A Collection Of Short Stories

Over The Green Hill

The sound of his alarm clock blaring is barely enough to wake up the hungover hedgehog. His green eyes slowly open to find himself staring up at the ceiling fan in his living room. "Jesus.. What happened last night..?" Sitting up, he finds himself sat in his favorite recliner. Though when he looks around it becomes apparent what happened. The half eaten birthday cake sat on his coffee table which is surrounded by empty cans of beer and various bottles of liquor tells it all. Thirty-four. Yesterday was his thirty-fourth birthday. Just the sight alone of the cake is enough to almost make him puke. Almost. With a groan the male gets up, his feet brushing aside the trash that litters his floor. "Ugh.. Gotta get ready for work." Silently the pot bellied hedgehog lumbers toward his bathroom. All the while he continues to brush aside trash and empty bottles that litter his floor. Soon he reaches the bathroom to which he pushes open the door and steps inside. Flipping the switch causes the light to barely turn on. Once the dim light illuminates the room, Sonic walks over to the sink. There he opens the medicine cabinet and pulls out a bottle of pills. 'S. The Hedgehog' is what the label reads. "God damn it.. How many times do I- Agh forget it." Now annoyed by the wrong name being written on his pills, he reluctantly opens the bottle and pops two of them into his mouth. Afterwards he leans down and turns on the faucet, only for no water to come out. Standing back up straight he takes a few moments to just stare down at the sink before he reserves to just swallowing them dry. After his medicine has been taken, the blue hedgehog looks at himself in the mirror. He then reaches up to feel his short stubble, a sigh escapes his lips as he does so. "Fuckin hell." The shirltess hedgehog afterwards turns around and makes his way into his bedroom. Once he's there it takes him only a moment to find something to wear, a tank top that smells the least like vomit and alcohol. Now that he's sufficiently dressed, Sonic makes his way back to the living room. "Why's my alarm clock in here..?" He wonders aloud as he walks by the dirty coffee table. "Eh whatever." Not questioning the odd placement of his alarm clock anymore, Sonic finally grabs his beat up old red sneakers and opens the door to head out into the world.

Out in the hallway to his apartment building the hedgehog makes his way to the stairs. Though once he reaches the doorway to go down them, he instead opts to back away. "Elevator. Much better idea." He turns away and heads for the elevator instead. It takes only a couple moments for said elevator to reach the top, and once it does out steps a man with his child. "Don't make eye contact with him honey." "Yeah. Nice seein you too, Silver." Rolling his eyes the blue hedgehog steps inside the elevator. "Hey! Hey Silver!" With an annoyed sigh the silver hedgehog stops walking and turns around. "What Sonic." "Uh.. Go fuck yourself?" It sounds almost like a question with how he says it. "Whatever. Just get the hell away from me you fat prick." Sonic rolls his eyes and presses the lobby button, knowing deep down that he's in the wrong. Once the doors close he leans back against the wall behind him. "What a douche." Letting out a sigh the man reminisces on times from his past. A smile almost tugs onto the miserable hedgehogs lips, almost. His short-lived moment of almost happiness ends when the doors open once again to let him out in the lobby. Thrusting his gloved hands into his pockets the hedgehog walks out and into the lobby. Though he doesn't spend much time here and continues forwards and out the doors to begin his walk to work. The entire way there he dreads even the thought of it, but he continues onwards anyway. Thankfully for his aching feet and sore knees the walk isn't long seeing as he works at a convenience store just down the street. Once he reaches his work the automatic doors open for him to enter, though as soon as he does someone approaches him. "Your late, Sonic. Again." "Oh uh.. hey Knuckles.." Sonic opens his mouth to try and come up with an excuse but the Echidna cuts him off. "Let me guess, you overslept? Slow morning? Maybe you drank too much?" With each explination the angry Echidna takes another step closer. "What is it this time Sonic?" "I um.." Sonic then sighs. "I don't have an excuse." Knuckles crosses his arms. "Good. Because you also don't have a job anymore." That causes Sonic to pause. "H-hold on man! We're best buddies you can't just fire me over this!" The hedgehog tries to argue though Knuckles shakes his head. "Look. I don't want to do this but you can't keep showing up late. You can't keep missing work. What I'm trying to say is, you can't keep doing this shit dude. I tried to help you with the whole Eggman thing, I tried to help you find a place to stay, I stuck my fucking neck out for you. And what do you repay me with? Showing up late, half assing even the most simple tasks, and now your here disrespecting my choice to fire you." "Knux I-" Knuckles shakes his head. "Just go. Please."