A tragedy...

Sonic gives a grunt when he finishes, still not all too trusting of him. His body tense as he turned away from him, ears pushed back slightly. Shortly after their interaction, the world around them seemed to shake, dust falling from the ceiling due to it. He turns slightly, watching Rex out of the corner of his eyes, acting as if nothing was happening. Those explosions up above were a daily occurrence here, and he had grown use to it.

( sorry it is late i only just noticed)

Amy held her wrist with her hand and looked at it, it looked pretty bad with cuts and bruises “I-I’m fine, don’t worry about me”

“Interesting.” Yeah, definitively not his own alternate, he would’ve acted in a completely different way, but something shockingly startled him as he widened his eyes.

Hold on, Sonic?…..Where did he hear that? Sonic…..Sonic……Wasn’t that the name of sound- Then, suddenly out of nowhere, it hit on him hardly. Firstly Shard mistaken him, then two pink lupines and a few more in row. Slowly he was beginning to comprehend the resemblance of that blue hedgehog. Since his dangerous encounter with Scourge, he couldn’t be…. Could be? 

"Ah, Sonic! You have no idea how much I was hoping to face my own alternate.” With a small visible disappointed huff, he couldn’t help but reply unintentionally in an unimpressive tone. Of course he wasn’t expecting to meet his future nephew after all when he heard a few stories from the time travelers.

"And speaking of me," He paused the middle of his sentence for a moment before went on furthermore. "If you want to know, go ahead and risk yourself." After shrugging the initial shock off, a playful smirk spread immediately across his muzzle.

His foot begins to tap impatiently, arms crossing over each other in front of his chest. Waiting for the other to speak more, cause honestly, this conversation wasn’t going anywhere fast, and he had much more important things to do then talk to some pipsqueak like this guy.

Momentarily he stops his quick tapping, blinking puzzled when this other blue hedgehog suggest that he start guessing who he was. Was he not a Sonic alternate then like he guessed already? Well, who else could he be other than an alternate of himself? He didn’t know any others that could be a blue hedgehog other than…wait.

Sonic gasps at the presence of… himself in front of him. He quickly dismisses the notion and puts a gloved hand to his head and shuts his eyes.

Hesitance? Greif? An emotional void?

Another pause after his name was spoken. It almost scared him; he had to remind himself that this was an alternate. This other blue hedgehog didn’t know what this meant, and for him, it didn’t mean anything.

…He wondered how that was. How was it that things were so different between them in other alternate realities? This entire zone-hopping, alternate-meeting experience was confusing…

Dangerous…

Yet not unpleasant, thus far. He smiled back a little, harboring a warm expression as the blue hero extended his hand. He accepted the gesture, giving his hand a shake. ”The pleasure is mine, Sonic. You’re free to call me Shadow, if it’s easier… It’s still my name.” He was a little bit surprised to be asked how he was doing. He didn’t know why. Thinking a bit harder about it, it seemed a somewhat natural evolution of conversation. He frowned a little. “Well…”

He wasn’t sure what to say. “I’ve been better… A lot goes on in this zone. People go missing…” He suddenly took a good look around.

Nothing.

He returns the shake vigorously, “Whatever you feel most comfortable with me calling you is alright. Though I have a feeling you rather be called Ryan, am I right?”

His hand drops back to his side when the handshake finished, expecting to have a just as joyful conversation in turn. Instead, the other had frowned in turn of him asking how he was doing. Perhaps he shouldn’t have?

His expression jerks into one of something between shock and surprise. People going missing? Now that was something that should be concerning. He knew he shouldn’t get involved with other zones, but it was like his natural instinct to want to help those who need it, even if they didn’t want it.

He opens his mouth to speak, except the Shadow alternate suddenly looks around. Confusing him, one ear perks to listen for oncoming footsteps, or something to tell him that someone else was with them.

Nothing.

He heard nothing of the sorts, confusing him further, until, that is, Ryan gave him an explanation of something along the line of hoping someone would show up. He respects his wishes of not asking more questions about it.

-He adjusted his open collared shirt, hiding a good sum of scars with it. And idly fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves. Ears flicking as he looked up to the other in question.

Wasn’t someone he knew.

Seemed to be an alternate.

Not one he’s met before. Seeing a brown scarf, and a scar running down his side.

His ears flicking as he analyzed the other for a moment, before giving a nod of acknowledgement.

Still being unable to speak until further notice. He flipped his notepad open to a blank page, and wrote one word on it, before turning it over to show his greeting to the other.

'Doleo, Alternate.

Would you like to play a game?’

A simple question, from a simple want to waste some time with somebody who would want to.

Though, he wasn’t sure how the other would react.

His own ears flick in turn to the other, in sign that he had acknowledged the other. He couldn’t help but notice the other blue hedgehog fiddle with the cuff of his sleeves, and wondered for a moment if he was hiding something. He knew better then to ask about it, he didn’t want to upset him right off the start of meeting him.

Blinking, he waits for his alternate to speak first, as he was the one to approach him. Instead, he brought out a notepad and began to scribble something. Only holding it up to him a moment later. His eyes scan the paper for a moment before he looks back up at the other.

( sorry it is late i only just noticed)

Amy held her wrist with her hand and looked at it, it looked pretty bad with cuts and bruises “I-I’m fine, don’t worry about me”

Amy decides to sit next to him and give Sonic her wrist there was no point in fighting about it “I know but…it’s not that bad,” She averted her gaze to the side not wanting to look at him.

( sorry it is late i only just noticed)

Amy held her wrist with her hand and looked at it, it looked pretty bad with cuts and bruises “I-I’m fine, don’t worry about me”