The Blast

dull boy

The morning sun was as sharp as it was warm, shadows of trees beginning to fall away. Sonic wiggled his toes, feeling the piercing sun through his socks, to which he curled his legs into his chest. His eyes opened slowly, finding shadow facing him. They weren't close to each other, but sonic could clearly see shadows face. He couldn't help but stare. Perhaps he was trying to figure out how someone so intimidating can be so soft, or why the ebony had given him a sweatshirt to keep him warm throughout the night. Despite the questions swimming in his head, he found himself with a twinge of affection for the striped mobian. Maybe it was because he could look past his vices, and others. He's a forward man, stoic and always looking forward to something, Lord knows what, but he's always determined he's going to find it.
He shook his head and looked at his watch, sighing gently. He was almost surprised shadow hadn't killed him in his sleep, for whatever weird, plot-twisty reason.
He kind of expected it, assuming that shadow was one of those free roaming cannibals who will eat any living or dead being without a second thought. He was right to assume this with the way shadow pulled out the bag of flesh when they first met. He knew it was mobian flesh, and while he isn't a free roaming cannibal, he still ate it without hesitation.
He felt slightly disgusted with himself, comparing his desperate actions with the actions of a cannibal, but the important part is the desperation. A free roamer wouldn't even feel desperate, they just have a thirst for blood these days. He's witnessed it first hand.
At the beginning of the blast he managed to reunite with a couple friends, so he wasn't completely lost in the beginning. Unfortunately they happened to fall in with the wrong crowd after finding an already stabbed and robbed corpse. His friend knuckles decided it would be hilarious to pick up the knife, doing jerking stabbing motions like a child with a stick. It was a disgustingly immature action in sonics eyes, and he couldn't forget the look in the corpses eye. He had never seen a dead body before and it sickened him.
Unfortunately due to bad timing, a group of free roamers had stumbled apon knuckles playing with the knife, leading the group to assume that sonic and his friends had killed the mobian on the floor.
They asked "are you going to eat that?" A phrase sonic will never forget, as it was said with a straight face, completely genuine.
Because of knuckles' silver tongue, they had been grouped up with the free roamers, even being proudly labeled as such.
However, sonic became disgusted with the prospect after the hungry desperation was gone for him and the group was eating mobian flesh simply to consume it, not because they needed it to survive.
He decided he would rather starve himself to desperation before he ever took another bite of mobian flesh. So he stopped eating for a month, only using the group for shelter and his friends company. Once the hunger became unbearable he would finally eat, and this process continued for a while until the day he stood in horror as he watched his best friends succumb to a sickening blood thirst.
He still remembers the agonizing screams of the living mobian as he was ripped apart, limb from limb, his best friends vicious claws digging through the flesh and shoveling raw meat into mouths.
He vomited, and left the scene, his hand against his stomach in pain.
Eating an already dead mobian is one thing, hell, killing a mobian and then eating it is another, but to consume a barely alive mobian with no regard while it wails in pain is a whole other level of insanity that he couldn't handle.
Just remembering the incident... His friends bloodied hands and mouths... It made him sick. He pinched between his nose to alleviate some stress before looking at his watch again.
Then he turned to shadow to find that the ebony had already migrated from his sleeping bag. Sonic looked around, unable to find the hedgehog and assuming he went off to take a piss or something.
He sat up, his back aching from the hard ground, but at this point he was used to it.
As he stretched he realized he was wearing the sweatshirt shadow gave him and his face heated up a bit. He didn't really know why, but the gesture that shadow had given seemed oddly affectionate...
'or he's just a nice guy and I should stop romanticizing anyone who is nice to me...' sonic thought to himself. He paused, thinking on it before nodding in agreement with his own brain.
He stood up, and stretched his legs. He did this as shadow came back around the shelter, scratching his leg and yawning. Sonic started pulling the sweater off, unintentionally catching shadows eye. Of course shadow stared for a moment before sonic whipped his head around, meeting shadow with a scowl. Shadows eyes widened and he quickly turned away, pretending he was doing something else nervously.
Sonic clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, pulling the sweatshirt off completely. "If I had known you only gave me the sweater just so you could watch me take it off I never would have accepted it." The azure says, audible enough for shadow to hear.
The ebony cringed, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. Of course sonic would have to phrase it like that. Shadow really wasn't a pervert, he didn't give sonic the sweater to watch him take it off, but again, bad timing always seems to bite him in the ass.
It's not like sonic was unattractive, from shadows perspective he was incredibly average, no better no worse, but he wasn't focused on how attractive or unattractive sonic was. He could care less either way. He's more focused on the accusations.
"I heard you shivering." The ebony says, still facing away from sonic.
Sonic ignored him, folding the sweater and setting it on shadows sleeping bag.
Shadow heard the crack of sonics knuckles as the blue hedgehog stretched more with a groan. He turned to meet the hedgehogs eyes, then gesturing for them to leave.
Sonic nodded, wrapping up the tarp, it was thin as hell, so he just folded it, like, a million times until it was nothing but a small ball. He dropped it on the sleeping bag then gestured for shadow to pick his shit up so they could get going.