#and extensive internal screaming...

It proved to be the easiest thing to do… nothing. Simply sitting on his hunches and waiting passively for the tension to die down between the two canine-like types, and for realization to dawn on the tiny creature that he meant no harm. It seemed to be working, the little male’s brows knitting together in confusion at Sonic’s behavior, before amber eyes widened a second later. Red-violet fur peeked out from behind the stone and cautiously tip-toed closer, visibly ready to sprint if the need would arise.

Although excited at his progress, Sonic steeled himself and resisted any temptation to greet the creature again; that reaction would only be his downfall. Tentatively walking closer, the small creature stopped about a foot away and curiously warbled another line of nothingness. Sonic frowned at the garbling but sensed the meaning through the little one’s tone and voice. Pulling his ears back and smoothing out his fur, Sonic stooped down and rumbled softly, making sure to hide his fearsome fangs from sight. The small creature tilted its head slightly before baring its stubby canines and beaming happily. Enlightened by this accomplishment, Sonic’s tail happily wagged behind him, the whirlwind stirring up swaying grass, and he leaned forward to sniff his new acquaintance. The bubbly little male laughed at the touch and gently shoved Sonic’s muzzle back a few paces, still giggling to itself.

An energizing warmth swelled in Sonic’s chest that trailed down to his speedy tail and he panted excitedly, happy to have changed the little guy’s mind of him. Little guy? He paused from his playfulness and perked up, gazing at the rising sun poking over the horizon and the light encompassing such brilliant beauty. That same warmth seemed to have spread throughout his body and now was basking him in its heat, a sudden new awareness taking place in his mind all the while. By the time the light and warmth dissipated from his body, thousands of questions came tumbling through his mind, more specifically… What just happened? He peered down at his form and was surprised to see his original cobalt fur coating his body, along with peach arms and a tan stomach painting his features. His brows knitted together again. “Wha—” He felt for his throat in alarm. He could talk again. What the heck was going on?

“Um… e-excuse me… Mister Monster Guy?”

Sonic peered down at a much clearer version of the stranger he was just interacting with. Indeed, it did seem to hold certain dog features, a Chihuahua hybrid of some sort, with maroon fur and tufts of white fluff coating its underbelly, tail, and hair. Like he witnessed before, fairy-like wings were jutting out of its back, and on the center of its chest… Was that a green stone? Sonic rubbed his head at the new information and looked back at the awaiting stranger. Clearly it had said something from before and was waiting for a response. Embarrassed at the predicament, Sonic scratched the back of his head and chuckled, “Sorry, little guy. I couldn’t get the last part you said. Mind repeating that?”

The little chihuahua blinked at him, hearing Sonic’s true voice for the first time, but then shrugged it off. “I was wondering how you did that. That was amazing!” It was clearly a he, with the scratchy tone in his voice, and the ball of fluff jumped into the air, beating his wings incessantly and flying around Sonic from all directions, his mouth going at blinding speeds. “First you were with those teeth! And those claws! And then BAM! You’re now a… a…” He halted his chatter, clearly trying to find what to call Sonic.

“Hedgehog.” Sonic scratched under his nose lazily. “Sonic the Hedgehog.”

“Sonic, that’s a cool name! I like that name!” The little guy pumped up a fist in mid-flight and then looked back at Sonic curiously. “But how did you do that changing stuff?”

Sonic suppressed a sigh and placed a hand on his hip, “Honestly, I have no idea.” He off-handedly muttered, “but I hope I don’t go through that again…” His friend cocked his head at that. Sonic turned back towards him, “You got a name?”

The maroon fella frowned in thought till looking down in worry, contemplating over something. “Hmmmm… huh?” He jumped in alarm, “what IS my name?” He dropped to the ground and started running in circles. “AHHH! I don’t know! I can’t remember!”

Sonic was taken back by this news. Can’t remember? Does that mean… He hoped he was wrong, but only one way to test that theory. “You forgot who you are?” He had run into amnesiacs before, Shadow being the most popular, and adding another one to the list was not something he was looking forward to. The Chihuahua’s little nod was all the confirmation he needed.

“Yep. I remember something falling from the sky…” He reenacted the scene, quite clumsily, and continued, “and everything just going all white… and then nothing! I can’t remember a thing past that!” He sulked in defeat, clearly troubled by his dilemma.

Uh oh, did I fall on him? Sonic sweat dropped. It was bad enough when someone lost a sense of who they were, but to be the one to cause it? This couldn’t possibly get any worse. His thoughts were interrupted by the poor amnesiac again.

“Oh, MAN, what am I gonna do?! What CAN I do? Where do I go from here?!” He was flying in every which direction, talking to almost any innate object (or Sonic) around in his panicked state. “What’ll I… Oof, I’m hungry.” He fell from the air like a sack of potatoes, Sonic’s quick reflexes being the sole savior for the little guy. Catching him with ease, Sonic chuckled to himself.

Reminds me of Charmy. He hadn’t spent much time with the Chaotix in a while, but just spending a day at the trio’s HQ can prove how much of a handful Charmy can “bee.” Looking on the bright side, Sonic chose to be the voice of reason. “Hey, don’t worry! I’ll help you get your memory back.”

Amber eyes blinked owlishly at him in awe, and he fainted a smile, “Really? You mean it?” He leapt out of Sonic’s hands and plopped on his head, Sonic not minding at all.

“Absolutely!” He takes a couple steps, beginning his new quest. “I’m sure we’ll find somebody who knows you if we look around.” Though talking-dog-fairies might be harder to find.

A maroon-and-white- face leaned over his head and peered into his eyes with a wide grin, jumping off and resorting to flying side-by-side. “Oh, thank you! You’re the best, Mister Monster Gu—I mean, Sonic the Hedgehog!”

Sonic grinned at lifting his friend’s spirits and slapped five with him before looking out into the distance and spotting the towns from before. He glanced back at his flying buddy and jabbed a thumb in said direction. “Wat’ya say we check out that town then. There’s bound to be something they know, and who knows, good grub too!”

His companion excitedly nodded and seated comfortably on his head, holding onto his quills for support. “That sounds great! Ready when you are!”

Sonic the Werehog in Unleashed gets a bad wrap in the games, and I decided to do it justice; inspired by multiple one-shot fanfics, Sonic undergoes a transformation every night, both physically and mentally.

An adaptation to the game storyline but with a Feral Werehog out to save the world! Small tweaks and stuff to keep readers on their toes, so don't expect a story parallel to the games. We're going all out tonight!

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“S-Sonic!” The rotund man with his infamous large mustache and leathery red coat cowered in fear at the sight before him. Floating ten feet off the ground in a strong aura of confidence was none other than Sonic the Hedgehog, hero of Mobius and Earth, wielder of all seven Chaos Emeralds, and currently, in the form of his ultimate trump card, Super Sonic. The hedgehog’s golden quills flowed free like the wind in the Research Facility, the stale air indoors doing little to tamper with the hero’s purity. Had it not been for the vacuum of space lurking outside the metal walls, Dr. Eggman would have devised an emergency escape route to his next base to fight again (and achieve world domination) another day. But currently being inside a spaceship with no other safe passages to seek refuge through, the great scientist was, in no joking manner, scrambling for a way out. Brought to his knees, he resorted to the only alternative he had… beg for mercy.

“I-I’m sorry! R-really!” He held out a hand, latching onto any speck of sympathy from his foe. “L-look, go easy on me!” The golden hedgehog’s decent only hastened Eggman’s pleas, the latter fumbling over his words as he searched for any way to delay his fate. “I’ll turn over a new leaf, I swear! Just give me another chance!” He last words hung in the air, humiliation and defeat underlying his whining voice. Sonic, on the other hand, merely chuckled.

“Well, this is new. Showing remorse, Eggman?” He opened his hands challengingly and then switched to a joking tone, “If you played nice… I wouldn’t have to break all your toys.” He failed to see his nemesis’ sour frown twitch into a twisted grin and the minuscule remote button in his hands, a mistake he would regret in…

Eggman chuckled under his breath. Three… two… one... “Gotcha!”

“What--” Not given a minute’s notice, Sonic turned to see columns rising from the ground around him as the platform below him began humming to life. He looked over his shoulder and confirmed that exactly eight of these metallic floorboards were blocking his path and caving in like a cage of some sort, the hero trapped in this contraption’s metaphorical hand. And just like a hand, the towering digits were spread scarcely around him, making the crevasses stick out like a sore thumb. Sonic lunged forward to make a break for it but was pulled back to the center with equal force.

No! Rings of chaotic energy sprung to life, igniting the outer rim of the cage’s barrier in a circular form, and striking the hedgehog to hold him fast, the pulses of energy coming in wave after wave. The rings of energy danced along his fur as each pulse tightened around his chest and traveled down his spine to his legs, the crackling of electricity from the machinery doing little to aid Sonic’s comfort. The pillars sparked a ghastly white as more waves of electric bindings were made and then shot onto the Super hedgehog… Even with all seven emeralds, Sonic was struggling under his bindings, the pulses of energy sparking pain in every movement he made. A haunting laugh echoed from afar.

“Ehehehehhe… Eher-hehehe… AHAHAHAHAHA!” Sonic balled his fists and ground his teeth through series of grunts as he wrestled for control but inevitably snuck a glance at his arch nemesis. The ingenious villain was gloating over his victory as he rose above dramatically, the platform he stood on taking him to the next level.

To his right and left, twin rays with bulbous tips glowed a neon purple, their aim remaining true on a certain super-powered hedgehog. Sonic only had a second to stare into the face of evil before the rays grew dark and only Eggman was left seen, grinning madly with glee, as the floor glowing below shed enough light on his shadowed form.

Then, it happened.

All Sonic knew was there was a flash of light and suddenly the wrath of Chaos was upon him. Pain wracked his body, his limbs convulsing from each bolt of lightning piercing his side as he faintly heard his screams of agony, the pain only growing worse. No. He was Super right now, how could this little light show be getting through his invincibility? Another blast of purple energy cut off his train of thought, but he refused to give Eggman the benefit of hearing his screams and bit back his cries. The strings of electricity once shocking him were now clawing at him, digging into his nerves, and tweaking them just right for this infliction to skyrocket even more. They were pulling at him, pulling him apart. No… they were pulling his chaos energy apart.

Whatever sort of lightning and negative energy this was, it was stripping the chaos emeralds from his inner being and it had to be stopped. Must… hold… on! He growled and curled in to shield himself, his will being strong as it fastened its grip onto the infinite power that the emeralds held, a mental tug-of-war playing throughout the torture: his willpower versus the machine. A final shockwave proved to be too much, and the chaos emeralds were exploited from his body, his screams filling the air.

What he thought was his most horrendous moment in life had tripled in intensity as the sickening strands of purple lightning struck his vulnerable body, his now prone form seizing under the relentless shocks. His peach chest hitched, struggling to for any breath, and his teeth gnashed together as a final resort to numb the fire running through his veins. And yet, through all the torture and spasms, Sonic caught his eye on the emeralds, the green one specifically, that circled around him like candles around an altar and him being the sole sacrifice. He reached out in aim of calling them back to him but was caught in another fit of screams, his stubbornness failing as the lightning seared his last bit of hope. Through it all, a hooting laughter sounded afar, Sonic’s ears numb and half-working to only catch on a few words of Eggman’s.

“Ho ho ho ho ho! Ohhhh, I’ve waited…” Sonic shrieked at another wave of shocks. “… long time for this!”

Sonic squinted at the madman through series of grunts and growls. Stop… pain… hurts… HURTS!

The faint click of a button echoed from above, followed by the villain’s next words. “FIRE!!!”

Freezing winds howled into numb ears as Sonic’s eyes slowly blinked back into reality. When did he fall asleep? He couldn’t remember, nor did he care as the ground came into focus, drawing closer by the second.

He was falling! He glanced every which way to slow his decent but found no objects tall or sturdy enough to do the job. There was a strange tree, with several spinning branches, growing out of a slab of rock… No, focus! Find a way to land.

The only answer he had was to land on all fours, but something was telling him this was gonna hurt. Just as he was about to make a lovely indention into the ground below, a soft green glow circled him, sheltering him in its safety, and slowed his fall to a complete stop in mid-air. All was quiet in his new home and a brilliant warmth graced his thick navy fur as if to pacify his fears swelling in his chest. And it did just that, siphoning the tension from his cumbersome body and swaddling him in this gentle glow surrounding him.

Curiously, he leaned forward and brushed his nose against the translucent walls to sniff, but the moment his black nose pricked the bubble… POP! The glow dissolved into nothingness and sent Sonic tumbling the rest of the way down to the ground. He let out a panicked yelp till smashing headfirst and getting his source of fiber for the day… dirt.

With his head plugged into the earth, he resorted to pushing his massive paws against the mound, using the leverage of his newly acquired weight. After several tugs, he finally managed to yank his head out of the hole, sending himself reeling back thanks to the last push. Shaking his ears clean of dirt, Sonic scooped any dirt out of his mouth with his tongue, the poor muscle getting cut against his new fangs at times.

He stopped his caretaking and frowned at the feeling. This was too weird for him. For the first time, Sonic took a close look at his new appearance; his paws were massive, maybe larger than his head, and were tipped with razor-sharp claws, his once clothed hands now a pale gray for all to see with tufts of snowy white fur sheltering his wrists. His body fur was a dark navy blue, from what he could see, as he could only look at his paws or over his back at his long bushy tail… That was another thing. His short stubby tail had seemed to have mutated and now swept along the ground in a lazy manner. He whimpered at the sight and his tail instinctively tucked between his legs. Like a scared dog. Sonic shook his head at the thought. Not the time to think like that.

He opened his eyes and noticed another additive that was obvious the entire time… He couldn’t stand up. He could support his weight on all fours, but it felt strangely foreign to try and rise on two legs. He tested that theory and pushed back on his forepaws, sending him staggering backwards on his hind legs for a second, before falling backwards and sitting on his hunches in a sloppy fashion. Answering his own question, Sonic let out an indignant huff and scouted his surroundings; might as well see where he’s ended up, anyways.

He was sitting on a hill, dipping into a valley that stretched out into the horizons, breaking into divisions of towns and forests in the far distance, and around Sonic laid the seven emeralds, onyx in color and dead to the world. There were also stones, grass, a purple something on the ground, lavender…

Wait, purple something?

Sonic snapped his head back at the sight and his ears perked. Indeed, there was a violet-red blotch on the ground, adorned with white tufts of fur and strange wings on its back. Crawling ever so quietly, Sonic cautiously approached the creature, the scent of life bathing its form as its tiny chest rose and fell into a soft rhythm… It’s asleep. Sonic circled the stranger, curious as to what it was till a nagging thought crept into his head… that he should greet it. Normally he would have eagerly accepted the thought and had welcomed any person or life with open arms, but the WAY his mind said to greet it was what threw him in for a loop. Maybe it was because the creature resembled a dog also, or maybe it was just him and his dog-mind, but Sonic hesitantly leaned over the tiny body and gave a good whiff. No smell of blood or bodily harm on the creature. Good. He cocked his head and sniffed from behind before lightly sneezing. Yep, definitely a male (what happened to saying guy?). The lump of red-violet fur shifted, and Sonic stepped back in alarm. Was he coming to? Lively amber peeked out from under lashes and the creature mumbled something unintelligible.

Sonic rolled his eyes. With impatience to match his normal self, Sonic nudged the tiny body with his nose and rolled it over. Amber eyes opened again, and this time, came face to face with a row of sharp canines and hard emerald eyes. With a frantic squeak, the creature flew straight into the air, up to Sonic’s head-height, dropped back to the ground, and made a bee-line for one of the lone rocks on the hill for cover. It was muttering foreign sounds again, but the scent of fear was all too familiar. Sonic’s eyes softened at the behavior, and he tentatively took a step forward, but that only sent the creature into another panic episode, its entire body quaking as it cowered behind its only safety. Sonic frowned at the creature. Didn’t he know the rock wasn’t as great of a protector as he was? Why not come to him for safety? What was he so afraid of—

Little to Sonic’s knowledge, given that he was currently held hostage in Eggman’s ship and had sickening violet sparks electrocuting the daylights out of him, the base of the spacecraft twisted out of socket till hissing to a stop, the entire structure still firmly connected; what originally looked like a spinning top with a ridiculously long (and thick) needle was now turning into something far more sinister… a cannon, not much different from the ARK, was slowly hatching out of its exterior shell, metallic plates unfolding at the seams like a cracked chestnut (if said nut held the power to obliterate planets, of course!). Springs inside the tubular cannon unlatched and stretched out of the nozzle, now giving the base a satellite-like feel to it, crackling energy prepping for fire upon the little blue planet below. Inside the madness of this ship, our little blue friend was also in peril, as Eggman smashed down onto a button in manic voice, calling out, “FIRE!!!”

And with that, Eggman’s latest scheme was unleashed. The cannon went into ignition and swirls of raw negative energy, filling the chamber to the brim, were sent blazing down the bore in powerful magenta flames that scorched anything in their path, the metal of the cannon holding strong with no sign of caving in or combusting. As a single flame, this energy was nothing, merely a lick of destruction for the Earth’s atmosphere, but united with an infinite number of the same, a beam of violet light was formed and was sent shooting down the barrel, out the nozzle and into open space… breaking the sound barrier twice… till smashing into the ocean of Earth’s crust and exploding in a ball of light, the energy burning a hole deeper into the core and growing evermore terrifying. A shockwave from the blast sent all unfortunate life blown miles away from the burning source and inevitably shaking the entire Earth, enough for anyone to feel.

In speaking of feel, that’s all Sonic could do at the moment; that and scream in agony of course, but even that was dying down to desperate growls for any meaning of escape. Wait… growls? He didn’t have time to second guess as more pain flared up his spine and sent him crawling on the ground, the bloodthirsty violet sparks that dug into his flesh being his only companion.

Something was emerging, and he couldn’t quite place it, but intriguingly was connected to the brutality the planet below him was facing. The cracking of bones and plates sounded as both shifted in their designated owner, the latter crumbling at the seams and making way for the something to emerge out of the depths. The former was more metaphorical as a new darkness swelled in Sonic’s mind, his fur mutating into thicker, courser, navy blue fur and his eyes shooting open as he faintly eyed his change through the blinding sparks of light and fire consuming pain. The something started stumbling in its everchanging form. The something had claws breaking out of its shell and scratching the hard ground, Sonic’s pale fingertips bursting out of gloves and carving into the metallic floor. The something finished its last transition, Sonic’s short, stubby canines elongating into long fangs and his tail growing ever longer till bristling alongside his body, as the beasts from both ship and planet howled (or screeched) into the open night sky.

Finally, the lightning and suffering ended, followed by clanks of stones around the poor… hedgehog? The beast was breathing unsteadily, most of his weight held by his shaking arms till giving out and collapsing effortlessly, the numbing feeling of pain coursing through his veins. Pain… pain… breathe… It was all he could muster to think through ragged breaths as he slowly (and clumsily) tried to regain focus of his surroundings. A muted rough but scratchy voice sounded in his ears, and they flicked away at the annoying sound. Whatever it was and wherever it came from, he had an unrestrainable urge to attack it.

Wait… what sound was it making? It wasn’t anything simple like his clouded mind could produce or catch on. A bark, a laughter, a growl… when had it gotten so hard to understand words? He tried to formulate a complex sentence in his mind, which was a menial task for him usually, but found none of the sounds could quite fit together as one. No, instead, they separated themselves into simple sounds of little meaning or purpose, refusing to work in any which way. Not like the other sounds he strangely felt natural to falling back on. In frustration and exhaustion, both physically and mentally, the beast yielded and chose instead to open his eyes to see dim blue lights glowing in the shadows.

The disgusting voice was now laughing with no sign of stopping and the beast growled as he swayed his head in said direction. A red blob seated a few paces away, cackling with glee and… was that a sense of dominance under that blob’s skin? The beast snarled at the potent smell and that seemed to silence the laughter. Good. Then there was the sound of talking again, nothing but a muted noise in the beast’s ears.

“… Sonic…”

Sonic? That sounded familiar to him, as if it were something important, and the blob was directly looking at him when saying that, so… Was he… Sonic? The clarity in his mind over the word seemed to confirm such suspicions and he silently agreed to it, that he was Sonic and Sonic was him. But all thoughts froze as an invisible wall slid down in front of the red blob and suddenly, the beast felt a pulling at his fur. It grew stronger, pulling at his very being and he clutched onto the small engravings in the floor with his mighty claws, but all was futile. A final gush of wind blew him back and he was swept away into black nothingness with a startled cry, a broken ball of fire and land waiting for its savior down below.

Then, there was nothing.

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Before I get any flames, NO, Sonic does NOT have amnesia when a werehog, rather he has a different mentality in approaching his surroundings and life itself. It might be mistaken as amnesia because he is contemplating of his name, but let me clarify...

Sonic is not contemplating the name, he is contemplating of the word itself. Remember how words hold no significance in his mind unless it's something truly important (or sentimental), so his name would fit in that alley. The same can be said about dogs (believe me, I know from my own Min-Pin mix) for they can be taught words and phrases but do not grasp on the meaning behind the word other than the expected behavior.

Since Sonic's mind is already complex, I'm not degrading his intelligence, and therefore, he can hold more meaning behind words or phrases if they are truly important to him (especially on a subconscious level). This includes his identity (Sonic as a word), relationships (friends and family), and even commands if they are engrained in his head or are purely instinctual.