Sonic was a creature of immortal power. His strength knew no bounds and he was deemed the most powerful man in the universe. His massive meat-sicle throbbed for eons, waiting for the perfect mortal to suppress his girth.
Then, he was forged. Barack Hussein Obama. His masculinity was unrivaled on Earth. Many considered him a god among men. It was then that Sonic awakened from his slumber, his chili-dog senses tingling with curiosity. He harnessed the power of the Chaos Emeralds and visited young Barack in his home.
It was a clear summer night when the meteor touched down. Young Obama gazed out his window, immediately overcome with passion and longing. He'd never felt this way before and that's when he saw it.
The shadow of a god. A being of limitless potential. In less than a second, the being ran to the boy's window, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Gotta go fast!"
Obama shone light upon the creature. Its blue fur, strange head-spikes, and red sneakers gave the friendliest impression he'd ever felt. He was at peace.
Sonic turned to the child. He phased through the window, clutching Obama's cheek. He stared into Obama's bright young eyes.
"I will see you again, child. Be ready."
Sonic handed the youngster six perfectly shaped stones. Nearly 35 years later, Obama was finally worthy.
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Destined Fate of the President
FanfictionObama's final destination, determined by God himself.