The New Wave Ultimate Lifeform

Chapter One - Interspecies Advertisement

Hello! Welcome to The New Wave Ultimate Lifeform

A couple things before we get started. All characters are 18+ unless stated otherwise. This story will involve characters and story elements from all forms of Sonic media. Please be mindful of mature themes; such as implied sexual interactions, alcohol use and foul language. Please view the tags for more information.

This story focuses heavy on Sonic, Shadow and Amy, with other characters playing supporting roles. This is ultimately a SonShadAmy story with moments of each individual ship present. I suggest not reading if you don't enjoy Sonamy, Shadamy or Sonadow.

Sonadow will not be as present compared to Sonamy and Shadamy. However, will be heavily implied/up to interruption from the reader.

If you have any questions, you can ask them here or on my tumblr (honeymoonbunny). All feedback/criticism is appreciated.

I hope you enjoy!

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Instructions and commands from all sorts of production crew echoed through out the chaotic backstage area. Executive producers, sound technicians, makeup artist, and camera crew, all scuffled about frantically, playing their individual parts in ensuring the heroes were ready to be on live television.

And despite how used to the chaos Sonic the Hedgehog was, there was something about this environment that made him feel completely out of his element. The artificial sense of it all making his skin crawl.

It's not that he was camera shy, far from it. The Blue Blur was much more accustomed to being in front of a crowd of helpless civilians, cheering him on as he fought off whatever god like creature the mad scientist, Dr Eggman, had decided to unleash upon the planet that week, all for his sick desire of world domination.

It was a different kind of performance Sonic would play for them, one that was driven from his love of freedom, that came naturally to him. He despised oppression, and any opportunity to stand up against such was a thrill.

He had managed to do a pretty good job at stopping the Doctors schemes over the last 13 years, his stride had significantly slowed as the years went on, Ivo's age catching up on him.

Which left Sonic the time to be forced into situations like these.

"Okay Sonic, you'll be going on first." One of the producers he got introduced to earlier interrupts, snapping the hedgehog from his day dreams.

Confusion plastered Sonic's face in an instance. He quickly glanced over to his best friend, Miles 'Tails' Prower, who sat directly next to him on a directors chair—busy getting pampered by makeup artists and hair stylists. The fox looked over merely from the sense that Sonic was looking at him, an instinct he had grown over the last decade of knowing each other.

Tails knew when Sonic needed him, and that hadn't changed, even despite the fact that the fox hadn't adventured much with Sonic as of the last couple of years. His priorities lying elsewhere.

Sonic couldn't help but be taken aback by Tail's appearance. His long hair neatly combed back into a ponytail, a style he had adopted over these last couple of years, to ensure his fur was out of his face while performing surgeries, or as he worked on science experiments; such as constructing new robotics or observing samples of DNA.

Instead of his usual lab coat however, Tail's chose to dapper up for his interview, wearing a more casual black tuxedo, perfectly tailored to his tall and slender body. A height that most mobians weren't able to obtain, including Sonic, which remained a couple inches shorter than his "younger brother" after they both finished puberty.

It was strange, but not unexpected, to see Tails putting so much effort into his appearance for this interview. It almost left Sonic embarrassed, as he showed up wearing his classic red, white and gold buckle runners, along with a nice black bomber jacket that he left unzipped, showing off his tanned chest. He had clearly missed the memo on the dress code.