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The wind felt rejuvenating.
When Sonic ran, everything usually made sense. The world felt more predictable and authentic, and the air was somehow more breathable. There was the dirt beneath his shoes, the rush of air against his quills, and the familiar blur of green hills and blue sky. No meetings. No emergencies. No expectations.
Sonic vaulted over a fallen tree and landed lightly on a cliffside path overlooking the ocean. The morning sun glittered across the water. He breathed deeply as he took in the nature around him. Even on the outskirts of a village he could still tune into the sounds of the ocean below and the trees rustling.
Then a voice ruined everything.
"HEY!"
Sonic groaned immediately as Knuckles climbed over the edge of the cliff.
"Knew that was you."
Amy wasn't far behind. "You're lucky we're not still mad at you," she called.
Sonic pointed dramatically at himself. "Me? What'd I do?"
Both of them stopped, stared, and exchanged a look.
"Seriously?" Amy asked.
"Oh, come on." Sonic rolled his eyes and playfully put a hand on his hip.
"Sonic." Knuckles crossed his arms. "You jumped off a collapsing Eggman fortress."
"It wasn't collapsing when I jumped."
"It literally exploded."
"It exploded after I jumped."
Amy rubbed her face. "There were civilians inside."
"And I got them out." Sonic flashed another grin like this wasn’t already wearing on him.
"You got them out by surfing a giant metal door through a fireball."
"It worked. They’re safe. There’s nothing to be mad about."
"It was stupid." Amy was going to die on this hill, at least according to Sonic.
"Maybe it was stupid and maybe it still worked,” Sonic grinned.
Amy pointed at him. "See? That's exactly the problem."
Knuckles laughed and said something about putting “reckless” on his gravestone one day. For a second the irritation faded and Sonic felt a sense of familiarity, friendship, and care in the teasing.
It changed when Amy bumped his shoulder. "You scared everybody."
The smile weakened as Sonic’s eyes darted down to the dirt. "I was fine. I was only unconscious for like… six or seven minutes."
Knuckles snorted at that before Amy interrupted.
"You fell through three floors, Sonic."
"It wasn't three floors."
"It was four."
Sonic opened his mouth. He then closed it. "...Okay maybe four." He smiled, but something in his chest twisted anyway.
To Sonic, nobody ever seemed to remember the people he'd saved or the reason for pulling the stunts in the first place. Even his friends saw danger and poor decisions and the part where he'd done something wrong. Sonic wished he had the emotional vocabulary to say something that didn’t try to be funny.
He shrugged instead and asked Amy and Knuckles about their days. Sonic smiled. Nodded. Joked back. After a few minutes, he ended the conversation with a short "Gotta keep moving!"
"Try not to almost die," Amy retorted.
"No promises!"
"Sonic."
He was already running before Amy and Knuckles could throw something at him. The wind returned along with the freedom. Approximately eight minutes later, a farmer flagged him down. The old well pump had broken.
Sonic stopped.
The repair wasn’t difficult, so Sonic helped and drew water and shook hands and was on his way again. Five miles later, a family needed help moving lumber.
Then a roof beam slipped.
Then somebody recognized him.
Then somebody else wanted a photo.
Then a kid wanted to race.
Then another wanted to hear the story about the time he'd punched a giant robot into orbit. He forgot how much he’d exaggerated that one.
As soon as he tried to start? finish? his run, he encountered no fewer than six egg bots and a lot of cries for help from townsfolk.
Sonic smashed through them in under thirty seconds. Metal exploded. Sparks flew. As per usual, the crowd erupted. Cheers echoed down the street. People clapped. A little kid wrapped around his leg.
"You're the best, Sonic!"
Sonic smiled automatically. He worked for a second, took a moment to presence himself, and gave himself the space to enjoy meeting people and connecting with families and trying not to think too hard about whether anyone genuinely saw him as anything but an object or town defense system.
He signed an autograph. Posed for another picture. Made a few jokes.
The crowd loved it. They had no reason not to. After all, he was Sonic the Hedgehog.
But by the time he finally escaped, the smile felt heavy. He’d been holding the poses for too long and feeling like he was pretending endlessly. His feet carried him to the nearest place he could let the guard down and decompress: Tails’s workshop.
The run there took longer than expected. The sun had shifted by the time he arrived. The familiar wooden structure stood among the trees. Upon opening the door, Sonic saw tools cluttered every which way and metal surfaces shining and dust collecting on the snack bin he’d made Tails and 3D print models everywhere.
That coupled with the smell of oil seemed like home. Or close enough.
Sonic went further inside, calling out "Tails?"
No answer.
"Tails?"
A loud crash followed by a few curse words and made up curse words echoed somewhere deeper in the workshop.
Sonic followed the noise. He found Tails surrounded by wiring, holographic displays, engine parts, and seventeen different disasters.
The fox’s goggles were crooked. Even his fur looked sleep deprived. There was grease on his muzzle. Three empty coffee mugs sat nearby.
"...Wow."
Tails didn't look up. "What."
"You look …terrible?"
"Thanks."
"Are you sleeping?"
"No."
"That's not healthy."
"I know."
“Right.”
Sonic sat on a nearby crate. For a moment neither spoke.
Then everything that had been building all day started leaking out. Sonic began with a little sigh and a tired "I don't know."
Tails continued working. "Hm?"
"I think I'm getting tired."
"Of what?"
Sonic stared at the floor. "Everything."
That got Tails' attention. The fox glanced over.
Sonic shrugged, "I keep trying to have one normal day."
Silence.
"And everybody needs something,” he laughed weakly. "But if I don't help then I feel guilty."
Tails set a tool down.
Sonic continued.
"And when I do help, nobody actually sees me."
His eyes stayed fixed on the floor.
"They see the guy who's supposed to fix everything. If I mess up, everybody notices. If I do something right, they notice Sonic. If I do something stupid, they notice me."
Tails frowned.
Sonic rubbed his face. "Maybe I'm being selfish. Maybe I'm just tired. But it feels like I'm in trouble all the time."
The confession hung in the room. Heavy. Embarrassing.
Sonic hated it the second it left his mouth. He laughed awkwardly. “Sorry, that sounds dumb. You were working and I interrupted and I… yikes man. My bad dude. I should’ve brought you Meh Burger or an emotional support shake first."
Tails suddenly spun around.
"No. Don’t be sorry. I just…"
Sonic blinked.
Then Tails continued, “I… right now I genuinely cannot do this conversation."
Sonic froze and winced. Right. Right right right.
The fox dragged both hands through his fur. "I've been working on this launch system for three days."
"Tails,"
"No." His voice wasn't angry.
“I-” Sonic started.
"I'm stressed. I’m exhausted. I'm running on caffeine and bad decisions." He gestured toward the mountain of equipment. "This project is falling apart. The guidance system won't cooperate. The propulsion math keeps changing. The launch window is shrinking. And you came in here talking for ten straight minutes about how nobody asks how you're doing."
Sonic hadn't asked Tails once. The realization hit immediately. "Oh."
The fox sighed.
Sonic raised a hand gently and shook his head. Then he looked down. “Sorry bro. I didn’t ask. You’ve got your own stuff. That’s so allowed. And you’re the smartest guy I know so if I even tried to do half of that I’d probably be stress exercising my way to death,” he laughed weakly.
Tails rubbed the back of his neck. The tension eased slightly. Tails murmured something about Sonic using his blender to make stress smoothies, earning a small smile.
"I love you, little bro."
Tails' expression softened.
"But you're right."
Sonic leaned back against the crate and stared at the ceiling feeling strangely hollow.
Because Tails wasn't wrong. Amy wasn't wrong. Knuckles wasn't wrong. Everybody had reasons. Everybody had problems. Everybody was stressed.
Sonic swallowed thickly. He wished he'd kept running. When he was moving fast enough, he couldn't hear the thoughts trying to catch up.
By the time Sonic got home, the sun had started sinking. Orange light spilled through the windows. The house was quiet. Normally he liked quiet. Tonight it felt empty.
He kicked off his shoes near the door and immediately regretted it when one bounced off the wall and landed upside down in the kitchen.
"Perfect."
The other shoe followed.
Sonic wandered into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He closed it. Opened it. Closed it again. Nothing looked good. Everything looked good.
He was starving.
He was tired.
He was annoyed.
He was lonely.
After another minute of staring, he grabbed frozen mango chunks, pineapple juice, yogurt, and whatever else looked vaguely smoothie-adjacent.
The blender roared to life. The smoothie ended up thicker than intended. He drank half of it standing at the counter and carried the rest into the living room.
There was a hammock strung between two support beams near the windows. In another corner, there was a giant blanket nest. A collection of pillows had migrated across the floor over the years.
Two steps in the direction of the hammock turned into pacing back and forth and back and forth around the home.
Instead he found himself pacing.
Hero, protector, fastest thing alive, helper, legend, perfect, reckless, stupid, interrupting, mistakes, stressed, no… not supposed to be stressed, …lonely.
"Can somebody just..."
He stopped pacing and pressed his palms into his eyes.
"Can somebody just talk to me?"
The room didn't answer. Sonic groaned and dropped onto the floor.
Then immediately stood back up. Then sat again. Then got up. Then paced. Then flopped dramatically into the blanket nest. Then rolled over. Then sat up.
Nothing felt right. Nothing settled.
With an annoyed noise, he grabbed his tablet from the coffee table. He wasn't even sure what he was doing. His thumb moved before his brain caught up.
App store. Search. Dating. Friends. Social. Whatever.
Several apps appeared. He downloaded the first one that didn't look aggressively awful. The setup process started.
He skipped through or put in lousy answers for name, age, location, favorite things, social media links, and photos. There were 4 verification links that he skipped and said “remind me later,” knowing he would never look at them again.
Sonic was already irritated. "Oh my chaos."
He skipped everything he could. Skipped more things. The app seemed deeply unhappy about it.
Good. This whole thing is harder than fighting Eggman. It deserves this.
A blinking cursor appeared beneath a profile prompt. ‘Tell potential matches about yourself!’
Sonic glared at it and sighed. Then began typing as he squinted at the keyboard:
Looking for somebody normal
someone who actually wants to do stuff
adventures are cool
mango smoothies are cool
gardening is cool
chao are cool
playing instruments is cool
holding hands is cool
sightseeing is cool
warm baths
hot tubs
blanket nests
if your whole personality is selfies and pretending you're happy don't bother
if you care more about followers than people don't bother
if you're fake don't bother
just be real
please
He stared at it.
The final word lingered on the screen.
Please.
His irritation faded enough for him to realize how exhausted he sounded. For a second he considered deleting it. Maybe even making it normal.
Suddenly, his jaw tightened in determination as he posted it without any more thought. Sonic looked at the profile then groaned.
"Oh that's awful."
The tablet left his hands. Sonic would say he didn’t throw it on purpose out of aggression. It arced across the room and landed safely in a pile of pillows.
It bounced once then settled. Sonic collapsed backward, both hands covering his face. The house remained quiet.
Outside, evening shadows stretched across the grass. A breeze rattled the windows.
Sonic’s throat felt tight. Not enough to cry. Just enough to hurt. He stared at the ceiling. "Just give me something normal."
His voice sounded small in the empty room.
"Please."
Just one day. One conversation. One person who didn't need saving. One person who wasn't looking for Sonic the Hedgehog. Just him.
The version of himself that liked music and gardening and hot baths and feeding chao and watching clouds and making smoothies and building ridiculous blanket nests.
The version nobody seemed interested in. The version nobody ever asked about. His eyes drifted shut.
At some point he'd climbed into the hammock. He didn't remember doing it. A pillow was tucked beneath one arm. Another was squeezed tightly against his chest. The empty smoothie glass sat on the floor below.
The tablet remained abandoned among the cushions. Notifications blinked silently on the screen.
The hammock swayed gently in the darkness. For the first time all day, nobody needed anything from him.