Sonic the Hedgehog Anthology

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Plot Synopsis:

Sonic and Tails have been friends ever since they first met. They look out for each other and care for the other immensely. Their bond is tested one day where Tails begins to feel down on his luck. He feels useless. Sonic is there to reassure his best buddy.

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Sonic has been my best friend for quite some time now. He's always there for me, and despite his cocky attitude, he still has a warm heart to share with the world, but it seems like none feel that warmth stronger than I do. Our bond seems indestructible. We understand each other. We connect on a deep emotional level. I never truly understood that until one day, when I became down on my luck...

What started as a simple suggestion from Sonic, turned into a downward spiral of sadness and hopelessness. He didn't mean to do this to me, why would he? I was painfully reminded on how seemingly sad my life was. It wouldn't leave my head. Sonic did nothing but support me, like a good, meaningful friend should, but instead of accepting his kind words, I merely deflected it with more pessimism and sadness.

I pray for a better future. I pray to get a grip on what will happen later in life. I pray that I will be okay, but it's not enough. Sonic tells me that my fear is normal, but that only lead me to think about how pitiful it was for me to rely on so many people while still trying to be independent. I keep talking about being better on my own, yet I contradict myself every time I use a resource to cover something I deeply lack in. It demoralizes me.

I explain to him my sad fears of the world. My persona is too introverted to really let me flourish. All thoughts stay in my head, building up into anxiety each and every time. I personally find this extremely disheartening, because I feel like I should know better. I'm starting to come of age, and where am I at? I can't stay on top of things without others pushing me to do so. How independent does that sound? My eyes begin shedding tears...

Sonic tells me that I should find something productive to do for the community. He says it can help with confidence and can further build my perspective on the world. Instead, all I get from that is that I could've done much better than what I did in those previous years. I sit alone, sheltered, away from society. I chose to do nothing, and old habits die hard. My guilt has risen to it's limit. My tears turn into rivers rushing down my face. My eyes begin to burn with each passing second. My breathing becomes heavy. I want it to end.

Sonic stays loyal to me and reassures me about everything. He wants me to go about life at my own reasonable pace. He says that our comfort zones are valuable, but we need to step out of them from time to time. He doesn't want me to be afraid. He wants me to conquer the inner anxiety that resides within me. He admires my honesty in the situation. Sonic wants the best for me. I finally ease off. I tell him the usually "I hope so," and "Thank you," that I tend to say. Sonic then leaves me to myself. I'm finally calm again.

Time passes. I must've forgotten what happened, since it hasn't entered my mind yet. I see him again. Sonic asks me if I'm okay. I actually feel better. Normally I'd remember how bad it was and get sad all over again. No, I instead explain how much better I feel. He smiles at me and we hug it out. His heart touches mine with immense passion. With nothing else barring my positive emotions, I can now realize how grateful I am to have such a kind, caring friend like Sonic. He stayed with me and reassured me at the worst of times. I was foolish to overlook something as precious as that. I now understand how much you care for me. I stay with you to return the favor. You're the best friend I've ever had, Sonic! I won't forget you!