TRUE ORIGIN

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Disclaimer: Sonic belongs to Sega and Sonic Movie 2020 belongs to Paramount

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Genre(s): Hurt/Comfort

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Warning(s): Typo is my most loyal fan, spelling mistakes because English is not my mother language, Possibly OOC. NO BETA, so beware of grammar mistakes

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Summary: Sonic never questioned the unique power he has; his ability to run in a speed of sound or the blue lightning that sprouted from within his being whenever he experienced any negative emotions, sad or angry.

He should. He really should.

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Because maybe, maybe, he could stop this from ever happening.

Where the tribe of Mobius—Echidna. The one who was seeking his power for whatever reason. The one who killed his previous mother figure—managed to locate him and took his new family hostage.

The blue hedgehog didn't really pay any attention to what they were saying for the past couple of minutes (about Sonic's true identity, that he was actually a Chaos Emerald but in a Mobius body because Longclaw—the thief—wished for a company. The emerald granted her said prayer. About Sonic's first breakdown after the baseball fiasco. Alerting, not only the Earth government, but also the rest of the Chaos Emeralds that were, fortunately, still protected by the Echidna. They reacted viciously, longingly, to the existence of their long-lost brother). No, he didn't care. Didn't listen to any of that word vomit (bunch of bullcrap anyway. Sonic is Sonic. He is a hedgehog. A living being. Not a pretty stone). He only cared about the fact that a bunch of these red jerks was holding Tom, Maddie, and Ozzie captive. Pointing their dangerous spear to their head, tying them up with a rope like mere garbage. Threatening his precious people—

"Let them go," Sonic snarled, quills sparkling with ethereal shine.

"Please, you have to understand," a creature around his age—Knuckle, he called himself—raised a beautiful jewel from his back pocket for the world to see. Somehow, it locked Sonic's movement. Forcing him to stay in place and prohibiting him from using his super-powered legs (what is that green emerald anyway? How could it stop him from moving even a single digit?), "everything is for the greater good. This is for your own good"

"Screw your ridiculous belief! That's my family you're messing up with!" he spat, green eyes turned to deadly blues. Ozzie was growling, Maddie was unconscious, Tom was struggling, trying to set himself free and every single thing just fuelled Sonic's anger even more—. Crackle, crackle, the energy echoed, the air shimmered. Every Echidnas present worriedly stepped back when the blue blur slowly, yet surely, escaped from their magic confinement with determination alone. The lightning exponentially grew, the danger level intensified till it choked their respiratory and Knuckle gulped, forehead sweated in trepidation, "let. Them. Go."

"Sonic—" the very reality itself was breaking.

"I said LET THEM GO!"

PRAAAANGG

And nothing was holding him down any longer.

"The servers are the seven Chaos. Chaos is power. Power is enriched by the heart. For the sake of the worlds altogether—" Knuckle chanted frantically, eyes widened in fright as Sonic—furious beyond reason and, more importantly, out of the clutch of whatever-magic that bound him away—was almost upon him. The green stone shone, brightening the bleak room and blinding the occupants around, "STOP THE CHAOS EMERALD"

WHOOSH

CRASH PRANG

BAM

Then silence.

Nobody moved, nobody spoke. They held their breath and waiting for the smoke to billow out. When no shape appeared from behind the dust, the Echidnas simultaneously let out a relieved sigh. While the officer of a small town, the only one who was conscious and saw the whole thing occurred, could only widen his eyes in horror. The dog let out a forlorn whimper.

"Good job, Knuckle," the leader of the small tribe—Tikal—tiredly congratulated her man as she picked up the unconscious Sonic from beneath the upturned furniture. She carried him bridal style, staring straight at his half-opened lids and blank gaze, jaw slightly open. A look of pity flashed upon her complexion and she whispered, "I can't blame Longclaw for everything. But her selfish desire was the cause of this…unfortunate misery."

"Wishing for him to never be born to this world is cruel too, Ms. Tikal," one of the subordinates pointed out.

"I know. But giving him false hope of a normal life is its own torture as well."

Knuckle wiped his sweaty face with the back of his hand and sighed, now approaching the horrified human to finish up this important job. Tom finally broke. Crying big, fat tears, begging for the creature of the other world to stop this madness, "please," his voice cracked, orbs reddened and expression was so heart wrenching, "please. Don't take my son away from me…"

The red echidna closed his eyes, Master emerald let out its shine for the second time. When everything was engulfed in its bright light once again, obscuring everyone's limited sight, he heard Knuckle spoke—soft and regretful—

"I'm sorry."

Before everything turned white.

And the Wachowski family knew no more.

As the couple woke up from their slumber, they felt dried tears decorated their complexion, unknowing despair hung upon the air. In wasn't just them. For some reason, every citizen of the Green Hill Montana felt sad all of sudden, heart heavier and spirit less whole.

(They never knew they had lost something precious. Something important)

(The existence of a rambunctious, energetic alien was forgotten)

(Sonic was no longer remembered)

In a land of green checkered ground and loop-de-loop, far into the underground of a secret base, a blue hedgehog was held inside a static tube. Unmoving. Sleeping.

Never to wake up.

(A/N): I really like this headcanon and I hope it's actually canon when the Sequel roll around the corner -w-