Sonichu Rewritten Memories : Rebooted 0

Chapter 2 - Gulit

In the depths of a dark void, Sonichu wandered aimlessly, his steps echoing softly in the emptiness. Images flickered before him like ghostly projections, snapshots of his past etched into the fabric of the void.

One frame captured a younger Sonichu, a Pikachu filled with hope and innocence, before the tumultuous events that changed his life forever. He paused, gazing at the portrait with a mix of nostalgia and sadness, remembering the family he had lost.

"Mom and dad... I really miss them," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, before moving on.

The next image depicted a weary Sonichu, asleep on a moving train, his destination unknown. It was a time of uncertainty, of drifting through life with no clear path ahead.

"Back when I had nowhere to go," Sonichu reflected, a hint of melancholy in his tone.

Then, a brighter scene emerged, showing the moment he first met Rosechu. A genuine smile graced his lips as he recalled her kindness, a beacon of warmth in his otherwise solitary journey.

But as he continued, he came upon a picture that unsettled him. It was a snapshot of him and Chris outside the mall, walking together. Despite the seemingly happy moment, something felt off. Sonichu couldn't shake the feeling of dissonance, of calling Chris "Father" despite their lack of a true familial connection.

Pushing aside his confusion, Sonichu pressed on, passing more memories: battles with Blake, encounters with the Chaotic Combo, and moments of triumph and despair. Yet, amidst the familiar scenes, one image caught him off guard — Rosechu almost killing Jason.

"Hey, wait a minute..." Sonichu muttered, his mind reeling with questions.

Sonichu halted in his tracks, his attention drawn to the photo that had appeared before him. It depicted a troubling memory, one that stirred a mix of emotions within him.

As he recalled the incident involving inappropriate images of Rosechu, a wave of nausea washed over Sonichu. The crude drawings, the mockery, the humiliation — it all came flooding back. He remembered feeling sickened by the blatant disrespect shown towards Rosechu, his partner and friend.

But amidst his revulsion, Sonichu couldn't help but wonder about the motivations behind such hurtful actions. He knew Rosechu was transgender, and he had always supported her regardless of her identity. So why did they do it? What compelled them to stoop so low?

Reflecting on the past, Sonichu realized that Jason, the troll responsible for the slander against Chris, had been a target of Rosechu's rage. Yet, in hindsight, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret. Perhaps there had been another way to handle the situation, one that didn't involve violence or retaliation.

"Looking back at it," Sonichu mused to himself, "maybe we could've just ignored them."

Sonichu blinked, momentarily blinded by the sudden illumination. As his vision cleared, he found himself amidst the wreckage of a demolished building, the familiar sight of a sign reading "4-cent garbage" confirming his location.

"This is...!" Sonichu began, his voice trailing off in disbelief.

"One of the places we defeated the trolls?" a voice chimed in.

Startled, Sonichu turned to see another figure standing before him. It was him, or at least, a version of him from before the explosion. The resemblance was uncanny, yet this Sonichu exuded a sense of confidence and vitality that Sonichu found himself lacking.

"What's wrong, Sonichu?" the other Sonichu inquired, his tone filled with encouragement. "You should stand proud for the deed we did!"

Sonichu stood there, his eyes wide with disbelief as he listened to his past self's words. It was like watching a replay of his own darkest moments, a reflection of a time when anger and vengeance had consumed him whole.