#Imagining him abandoned and injured with no one before sonic met him makes me wanna cry sm

[xx-alice-in-wonderland-xx]

Who Knew You Could Find Family In Such Thing Like A Trash Can?

It was a typical November night - the rain was pouring like there was no tomorrow, like the Earth had shrivelled and dried up to a crisp and was in desperate need of hydration, much to the dismay of a blue hedgehog. My quills are gonna be soaked by the time I get home was what ran through the hedgehogs head. All of his fur was flat and damp, only his jacket shielded his torso from the water, but that was drenched.

His pace speeded as the rain worsened. He considered using his speed, but he didn’t want to accidentally run into a puddle and spray water all over himself. His only shortcut was through an alleyway. Not his first choice, but all he could think about was getting home and snuggling under his nice, warm blankets.

However, all his thoughts of warmth and home soon vanished from his brain as a noise caught his attention. A certain baby noise. His ears twitched to hear where the sound was coming from. The noise died down, only to return soon after. It couldn’t have been coming from a little kid sonic thought, if it was a kid they’d have surely said a few words and not just babbles. It had to be a baby. His eyes scanned the area, analysing everything in sight. He look over everything multiple times, but no prevail. That was until he saw a golden yellow ear peek from behind a trash can, and then quickly scurry back behind it. Sonic quickly rushed towards it, being cautious. He didn’t want to scare this thing off. He crouched to his knees, shifting the trash can to the side, and revealing a baby fox.

Its fur was mattered and concealed in dirt, newly made wounds dying the gold a deep red. The white patches of fur on its muzzle and stomach was both a light red, and a deep brown. Huge eyes gleamed at sonic, fear and despair smothering the sky blue iris’s as tears were on the brink of spilling. Wounds, gazes and cuts covered every inch of the young foxes body. Its skin and fur was basically see through as you could see the bones peaking out of the flesh, especially on its stomach. The way the young fox clutched its hand and the ribs pointing out of its stomach were all signs of broken bones. How long had this kid been here? What happened to it? Who did this to it?

Sonic moved closer and closer to the fox with the utmost care and caution. “Hey, hey it’s okay.” Sonic urged as the fox urgently moved back. He reached a hand out to try and get the fox to trust him, taking in the size of the kid. He was less that double the size of sonic large hands, couldn’t be older than at least a 2 year old, and even that was a stretch. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” Sonic whispered as the baby trembled. Its eyes looked at him wide with fear as the young fox buried its head in his hands and shielded himself with its tail, and that was when sonic noticed it. The two tails, made up of more scars and injuries than fur. Then it all clicked. A young, no, baby fox having been abandoned and clearly abused multiple times didn’t happen in green hill. And the two tails, with more cuts than his whole body explained it all.

Multiple cries escaped the foxes mouth, possibly pleading to not be hurt like it had been countless times before, breaking sonics heart. Despite its terrible condition, the fox was bloody adorable with its large eyes and massive ears, the tail tails actually adding to its cuteness instead of taking away.

Sonic reached up to pick up the young fox, being as gentle and careful as he could as to not hurt the baby. The fox shook and trembled with sonics hand going along with it. “Hey, it’s okay little Buddy, you’re fine. You’re safe.” He comforted the young fox, which lead to the foxes cries dying down to whimpers. Sonic pulled the fox to his chest, resting his head onto the top of his head, cradling his head and body. He realised how light the baby was, making sonic 99% sure it was due to months of starvation and abuse the fox endured.

Sonic rested him on his lap before taking his jacket off (despite it being soaked with rain), and wrapping the baby with it. Yeah, it was cold and wet, but it was better than nothing. He rose to his feet, once again cradling the fox against his chest.

“You’re coming home with me, bud.”