#( Welp; least we know that any and all Sonics; even the au ones; do reckless shiz lol )

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“Hello Princess”

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 Water.

It’s the building block of life. The one component, composed of both hydrogen and oxygen, blended into a perfect mix that is responsible to all life on the planet. It comes in all shapes and variations, sometimes bringing survival to nearby inhabitants, or spelling doom for creating another world under the deep.

Rolling waves crawled up on the eroded shore, smothering seashells, turtles, and anything else with its salt. The same kind of salt a mother would tell their son not to tip over the table, or otherwise, he would have gotten bad luck.

Yet, the one person who has bad luck around here is the Blue Blur himself, surrounded by a flock of tropical birds pecking on his sides, seeing as if the creature would either stir or it would become the next meal for the seagulls’ lunch. The insistent poking to his sides caused his eyebrows to narrow, thus making him utter a raspy groan.

In turn, the birds shrieked, and have gone to retreat back to the settlement in their nests that resided on the local palm trees, leaving the poor guy to be alone and to hopefully, hopefully, wake up.

While his sneakers, now tucked behind a rock that was only fifteen inches from the shore, was only covered in grains of sand, his body was pummeled by the element. He knew it was. He felt it all with him being swished around, thrown around like a ragdoll, and spit out of the ocean, having him being dragged on the land. And yet, when he’s safe like he is now, it still felt like it’s still happening.

He all but snapped his grassy green eyes opened, and can’t help but screw one of them shut for a reason. He can’t tell. He can clearly see in that one, but it just hurt to open it. Why? He wasn’t so sure. Unbeknownst to him, a red line was drawn across that eye. Not enough to permanently damage it, but also not enough to be harmless. It was sure gonna need some ice to patch that up.

His sight searched left, then right, finding nothing but discarded seashells and coconuts. He’s surprised the islanders of Adabat never found him, but maybe that was the thing: He was so lost that he couldn’t be found. Or… maybe the ocean drifted him so far away. He… he really can’t tell.

He just couldn’t.

A torrent of coughs spurred out of him like it was out of reflex or instinct. Or both. He brought his bruised knees close to his chest, shivering when the tides slapped against him again and again, clumping his fur and feeling like he’s been dipped in the glacial water.

However, before he can properly lift himself up from this disaster, grab his shoes, and then dash back to the town before anyone notices, two figures appeared in his vision. One taller and one smaller, eyes both tainted with nothing more but concern.

The hero’s hand gripped tightly on his scarred arm, sinking his face into it and feeling ashamed. Ashamed for daring to combat his fear in such a dangerous matter. Ashamed for dealing with that Dark Gaia sea monster in the ocean and becoming a punching bag for the sea. It was all but a terrible, terrible idea, but he couldn’t say anything to a pair of arms lifting him up from the beach. He bonked his head against the older hybrid’s shoulder, finally feeling safe after all what transpired last night.

“I’m sorry…” was the last word Saber spoke before everything went black.