Sonadow-Part 1: The Start

3 Reunited with a frenemy

Sonic

Wednesday, September 3, 1:08 p.m.

Me and my friends are heading back to our dorms. We all are clearly trying to forget about what had happened. I wonder about Bonnie and how he has reacted to the outcome of his action. As I turn the handle of my apartment, I look to my dorm neighbours. Tyler lightly knocks on the door, three times, at a steady pace. He ears are folded down and he is tensely holding himself, nervously. The door slowly ajars and Bonnie peeks through the gap. He speaks softly, letting Tyler in. Once they disappear, I continue to stand, staring at the empty walkway.
      I feel bad for Bonnie, more than I do for Knuckles. After all, the fight wouldn't have started if Knuckles had just shut his mouth. I push open the door and enter my bedroom. I sit on my seat at my desk. It's a rose-red, fabric, office chair. It's one of the ones where you can adjust the back rest and hight. It also has a plastic-thingy to put food and drinks on. I spin around a few times when I remember my roommate. I take out my notepad and begin to think about the possibilities of who my roommate is gonna look like. I rest my head on my right arm – since I'm left handed – and start to lightly sketch some basic shapes. I'm not the worlds best artist, but, I can definitely have a go at rough sketches. I'm great with paint, though. I wonder why it's taken them so long to get here. Maybe they're from some where else? I don't wanna assume anything bad has happened to them 'cause that would really sad.
      There are now two things I am waiting for now: who my flatmate is gonna be and the special event of 'So-see-ial'. It's something everyone celebrates on the 4th of September, and it's a party where everyone has to be social to improve on being confident. For example, in making new friends. It's also a memorial for a special spirit called Iris, the messenger of the gods and goddess of the sea and sky.

An hour and thirteen minutes later...
Wednesday, September 3, 2:21 p.m.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. My body is sprawled out on my partially-made bed as my body-heat is quite warm under my clothes. The cool temperature of the duvet and pillow regulates mine. I like September. It may not be my FAVOURITE month, which is obviously the July, specifically the 23rd, but the weather is very rarely done me wrong.
      I haven't seen Devin in a while. It... actually feels empty without him. Although, I do like the quietness now, I don't particularly like the silence the room is desperately clinging onto. I'm not used to being still or not talking (my friends would know). I have been recommended for a referral and medication, but, I capable on my own. I don't need the "ADHD" label slapped on my face. This is just how I am. I kinda envy Devin, in a way. He does and says what he wants, not fearing judgement. Sorta like Bonnie. But, I think he doesn't mean to come across the way he does. He has a kind soul; it's just burrowed deep inside himself.

Midnight...

Thursday, September 4, 0:09 a.m.

Creak and a shuffle.

I hear the front door open from outside my bedroom and the faint footsteps of a person.

I haul myself off of my now untidy bed, the bedding dragging along with my clothing, and I piddle towards the door. My feet make minimal contact with the floor as I cautiously approach the door. My steps are measured and made muffled from the material of my socks. When the footsteps begin to sound like they're getting closer, I back away. Suddenly, the doorknob jiggles until it the light from the main room seeps in. I jump before the light turns on, causing my eyes to flutter.

"Oh, hello?" a male speaks in a low, deep tone.

"Dude! What the h-e-double-hockey-sticks?!" I exclaim, blocking the lights with my arm. And yes, I did just say that. I went to church before I knew I liked guys, when I was a little kid. My parents raised me Christian, though, I was a bit of a troublemaker back then. I'm more focused now than before. It feels weird because most of my friends have openly sweared in front of me and me, being the "faithful" hedgehog I was, advised against using profanity. Well, in front of me, anyway.
      I feel a light shove. It's Devin. My arm was still up to cover from the light, as my eyes take a little while to adjust to harsh change in lighting. My eyes had also watered slightly, not allowing to identify the identity of the person who just walked in. I look to my side, at Devin. His jaw was dropped slightly and eyes comically widened. I squint to properly read his expression. I hum in confusion at him.

"What?" I whisper.

"Sonic..." he says, bluntly.

"Where did you come from?" I hiss.

"Our angle is real?" he blinks, staring ahead. I slowly move my arm away from my face.

What...