Invisible (Sonic Short Fanfic) (Open to Interpretation)

Invisible

You may not see him, but Sonic is right here. No signs of a short blue hedgehog, but still here. People around here can't see him and always ask his friends where he is. Where is Sonic, you may ask? He's right here. Helping me.

Sometimes, people can actually see him. If he were to be in the crowd, his appearance would make him stand out the most. Obviously, because he's not a human being. He's a fast blue anthropomorphic hedgehog with white gloves and red shoes. Take away these bright features and you will not be able to recognize Sonic. Not even his green emerald eyes can help that.

At those times, Sonic is a celebrity. He is famous for being a superhero who guards the world against evil. His unique looks and well-known identity gets him all the attention from ordinary people. The old and wise would appreciate him for protecting them and the young and childish would ask him for autographs. The fanatics would do what it takes just to be with Sonic, to the point where chasing after him and squeezing him tightly became the norm for them. All of those stress is luckily avoided, but at what cost?

The other times when Sonic is 'nowhere to be seen', he is basically an unknown being. No one sees him. Only his friends and I can. We are the only ones who can see and interact with him. Each time I talked to him in his 'unseen' state, people around us would look at me like I was talking to a ghost. When I told them that Sonic was here, they would scoff it off as they couldn't see him. They called me crazy. Only a crazy person can talk to oneself. Maybe I'm crazy. But I had seen a ghost before. And I can assure you that Sonic is not a ghost. He is alive and well. And real. It's just that he can not be seen. Only I can see him.

Mostly I guess.

But I once felt that he could not see me. Only the surface and crazy me. The fake me. I wished.

And that thought had worsened at one time when I wanted to be missing instead.

At that time, we were in the park sitting on a bench. I was simply gazing at the astonishing night sky, with shining stars and the moon taking up the space. I was the only one of the duo enjoying the scenery as it seemed that Sonic was not looking at it.

I turned to see what Sonic was doing. He was looking at his 'transparent' body, with eyelids halfway closed. I became concerned about him looking at his own laps.

"Is there something wrong with him?" I thought. "He's usually such a fun guy to have a chat with. Unless I mess things up."

Then I was saddened at that thought, reflecting on what I had done. "Did I mess things up a little too much?" I asked myself internally. I gave some consideration about what I could do and decided that if Sonic was feeling down, I had to provide emotional support. Though I felt that doing so would make me regret that immediately, due to not being good with words.

"I better talk to him. It may be worth a shot."

I looked at Sonic, who was still staring at his limbs. "Is there something wrong, Sonic?" I asked him kindly as I moved myself to be near him.

The frown on his face lengthened a bit. "I'm sick and tired of this!" he yelled in frustration. "People run away from me like I'm a ghost or something. I can't take this anymore!"

I was shocked. I did not expect such an outburst from a normally mature guy. It seemed clear to me that he was upset. So I went onto the backrest of the bench to cheer him up. "Sonic, I'm sure that your problems will go away so that people will be able to 'see' you again," I convinced him.

But my first attempt didn't work. Sonic still looked upset. "I can't wait any longer!" Sonic responded in exasperation. "You acted just like these humans when we first met!" He then went on to ranting, glaring straight into my eyes. "Because I lost my hedgehog body occasionally, nobody even knows that the hero they need the most is right here! Sure, I no longer have to be chased by fangirls and all, but it gets too far when I can't help but chase everyone away with the way I am!"