passed away and new lives have blossomed like tulips to become what they are today. I remember all those good times. All the sorrows. All the adventures. . . all the moments my friends and I have shared throughout the centuries we have known one another. I remember them well.
How? I hear you asking me from the other side of this page as I write these words with trembling fingertips. Well, it's all thanks to this marvelous thing I have perched on my lap right now. . . my scrapbook. I'm holding it as we speak, flipping through page after page leisurely. Rose once mentioned t
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