It sure feels good to be back at home.
The fastest thing alive, also known as Sonic the Hedgehog dashed along the perimeter of his birthplace of Christmas Island. The azure hedgehog slowed down to a stop. Christmas Island is a small island where Sonic was born and raised. Known for its beautiful beaches, it is located in the Caribbean Sea, off the coast of Sonics favorite childhood place, South Island. Both islands used to be huge tourist spots back in the day, but it has now dwindled down to a population of around 7,500 residents for South Island and 2,000 in Christmas Island. A small island it was indeed.
I havent been here in ages, man. The blue hedgehog said as he walked slowly for the first time in a long time to the small house deep in the island that was his familys home. He put his gloved hands in short pockets for a small envelope that contained a key. He took the key out his pocket and then out the manila envelope. He threw the thing to the side and then stepped forward to the white door. The blue hedgehog held his breath as he inserted the key and slowly turned it. He finally exhaled then pushed the door open to reveal a light blue living room. The large room was exactly the way it was when he left. Sonic went into the pockets of his fitted shorts that his life-long -friend-more-like-Brother Miles Prower, better known as Tails, had given him on his 15th birthday. He took a telegram out of it and began to read it for the third time that day.
Dear Sonic the Hedgehog,
We are regretfully sorry to say that your uncle, Charles Chuck Hedgehog has died. He is rumored to have died of natural causes and has named you as the primary beneficiary in his will. The funeral is to be held at The Church of the Living God on Tuesday, May 12, 2009. We send you our deepest condolences for the death of such a fine gentleman like your uncle.
Mayor Maximillion Acorn
I still cant believe he died. I cant believe he is gone. I
.I cant believe I wasnt there, the blue hedgehog managed to say while tears were forming in his emerald green eyes. He curled up into a ball, in fetal position on the manila colored couch. He sat there, crying.
I cant believe hes gone. I cant believe hes dead, just like Mom and Dad. Now, I have no family for me to come to. I am just
a freaking orphan. Why did you do this to me God, why?
A familiar cry from the outside snapped Sonic from his thoughts. It was Tails, who just came back from parking the X-Tornado.
Trying to regain his composure, Sonic walked, yes, walked up to door to let him in.
Sonic, are you alright?
Yea Tails, you know I am. he replied, sarcasm flooding his voice. The two-tailed kitsune saw right though that statement.
Dont lie to me, Sonic. I know theres something wrong with you, especially from the death of your uncle. Sonic was taken aback by the kits comment.
How did you know?
The locals told me outback while I was landing the X-Tornado. Remember that old owl man? Apparently he is still alive and kickin. He doesnt know when to stop. Tails snickered lowly. He also sends his condolences as well.
The blue hedgehog snickered as well. Hes still alive, huh?
Now tell me, do you have anything to practice or something, like the eulogy?
I think the church will have that handled.
But do one just in case. The kitsune looked down at his wrist watch. Oh, look at
the time. I have to go and pick up the rest of the gang for the memorial services. Do the eulogy just case, okay? With that, Tails left out the house and on to the X-Tornado, leaving Sonic thinking.
What am I gonna write for his eulogy?
TO BE CONTINUED.
An idea that I had in my head for a while. It depicts Sonic going through the death motions and gearing up for his one of the biggest challenges in his life: going to his first funeral. It is a planned three-shot.