" 𝚂𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎! "

THREE HEDGEHOGS / ONE CAT / A JACKAL FROM HELL

𝚃𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙿𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎'𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗

INDEPENDENT / SEMI-SELECTIVE

CANON-DIVERGENT / HEAD-CANON BASED

4+ YEARS OF WRITING

MULTI MUSE / MULTI SHIP

Bred in the harsh lands of Lonestar Wilds and forced to always fight or die, the Legendary Outlaw was no nobody. His palms were blistered with experience. He knew not just how to wield a gun, but also how to make each bullet of his feel like a very extension of his soul. There was a trail of frontier glory to his name, for his title represented what it meant to be at the apex of the criminal world. Though 32 and by no means as young and spry as he might have been ten years earlier, the glint in his electric blue eyes carried with it the love for success.

And as fate would have it, his record was so damn fine that even the Devil would’ve blushed.

“Awww! Now ain’t YOU just theeeee CUTEST little spec’a shit, piss, an’ armpit litter that we’ve EVER done seen? Surely th’ ohhhhh-so LEGENDARY Sonic T. Hedgehit can cut th’ sass an’ LIVE a little? Y’know, fer someone meant t’be a world-class hero, yer PATHETIC.Ugly, too, but hey, it ain’t YER fault! Mommy an’ daddy PROLLY hit th’ bottle one too many times!”

He stepped forward and grinned. Then, with but a sole finger tipping his hat back into place, he cooed, “C’mon! Get it t’gether! YOU introduce YERSELF first, hero – have some damn STANDARDS or somethin’,” and then lit his cigarette with a match while winking at the other.

Nack didn’t need an introduction. He just desired to see Sonic, tap, tap, tap his feet at his tune alone.

In all honesty, Sonic wasn’t out to disrespect Nack’s experience. He’s traveled around enough to hear whispers and stories and all sorts of stuff about him. Some people were convinced he had two extra arms courtesy of Eggman because of just how skilled he was. Now, that doesn’t mean he has to like the way Nack uses his experiences.

After all, dude makes his living off hurting people. Or, at least, won’t shy away from it. Either way, it doesn’t mean Sonic has to like it. He can respect it, similar to how he respects Eggman’s genius but doesn’t respect the way it’s used.

Doesn’t matter if Nack’s record can make the devil blush, Sonic’s fought two different gods and won. So his record isn’t anything to laugh at either. Not that he was about to try and boast in front of someone who obviously has an ego bigger than the ARK, but still.

“ Y’know, if you actually knew me a little more, you’d know sass is like eighty percent of my personality. Besides, I’d say I live a pretty nice life already, getting to explore the world freely and all that. Pretty sure you’re banned from like... All the countries. ”

Despite his past, that jab at his parents didn’t get a single reaction out of Sonic. Most it got was an eye roll.

“ Oh wow. Master of insults right here. Want me to get you a crown to fit on top that hat of your’s or are you afraid it’ll distract everyone from your glowing personality? ” Sonic isn’t sure if he’s been this bored by an antagonistic force before, but damn, Nack’s really shooting for gold just... Not making him have any reaction.

Seeing the other light up a cigarette, Sonic rubs the fingers on his left hand together at high speeds, charging up his inherent electrokinetic powers, and then shooting off a small zap towards the other’s hand to get him to drop the cig.

“ In all my days of running, I’ve only run across two whole colleges. Weird, huh? ” Sonic says to no one as he quickly vaults over a lamp post just outside of the college campus he had stumbled across. When he’s alone he tends to talk to himself a little. Not too much, but enough for it to become noticeable.

Hitting the ground running, Sonic would expertly race through the new environment he had found, zipping between people just passing by and random objects and structures that got in his way. But you can’t sightsee and keep an eye on what’s ahead of you at supersonic speeds.

Which is why when he turned his attention away from a statue that had caught his eye while running through the campus back to the path in front of him, he’d be forced to come to a skidding halt, the heels of his soap shoes dragging against the asphalt of the walkway, inches away from colliding with two people just going about their day.

“ Hey there! ” Sonic would approach the other from the side, slowing to a stop from the slight jog he was approaching them with. And yes, a slight jog, even by non-super speed terms. Not an ounce of super speed was poured into his pace.

After all, he had no reason to speed up to the other after all.

“ Give it to me straight man. ”

Sonic stood just far enough back that he didn’t have to look up at the other while he spoke. The only thing Nack had over the hedgehog was height, and that was only by three inches max. A heroic spirit, super speed, and actual empathy won out over probably owning way too many guns and an ego any day.

Not that Sonic didn’t have a bit of an ego but that’s just what happens when you save the world multiple times before you even turn eighteen.

@victimsofchance​ said: "I need to ask you something Sonic, how long do you really think you can keep this up? being a hero and fighting off the doctor? Not that I mean any disrespect but things were cut close, too close the last time and it boggles my mind that you don't just end him and prevent any future risk of him returning to reign havoc yet again It will only end with one or the other being destroyed, personally I'd prefer it to be the doctor to meet his end rather than you."

“ Wow... Harsh... And long-winded... ” Sonic states, trying to avoid the question entirely. How does he even answer any of this? He doesn’t know how to. Was there a right answer to this sort of question?

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