#🎥 | ᶜᵒᵐᶤᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᶤᵛᵉ: IC Updates

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“I dunno what planet y’er livin’ on, but… s’ not cold where I’m at.” And he explained it so by fanning a gloved hand in front of his face, to which is tinted red from either the heat or that he’s got a bad case of sunburn.

Or, probably both.

Thus, the hedgehog huffed. And puffed. And pouted. Summer may be around the corner and it might be one of the most exciting times of his life, but… how can he stand this heat? And still having to avoid the ocean nevertheless?

“I swear… I’m thinkin’ of almost havin’ a water gun fight. Or water balloons. Anythin’ ta not turn into goop by da sun.”

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 The distinct smell of salt and seaweed wrinkled the hedgehog’s nose, but he didn’t give any thought of it. Nothing like the rolling, foamy waves crawling upon the soaked shore sent chills down his spine. Not this time. His infamous pair of sneakers nailed themselves against the flat, hard batch of sand. He never liked sand, and always found it to be rough and aggravating; especially when it gets into his quills.

However, he wasn’t going to express his disgust with the sand. He wasn’t going to complain like a pint-sized toddler either. Today isn’t the day for that. Instead, it’s one for practice. For fun. For getting adrenaline to course through his veins and his eyes to spark of excitement.

His position was on the opposite end of the net. The net that separated his group of friends, yet established that they’re competing. Competing in hopes of winning against the Blue Blur. And while this blur has an advantage, he’s going to play fair.

That didn’t mean it’s going to be easy to beat him though.

Breathing in the fresh air, he cracked his gloved fingers, get himself into position, and eagerly waited for that volleyball to hurtle his way. His grin of pearly whites glinted in the sun, telling his friends that he’s ready and he’s ready to practice for the upcoming Olympics.

Game on.

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 Super Blood Wolf Moon.

Chaos, does that send a foreboding chill down the hedgehog’s spine. So much so that a gloved hand clutched at his chest, squeezing the fur and flesh within his palm while it quavered. And, frankly, no thought drilled into his head as to why this is giving him such anxiety.

Shouldn’t... Shouldn’t he be excited? Thrilled? Heck, even ecstatic to see the planet’s orbiting rock in a new light? Yet, while he desired to as much as a child would want to head out to an amusement park, there’s something pulling him back like an anchor to a sinking ship.

...But he’s not sure as to what.

The cleaved half of the moon started to envelop the solid color of dried blood - The same color of what wounds would like under layers and layers of adhesive bandages.

Without a word, a gasp emitted from the hero. Gloved fingertips from his other hand gripped onto the edges of the lampost, as to prevent him from faceplanting on the ground. Even with the moon’s current state, it still managed to take anyone’s breath away at the sight of it.

Simultaneously, the fingers clasping on his chest dug into his flesh, giving fresh markings, but not to bleed them out. His heart hammered in between the action; rapidly so. His eyes studied the moon with unwavering attention, refusing to blink to not miss a single second of the eclipse.

While he may not become a werehog anymore, he almost felt the uncontrollable urge to howl.

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“I swear, if dat tincan comes back with an iron fist f’er vengeance against us f’er makin’ ‘is boss abandon ‘im, then pay me some rings ‘cuz I’ll be bettin’ on it.”

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 KILL.

It was one word that was familiar to him, but simultaneously? Also not. It was one word he heard often, ramming into his cranium like some immense force, and all of it was coming from a mental cage, wrapped up by chains. Chained, scrawny, delicate pair of hands clasping against his body, reeling him in further and further into the darkness...

And now? It’s free.

Brisk steps marched over towards the mansion, listening to the hollering of the winds surrounding him, blasting against him ferociously and syncing in with his speed. Sooner or later, these same winds are going to wrap around him, twisting and turning into a funnel. One that will demolish everything in his path is nothing more but a second.

Without a moment of hesitation, he slammed his foot against one of the doors, swinging it open as he took a step forward. Craning his neck to the side, a grin spread across his muzzle. Only, it was malicious. Deranged. Unhinged. And anything but welcoming.

“Guess who’s hommme?��� he said, his sickeningly sweet and cheerful voice bouncing off the walls of the mansion, “Did anybody miss me?”

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 Wooden cabinets were swung off their hinges, slapping against the walls as gloved hands plunged themselves into them, making chip bags crinkle by the touch and having small containers collapse due to rummaging. Reaching in so far that one of his cheeks pressed against the cabinet, the speedster finally yanked out a bag of marshmallows out of said cabinet.

With a grin widening from ear to ear, he shoved the marshmallows in a small backpack, now nestled in between a canteen and a collection of twigs. Twigs that were free from any leaves ruining the charred sweetness of roasted marshmallows. Slinging the pack on his back after zipping it up, he headed to the front door, bursting it open and feeling frigid wisps of air brush harshly against his teeth.

But... You know what? He didn’t care. All he did was grab one of his red jackets, slam the door shut, and sped down the field.

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 A red & white striped scarf billowed in the wind, wrapping around the hedgehog’s neck as he perched himself upon a lamp post. With his fingers gripping onto the post with all of his might so he won’t fall & have gravity give him a new record for faceplants, he set his gaze to the sky. Or, more specifically: The moon.

News spread around that the moon’s phase tonight was supposed to be a full moon. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have the chance to be greeted with that kind of beauty anymore. His moon may consist of a wonderful, beaming powder white color & still contains some of its well-known craters, but it still lacked something... Its missing half.

Small, chip-sized remnants of that half were still next to the moon, but that did little to repair it. Heck, it’s beyond repair as of now. Sonic’s emerald eyes narrowed at that & his mouth curved into a scowl, recalling that one dreadful event that caused this very thing to happen.

...Only to allow that aggression to fade at an instant, leaving him with nothing more but a heavy sigh. To say that the speedster missed how the moon used to look like was an understatement. While he didn’t have much to say about the tides, the fact that the moon’s destruction messed with wildlife still didn’t sit well with Sonic. Not like it ever will.

Shutting his eyes tightly, he shook his head, leaping off of the lamp post as he headed for the fields. A little warp ring is being held in one of his hands. Looks like he wants to pay one of his inter-dimensional friends a visit...

Or maybe to see a full moon again but in another dimension.

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how pure are you? 

“What can I say? Da results never lie...”

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 “I wonder how my friends are gonna surprise me this year. An even bigger cake? A lifetime supply of chili-dogs? Or maybe somethin’ along da lines of goin’ even further with my speed? Heh, I’ll see what they’ll come up with!”

Looks like someone is thrilled with their birthday. Though, it still pegged him that he’s getting older by the years passing by. He didn’t like getting to be too old but... If he’s getting old, then that means Eggman is getting old. & that’s good enough for Sonic.

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✪ FATHER’S DAY DRABBLE ✪ | Companion piece to this

 Sonic couldn’t sleep again. It wasn’t because of nightmares or worried thoughts that drill into his head; no. It was because of something else... Some other kinds of thoughts that decided to eat up his insides & left his brain beaten by said thoughts. It was such a pain that he laid awake & sprawled across his bed with his skinny arms & legs spread out; his viridescent eyes locked onto the sight of the ceiling. 

A frustrated yet fatigued sigh escaped from him, complete with the narrowing of his eyes & a pout to purse his lips. Chaos, he hated this. He hated how this happened. He downright hated when stuff worried him like this, he could barely function, let alone allow himself to drift off into a deep sleep. 

& yet what made it worse was the fact that this time, he knew the reason why. & he knew it was coming. He saw the day marked on the calendar, all marked in bold, black letters. Sunday, June 17th. Father’s Day. What he would give in order to visit his biological father. Chaos, he would even beg Amy to dye his quills hot pink to gain that wish. 

He brought his knees to his chest, turning over to his side as he brought his attention to the window of his room. Spotting those milky white rays bringing illumination into the dark room urged him to burst out of the door again & stargaze to get rid of these thoughts... But as much as it’s in his desire, he couldn’t. The pain of these thoughts gave him such an ache that he could feel it physically. An ache that left him breathless or curling into a ball. & the source of that pulsing pain is right in the center of his chest.

What's a father like? That’s the question that kept him awake, that kept invading his thoughts as the day came closer & closer. He doesn’t know what to do, what to do in order to once again drive away from this topic. Of course, he could tug his little brother along with him, doing activities again to keep his mind off from it.

But how long can he do it before it hurts much more? How long will it take for Tails to question this stuff too? & how long will it take to gain the answers he’s been seeking for his entire childhood? Answers he’s been dreading about his family? He wasn’t so sure & he doesn’t know whether he wants to keep it that way or not. 

& so, without a second thought, he slipped his sneakers on & took a run outside, speeding by in nothing but a light blue light trailing among the quiet night. & by morning, he would be tucked up in bed, with his knees still brought up to his chest. 

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 Cue the near ear-splitting revving of an engine; an engine that belonged to a shiny blue car that’s prepared to race around the whole track. Chaos, does it feel great to be in this vehicle again. With an excited grin, Sonic gripped tightly against his wheel, & slammed his foot against the accelerator, blasting down the track at no time at all. 

“Woohoo!” Guess someone is thrilled for the next racing tournament.

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 ✪ BELATED MOTHER’S DAY DRABBLE ✪

 It’s not unusual when a speedy blue hedgehog departs from his bed & burst out the door to run outside in order to escape his thoughts. In fact, it’s something that’s been very recent & it derived from one holiday that has been on the back of his mind. It’s from a thought that has become so irritable & bothersome, like chewed up gum on the bottom of a shoe. 

He’s been asked so many questions several times throughout the holiday & they all centered on one topic: About his mother. He attempted to avoid them like the plague, coming up with excuses to be elsewhere, & even stating in two words: “No comment.”

& yet - His mind couldn’t stop dwelling on it. Those questions came back at him at full force when he was asleep & invaded into his dreams where he can gain peace but there was no avail that could save him this time. Chaos... Why must he continue to think & think & think about this one little thing that isn’t as crucial as compared to other things that affected his life? But, has become crucial... Just like all the other things.

Puffing out a heavy sigh, the hero stood his back up, away from lying down on the shingles of the roof he was residing on & preventing said back from getting a horrible ache. His fatigued grassy green eyes focused on the peculiar moon that still has one of its halves cleaned off by a dastardly doctor. Ugh... He would rather deal with Eggman than deal with this right about now.

“It’s Mother’s Day, Sonic The Hedgehog! What are you doing for your mother on this fine day?”

 Mother... Mother... Did he even have a mother? He assumed maybe the guardian that raised him back at Christmas Island was... But the thing is, she was a surrogate, taking care of him the moment she heard his wails when he was a baby. Where was his biological mother? & whatever happened to her? & his father? & perhaps even his family? 

Will he even know about his parents someday? About the mystery that he’s been hoping to answer since he was a little boy?

He sighed again, shaking his head at these thoughts. Dear Gaia, he just wanted to give it a full blown rest, & yet he couldn’t. He definitely couldn’t. & he couldn’t now until the holiday is over... Or until those darn contemplations escape his mind. He’s not going to wait until then... Heck no. 

& thus, he hopped off of the roof he laid on, zipping through the plains of the night & eventually returning back to his little brother’s workshop. He doesn’t know about his mother, but he knew that he could be one for his brother. Not exactly the mother, but a guardian that the two-tailed fox never thought of wanting to have. 

“You’re my Mom, my Dad, and my picket fence!”

& that’s what he wants to remember the day by.

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 “It jus’ had ta be dat time of da year, huh?” 

 Sonic The Hedgehog was sprawled on the couch that resided in his little brother’s workshop, having an entire box of tissues right next to him along with crumbled tissues filled with disgusting mucus. Blech. His smaragdine eyes were red-ringed, watery, & puffy, just from how often he sneezed today. If he had a red hue on his cheeks, he would have been mistaken as someone who just caught a cold. He sniffled, groaning from the bottom of his sore throat in irritation. Why oh why did it have to happen right here & right now? 

 Now, it’s going to be much more difficult having to enjoy a season he loved while suffering from sneezing when in contact with any pollen outside. This was just great. Just great. The hero huffed, folding his arms as he sunk deeper into his seat, pursing his lips in a pout. “Now how am I supposed ta smell flowers now?” he complained through a nasally voice, “Da least I can do is take dat darn pill... Ughhh, gross but if it’ll keep Tails from forcin’ it down my throat, then s’ worth a shot - I hope.”

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“Oof!”

There went a snowball planting on the back of his head. Sporting a grin, he grabbed one of his own snowballs, ready for an act of playful revenge to commit to the one who attacked him. Oh-ho yeah, this is going to be fun! Making igloos & snowmen could be cool, but nothing beats a snowball fight!

“Heh, good shot… But let’s see if you could prepare for this…”

& that’s when he started chucking his frosty weapon.