Sonic's regret (angst)

Chapter 2:Something seems off

As Sonic woke to the distant echo of an explosion, his senses snapped to attention, the remnants of sleep evaporating in an instant. With a sense of urgency coursing through his veins, he bolted upright, his mind racing to comprehend the source of the disturbance.

Throwing open the door of his humble abode, Sonic emerged into the harsh light of the afternoon sun, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of trouble. And there, amidst the chaos of the bustling city, he spotted them: his friends, locked in a desperate battle against a colossal robot unleashed by the nefarious Dr. Eggman.

Without hesitation, Sonic darted forward, his movements swift and decisive as he raced to join the fray. But as he approached, he couldn't help but notice the wary glances exchanged between his friends, their surprise evident in the furrowed brows and furrowed lips that greeted his sudden appearance.

With a flash of motion, Sonic leapt into action, his movements a blur of speed and precision as he engaged the mechanical monstrosity with a ferocity born of desperation. But unlike his usual banter-filled battles, there was no time for idle chatter or playful taunts, no room for anything but ruthless efficiency as he sought to dismantle his foe with ruthless precision.

In a matter of moments, the battle was over, the once-imposing robot was cut into half.Without a word, he turned and dashed away, leaving his friends to stare after him in stunned silence, their minds reeling from the display of strength and stoicism they had just witnessed.

As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded into the distance, Sonic's friends gathered around the wreckage of the defeated robot, their expressions a mix of concern and confusion.

Amy asked, her voice tinged with apprehension: . "Is he okay?"

Rouge, ever the astute observer, couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. "Something seems wrong," she remarked, her gaze flickering towards the horizon where Sonic had vanished.

Knuckles, his fists clenched in silent fury, vowed vengeance against any who dared to threaten his friend. "I will beat the heck out of whoever messes with my bro," he declared, his voice a low growl of determination.

But it was Tails, usually the voice of reason among them, who betrayed the deepest sense of unease. His usually bright eyes were wide with fear, his hands trembling as he struggled to find the words to express the turmoil raging within him.

"He... he seemed different," Tails finally managed to stammer out, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've never seen him like that before."

With growing concern gnawing at their hearts, Sonic's friends made their way to his humble abode, hoping to find him safe and sound within its familiar confines. But as they entered the empty dwelling, their fears were confirmed: Sonic was nowhere to be found.

Amy's hands trembled as she surveyed the sparse surroundings, her mind racing with worry for her friend. "Where could he have gone?" she whispered, her voice tinged with fear.

Rouge, ever the pragmatist, wasted no time in springing into action. "We need to find him," she declared, her gaze sharp and focused. "Whatever's happened, we need to make sure he's okay."

Knuckles nodded in grim agreement, his fists clenched in silent determination. "We'll split up and search the city," he suggested, his voice resolute. "We won't rest until we find him."

And so, with a shared sense of urgency driving them forward, Sonic's friends scattered into the bustling streets of the city, their eyes scanning the crowds for any sign of their missing comrade. With each passing moment, their worry deepened, their hearts heavy with the weight of uncertainty.