Welp, this is it folks!

Now, I know this is a pretty intense scene, but do you all remember that scene where Elise (Sonic 06) dies because Sonic couldn’t make it to Eggman’s airship in time before it exploded?

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Even though this game probably isn’t canon to the Sonic timeline isn’t canon, I wanted to point out the amount of pain he felt after realizing he couldn’t save her. If Silver hadn’t suggested the option to use the Chaos Emeralds to travel back in time to prevent Elise’s death, Sonic would’ve had to live with the fact that he couldn’t protect her like he promised he would.

I also want to mention the episode in Sonic X where Sonic literally gets BEATEN UNCONSCIOUS by one of Eggman’s robots in an attempt to save Chris even though he knew he probably didn’t stand a chance at save him… BUT YET HE STILL RISKED HIS LIFE. 

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Hell, look at the way Sonic goes back to save Tails after he got knocked down by Storm the Albatross in the Sonic Riders intro. In that game, Sonic mainly cared about being faster than Jet, but yet when it came to helping Tails, he didn’t even hesitate to do it.

The point I’m trying to make is that Sonic naturally does whatever he can to save others no matter what it takes and when he realizes that he couldn’t save someone… it tears him apart inside. 

So imagine what kind of pain he probably felt realizing there was literally nothing he could do to save his friend from being obliterated into oblivion.

However, things weren’t exactly going according to plan. They both didn’t believe in the whole soulmate ordeal and would do anything to prove it was rubbish. 

Charles looked at his wrist and noticed there were only two hours left. He had invited his best friend over to watch a few movies so he could bear witness to his genius. 

“Let’s order some pizza”, Patrick said, rubbing his belly. 

“No. Not yet. Two more hours”

“Oh c’mon. Dirk couldn’t possibly be your soulmate”

“I know I know. But the government will probably send a replacement just this once, delay the delivery by two hours, and make me believe the pizza delivery girl is my soulmate.”

“You do you. You do you, man’. Patrick grabbed the remote and started zapping again. 

“Quite weird that there isn’t a single channel up tonight”, he said as he kept pushing the buttons on the remote.

Charles walked over to the window and said “Government must have cut the wires so I go outside” as he peeked out of the curtains, scanning the street for any suspicious activity. 

Rosalie’s parents had filed for divorce when she was six. Soulmates couldn’t be real. She was certain of it. And what did fate have to do with love? How can something that is shapeless and flows freely be predetermined? It’s just a ploy from the government to fill the void in the heart of men. So we can be more productive. No more worries about love. You are all set. Your need for love is fulfilled. Now work. 

The doorbell rang. 

Rosalie opened the door and was met with three men standing on her front porch. One of them was holding a camera and the other a microphone. 

“Hello, young lady, are you Rosalie? If so, I have very good news for you! You just won $2 million!” said the man holding the microphone, eagerly awaiting her answer.

“Oh no! Rosalie was the previous owner of this house. She must have forgotten to update her personal details,” she said, looking frightened. “Now if you will excuse me, I have a pie to bake” and she closed the door. 

‘What in the world is going on’, she thought, leaning and panting against the door. ‘For the government to go this far, it’s insane.’

Since the TV wouldn’t work, Charles and Patrick decided to play poker. 

“Playing poker with just the two of us is kinda…”, said Patrick, mindlessly staring out in front of him. It was obvious he was getting quite tired of hearing Charles’ conspiracy theories. 

“You know what. Let’s raise the stakes. If I win, I get nothing. But if you win, you’ll get $20″ Charles said pleadingly. 

“You sure are determined about this whole thing. Alright”

Charles was just about to shuffle the cards when a squeaky sound came from under the table. 

“Let me take a look,” said Patrick as he bent over on one knee to see what was down there “I can’t see a thing. I need a flashlight. Give me my phone”

Charles grabbed Patrick’s phone from the table and handed it to him. The peeping noise seemed to multiply rapidly and soon it didn’t only come from underneath the table. 

“Mice!” said Patrick. 

“I know” squeaked Charles, retreating as far as he possibly could in his chair. 

“There are hundreds of them”, Charles said looking horrified. Where do they all come from?”

“I have no idea. Open the door. Either the mice of we get out” 

“Can’t. Can’t.” Stammered Charles. “Can’t let the government win.”

Patrick worked his way over to Charles around the table, who sat like a baby in his chair, rocking back and forth and having a panic attack. Mice scurried across the table and the floor.

“I am going to open a window, Charles, you need some fresh air”

“Don’t” exclaimed Charles, but Patrick had already opened the window.

“See, nothing bad is happening”

“Close the window right now!” But it was too late. Just when Patrick wanted to close the window a flock of birds flew through the window and inside the living room. 

Rosalie was reading a book while she waited for the oven to finish preheating. She looked at the clock. In thirty-five minutes the government would fail. She couldn’t possibly meet her ‘soulmate’. After the camera crew had left, she started moving the furniture and looked for wooden beams, nails, steel wire and other things to barricade the house with. 

The rain pattered against the windows. She loved that sound. It made her feel peaceful. She wrapped herself in a blanket and continued reading her book. She was turning the pages when she noticed a peculiar smell coming from the kitchen. She shot up from the sofa and hurried toward the kitchen. Smoke was blurring her vision but she could clearly make out that a fire was raging in her kitchen. 

She made for the front door she had just barricaded. She jerked, kicked and bashed but the door wouldn’t budge. The flames were closing in. 

The entire house was in utter chaos. Mice peeped and birds tweeted and shrieked. Patrick had to cover his ears. He looked at Charles who sat limply in his chair, birds pecking away at his head. First, Charles had gone into shock and then fainted. Charles was terrified of mice. Patrick didn’t have another choice but to call for an ambulance. The ambulance came and carried Charles into the back of the van. There were only 20 minutes left.

Rosalie had managed to get herself out of the house. But not unscratched. Her ankle had caught on fire for a short time and her hands and forearms were covered in blood and cuts from her attempts to unbarricade the door. The neighbor saw her laying flat-out on a grassy patch in her garden and went over to see what was going on. Upon seeing the critical state Rosalie was in, she called for an ambulance.

An ambulance dispatcher called the ambulance who was about to pick up Charles and informed them that there was a girl about four blocks away in need of immediate treatment. 

Rosalie could hear the sirens wailing in the distance. The grass was now flashing red and green. The men got out and carried her on a stretcher to the back of the van. She noticed another guy was already in the back, lying unconscious, a man monitoring his heartbeat at his side. She looked at her wrist. The mark had disappeared