Sonicphobia

Chapter Seven: My Bully

I was a bit unnerved at what Sonic had said to me. It felt deliberate, and I was terrified at what the consequence would be if I ignored Sonic's warning and satisfied my curiosity. I stumbled away from his tall figure, trying to wrap my head around his words. I was shaking in fear at what he told me, since I was too shocked and too scared at what he said to think straight. I wondered, shuddering at the thought, Is he psychic or something? What could that blue hedgehog be hiding in this school? His smile appeared to be a little bit on the lethal side, so I decided that it was in my best interest not to take any chances with pressing the matter with the cobalt hedgehog any further. I quickly ran into my room and closed the door softly.

I was trembling in fear as his words finally sank into my head, but I couldn't make sense of what he was trying to imply. Sonic's words sounded cryptic and almost evil as they rang in my ears. I shuddered at the thought of what was hiding upstairs, wondering what kind of wicked consequences would follow if I were to make the mistake of disobeying that blue nightmare from hell. I shivered in horror as he pecked me on the cheek. "See you at dinner, darling." Sonic purred lazily into my ear as he strided past me (probably to do some hero stuff, but I don't know. I'm not Sonic. I have no idea what his agenda is). I shuddered in disgust as his gloved hand ruffled my hair again in a playful manner.

I checked to make sure that I was truly alone, then I climbed into the loft bed again and curled up in a ball under the covers. My tears finally spilled out freely, and I mourned silently for the loss of my parents. I tried to fall asleep and skip dinner altogether just to be spiteful to Sonic, but I hear voices above me. I was curious, but not so curious as to disobey Sonic. I finally dozed off, and I began to dream.

I dreamed that Sonic was in a room that was full of hearts. Each heart was a different color. Finally, he approached a heart that was the same shade of blue as his body. His green eyes glowed in an evil way as his fingers wrapped around the heart as if it was his most prized possession. But it wasn't an ordinary, loving touch. His gloved hands seemed to grab that heart as if it was a treasure chest full of gold and diamonds. His smile grew in an unpleasant manner as he examined the heart closer. "Finally, I have her heart in my grasp. After sixteen years of waiting for her to come here... I finally got Alison's heart. Now it will soon be time to fill that heart up and condition it to adore me. I need that heart to be good and full... right to the point of bursting!" He muttered in a feverish way. He kissed the heart, chuckling in an evil way. "My dear Alison, soon, you will be mine... all mine for the gamershood that is pumping within your large heart. I've waited for a long time for this moment, and the waiting was hard for me since it was sixteen years that I spent waiting. Now I know that I will have your gamershood soon." He turned to a pedestal, and he placed the heart there, then he began laughing. This was not a typical Sonic the Hedgehog laugh; this was the chuckle of a maniac that had just became insane. "Nothing can stop me from getting everything in motion now. Not even the little, meddling Survivors can stop the wheels from turning now! The first step is all done!" He chuckled in a very evil way. Then I hear something banging...

I wake up to the sound of something banging on my door hours later. A girl's voice called out, "Come out, newbie! I want a good look at you so I can see exactly where I can place you in my circles. I hear you have a disability and I want to know what it is!" I did not like the pitch of the voice at all, and I hated the person immediately since it felt as if she was trying to find a way to use me. I had friends like that at one point. It sounded like someone had a stuffy nose and tried to talk through a fan. I clambered down from my comfort place, opened the door and gawked for a second. I was half expecting a stereotypical cheerleader to be standing at my door, but what I saw instead was extremely different.

An ugly girl peered at me through bottle glasses. Her yellowish skin was unhealthily pale, and her almond eyes were glaring at me as if I had said something rude. She was short but she had a very obvious air of being popular, spoiled and used to getting whatever the fuck she wanted. She flipped her hair as if she was a model, then she squinted at me through her glasses. She wrinkled her nose at me and sneered, "You're ugly and you don't have any disability, you liar. I don't know what Headmaster Sonic was thinking when he dragged you in here." Her buck teeth clicked as she talked and I hated it.