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heckinconfusedparade · 2 years ago

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I have a writing prompt for you! It's just a comfort fic of Nine helping Sonic as the blue blur gets fatally wounded (like idk stabbed in the stomach or something). So Sonic has to rest and heal but the speedster is restless and wants to help the rebels or help fix the world (probably both) but Nine refuses because he doesn't want Sonic to reopen his wound, so after begging doesn't work, Sonic tries sneaking out but is caught everytime. Then he has a horribly vivid nightmare about the rebels and his friends so when he gets caught sneaking out again he has an emotional breakdown. Comfort then ensues.

Deep Wounds Inside and Out

CW: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND MAJOR MAIN CHARACTER INJURY. GRAPHIC NIGHTMARE DEPICTING MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. I PUT RED TEXT LIKE THIS BEFORE AND AFTER THE NIGHTMARE JUST LISTEN TO THAT

Sonic hadn’t realized his injury at first. He is used to getting hit during battle, so he didn’t think to look down. The badnik that had hit him has already been destroyed by Sonic, so he didn’t see the blood on the robots arm.

Adrenaline still rushing through his body, pain was not present, but the warmth of his blood slowly trickling from the centre of his torso and the cold wind hitting his wound were.

Sonic spots Nine fighting off some Badniks. One is getting too close for comfort, so Sonic takes care of it, hitting it with a spin dash. Nine turns to thank Sonic, and his face suddenly drops when he sees Sonics current state. “What’s wrong?” Sonic follows Nines gaze to his chest.

When Sonic had been hit, the robots arm had stabbed him. The wound is deep and blood is leaving at an alarming rate as Sonics heart pumps faster and faster. Sonic laughs nervously “uh.. well. That’s not good.”

Nine panics and takes off his shirt and shoves it on Sonics wound in an effort to stop the bleeding. “Oi, what’s the holdup?” Knucks approaches the two, initially angry they had stopped fighting. Then he sees what’s happening. His body runs cold. Rebel soon joins and gasps. Sonic looks up at his friends. He coughs into his hand, then looks down in horror at his glove. Blood. He’s coughing up blood.

“Sonic, we have to get you help!” Nine places Sonics hand on the shirt to put pressure to stop the bleeding, or at least slow it down. Sonic wants to disagree, but he isn’t in the position to.

He tastes copper. His head is heavy.. sight slowly leaving him. The last thing he sees is Rebel running to find the Rebellion doctor, and terrified faces of Nine and Knucks before collapsing and losing consciousness.

Nine starts screaming, pleading for Sonic to come back, and that he needs him. He clutches the body of his first and only friend in his arms and feels his legs give way. Rebel comes rushing back with the doctor.

“Oh chaos, he’s not dead, is he?!” Rebel kneels down next to Sonic and Nine. Knucks tears his eyes away from the sight. He doesn’t want to look. He doesn’t want it to be real. A part of him feels like he had known Sonic for years. A part of him feels like Sonic is someone very important to him. The doctor checks his pulse “he’s still alive, but his pulse is weak,” the doctor instructs another rebellion member to lift up Sonic. Nine doesn’t give up easy, holding onto Sonic like a lifeline.

Knucks forced himself to look. He sees a terrified little boy. He crouches next to him “kid, let him go. Let the doc do what he needs to do.” Nine hesitantly let’s Sonic go. Sonic is quickly taken underground to safety.

Somewhere, Rusty, who is on the side of the Chaos Council, gets a glimpse at what’s happening. An unfamiliar feeling sweeps through her, and she feels something warm roll down her cheek. She touches the her cheek, and discovers that her organic eye is tearing up. She doesn’t understand this feeling or why her eye is leaking.. but she doesn’t like it.

Knucks and Rebel look at each other. Rebel tries to place her hand on Nines shoulder to comfort him, but Nine smacks her hand away.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME” Nine sneers. Terror has turned to rage. “THIS WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU COULDA JUST STAYED HIDDEN AND NOT HAD HIM FIGHT!” Nine screams through tears. He stands up. Knucks growls in anger and is about to lose his mind on this little kid, when Rebel shuts him down with a look. He sighs. This kid has just witnessed something horrifically traumatizing. Of course he’s going to be angry! Nine uses his mechanical tails to lunge away and completely destroy any robot who dares get in his way.

. . .

The battle is over before long and there’s a resting period. Rebel and Knucks return to base. They find the doctor who was waiting for them.

“How is he?” Knucks asks, preparing himself for the worst and planning how he’s gonna pass the news to the kid.

“It was a touch and go for a while. He lost a lot of blood. His heart gave out once.. Good news is, we finally managed to stabilize him and stitch up his injuries. They were very severe. He’s lucky to be alive.” the doctor says. The two breathe sighs of relief. Then the doctor continues “however, we’ve also found something very interesting. He appears to be healing at an abnormally fast pace. When he was stitched up, it only took an hour for his blood levels to return to normal.”

Knucks and Rebel are confused, but more thankful that the blue blur will be ok.

. . .

Rebel leaves Knucks to stay with Sonic who’s still asleep. Rebel attempts to find Nine’s lair, and after a while she manages to find it. She doesn’t know the code, so she knocks on the door, “Nine? It’s me, Rebel. Are you home?” Rebel listens for a moment. Bats have incredible hearing. She can hear him in there.. unless it’s an abnormally large rat. “Darling, I can hear you.. can I speak to you for a moment? Then I’ll leave you alone.”

The door slowly opens, but not all the way. Nine has replaced his shirt, and his eyes are red and puffy from crying, and his cheeks are still wet. “What do you want from me? Because Sonic is dead, you come crawling to me? After I left you to die in the Chaos Council HQ? Heh. You’re.. real dumb.” He tries to close the door, but Rebel pushes it back open, “Nine, Sonic isn’t dead, that’s what I came here to tell you.”

“What?” Nine squeaks out, not wanting to get his hopes up, “he’s.. no. You’re wrong. You saw his injuries. He’s dead.” He squeezes his eyes back shut in an effort to stop himself from crying again, “he’s gone. I’m alone again… I-I’m all alone.. again.. I’m an idiot. I’m an idiot for not realizing meeting him was too good to be true. And now.. those rotten egg bastards have signed their death warrant.” A hand is placed on his shoulder, making him jump. He’s about to pull away, but then he realizes that this hand is kind. This hand won’t hurt him. He opens his eyes to look at Rebel who’s still looking at him in kindness. His eyes meet hers. She’s telling him the truth.

“Nine. Sweetie. Sonic will be ok.. in fact, he’s apparently healing really fast!” Rebels words get a small chuckle out of Nine “everything about that guy is fast.”

Nine chooses to trust Rebel and prays that she’s telling him the truth. When they return to base, Sonic is wide awake and attempting to escape with Knucks and literally everyone else in the room trying to stop him. Nine feels a wave of relief wash over him “SONIC!” He runs over to Sonic with the biggest smile he’s had in years. Sonic looks down at him and smiles, then ruffles the fur on his little head “hey, lil buddy..” the sweet moment is interrupted by Knucks who is crossing his arms and looking pretty annoyed “oh good, you’re back. Tell this idiot to get back to bed. Sonic, you aren’t done healing. Your stitches will rupture. Do you hear me? Are my words connecting to you at all, or are they going in one ear and out the other?” Sonic rolls his eyes. Nine scoffs and taps his foot “go get rest you dope. You’re impossible, I swear.”

“But-“

“Sonic. Please?” Nine gives Sonic a pleading look. Sonic sighs and turns around and goes back to bed. Everyone’s thankful for this crusty yet adorable furball.

. . .

WARNING: NIGHTMARE FEATURING MAJOR CHARACTER DEATHS. SKIP TO THE NEXT . . . IF YOU DON’T WISH TO READ IT. Stay safe!

Sonic tries to leave again on multiple more occasions over the next 24 hours, but is stopped by whoever happens to be standing guard. This is annoying.

During one of his many naps, he has a nightmare.

It’s almost real.

Sonic wasn’t there to help. Sonic was late. Careless.

The scene in front of him shakes him to his very core.

The Rebellion fought without him. The streets are littered with bodies stained with blood. Sonic feels sick. Then he sees.. them. Rebel, Knucks, Rusty, and Nine.

Rebel was very clearly gone, having suffered a blast that made her torso lose its shape.

Rusty was completely destroyed. Her parts are scattered everywhere.

Knucks took a shot to the heart and head. He’s hardly recognizable. He was guarding someone, taking the fatal hit.

That someone is Nine. Nine tried to get away. Nine didn’t get far.. the poor kid. His mechanical tails are not on him, but spotted far away like they had been blasted off of him.. along with his real tails. He has a second injury like the one Sonic had suffered, but the wound goes right through his small body.

Sonic drops to his knees. He wants to scream, but feels like he can no longer breathe. He then sees Nine move a little. He runs over to him and holds him.

“S..so..nic..?” Nine says weakly.

“Nine! Nine, oh my chaos.. Nine, look at me! Can you hear me??” He’s shaking. Sonics watching his little brother die in his arms.

“..t..this..y-your fault..” is all Nine can say before going completely limp. Sonic feels like the air has been knocked out of him. He wants to cry and yell, but nothing is happening. Instead, the despair and misery press down on his ribs with vengeance. Nine was just a kid. His life had barely begun. He never got to see a brighter world.

Then, something weird. Everything is fading. Nine’s body is no longer in Sonics arms. Sonic stands up and looks around. He is sent somewhere else, the familiar green hills. He sees his friends, their normal selves.

“If only he had listened..” Rouge says.

“He seriously frustrates me. How can someone be so careless?” Knuckles said.

“G..guys?” Sonic calls out. He is ignored.

Amy scoffs “Sonic ruined everything. I say we drop him. We will do just fine without him.” she rolls her eyes. Sonic feels his heart drop. What are they saying?

“Guys, I’m right h-“ Sonic is cut off by Tails who says “He’s a crummy brother anyway.. he doesn’t listen to a word I say. I’ve forgiven him so many times, only for him to mess up again and again. I’m not sure why I still consider him a brother, much less family. He’s no hero. Just a fool in an invisible cape pretending to be one.”

Those words stung. Sonic knows he messed up. He broke the world. Sonic knows he doesn’t deserve forgiveness, but for his own friends to say these terrible things? His own little brother whom he has raised himself to say such hurtful things? Nothing feels right. He can’t believe it. But still, his heart is broken.

He wants to do something. He HAS to do something.

. . .

END OF NIGHTMARE

. . .

“Sonic? Soniiic?”

Hearing his name be called, Sonic wakes up with a start. Nine is by his bedside sighing in relief. Sonic reaches over and pulls Nine into a very tight hug. Nine isn’t quite sure what’s happening.. “Sonic.. Sonic my ribs-“ Nine is released.

“I’m sorry, Nine.. nightmare..” Sonic smiles sheepishly.

“Yea, no shit, you were tossing turning, and lookin all depressed. You looked dumb.” Nine teases, sitting down on the side of the bed. Sonic just smiles weakly.. Nine doesn’t need to know.

Nine decides to snooze in a chair, then wakes up to yet again another attempted escape. Sonics slowly making his way out. Despite his amazing physical healing progress, it still hurts. His whole body is screaming at him to go back to bed, but his will overpowers the drawback. Nine rushes to block the door, “excuse me, where do you think you’re going?”

Sonic looks down at him. It’s a sorry look. He gently pushes Nine out of the way, shocking the young fox. Nine shakes off the shock and grabs Sonics wrist “you can’t keep trying to leave! Do I have to remind you that you nearly DIED??” Sonic whips around to face Nine.

“Nine. Listen to me. I HAVE to go,” he takes his wrist from Nine’s grasp, “this is all my fault. What good have I done? I hurt my best friend, I broke some magic rock, I’m being tossed across the multiverse, and! And I left them all behind. All because I’m a reckless careless idiot. And now I’m also a liability! And that’s sooo much fun~ I do enjoy getting to sit there and watch you all risk your necks and possible march towards death! If you couldn’t tell, that was sarcasm.”

Nine processes all this. Sonics once warm green eyes have grown cold. The sparkle of hope they once had has faded. Nine knows he has to do something before this idiot goes out and gets himself killed! He hits a button that shuts the doors and covers them in a metal plate. These were security measure to ensure nothing gets in or out. Including Sonic. Sonic jumps back. He slowly turns to look at Nine “Nine. Nine, let me out. Please”

“Sorry. I can’t.. you’re too important.” Nine can’t look Sonic in his eyes. He doesn’t want to break.

“Nine. Nine, Please.. please..” Sonic sits down on the cold concrete floor. He’s not crying. He’s tired, and feels a little betrayed.

Nine sucks at comfort! But hey, worth a shot! “Sonic. You may be an idiot. In fact, you’re one of the biggest idiots I know. And yes, you may be reckless and careless. But you aren’t a liability. We just want you to be safe..” he sticks out his tongue in disgust “I sound like air supply.. disgusting. Hate positivity. So get the fuck up and get your ass right back into bed before I force you there! I’m doing this because I tolerate your existence!”

Sonic snickers a little “that might’ve been the worst pep talk I’ve ever received..” he takes a shaky breath. His throat feels funny. It hurts. He tries to hold back. Unfortunately, this time his body wins and his eyes fill with tears. He covers his face with his hands. He hates to cry, and he hates crying in front of others even more. Nine feels awkward, so he just pats his head “uh.. th-there there?? Dude, what’s wrong with you?” he’s trying to be affectionate. Sonic softly mourns the friends he lost. The friends who probably hate his guts right now. Nine stands there. There’s one more thing to try. He crouches down and hugs Sonic. Sonic tenses for a moment, surprised Nine is actually hugging him. He hugs Nine back tightly. Nine feels his shoulder and back get wet from the emotional instability of a blue speedy hedgehog. Nine leans his head on Sonic “I don’t want you to kill yourself by doing something stupid. I nearly lost you once, and I’m not letting it happen again. Over my dead body am I letting you out prematurely.”

Then Sonics breathing gets shallow and fast. He’s remembering his nightmare. He clings to Nine like a lifeline. Nine recognizes this. It’s an anxiety attack. He’s had plenty himself, but he just waits it out since it’s always been just him. He lets Sonic cling. Sonic doesn’t want to talk about the nightmare, but the images of his friends dead, and the sounds of his original friends discussing dropping him keeps playing through his head like a broken record.

Nine prepares for the worst. If he has to sit here for hours, he will. Thankfully, he doesn’t, but Sonic is still pretty shaken.

All this has tuckered out poor Sonic. As soon as that attack is over, he’s put back in bed and the doors are back to normal. Nine now refuses to leave his side.

Sonics thankful to have this crusty dude. What would he do without him?

#this might be the darkest thing I’ve wrote #hope you all enjoyed it!#cause I will not be doing it again!#sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime #nine sonic prime #nine the fox #miles nine prower #prime sonic #rebel rouge #renegade knucks #miles prower

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hailsatanacab · 1 year ago

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Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."