alonebutnotapart:

Well his voice was perfectly fine, it just sounded like gravel was rolling around in his throat.

His nose wiggled at her in the cold air, tilting his head to the other side in thought at the question. The question he never really knew the answer to.

“Yes… and no. I am not Sonic. This is Sonic,” he paused to look down at himself and pat the peach patch, “but I am not.” Why was he divulging such sensitive information? Probably because of the familiar appearance of the one he was talking to. “Who are you?”

“I’m Rebecca Kizuna…”

What did he mean by that? Did he have a personality disorder? Or was he possessed? The champion put those thoughts out of her mind before looking at him curiously.

“What’s your name then?”