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Drowning

It was dark.

Sonic usually had no problems with the dark. Why would he? He slept in the darkness for nearly every day in his life, no matter the weather or occasion. The dark had always been comforting to him. It was hard to explain...it, made him feel...light. It made him feel calm and relaxed. At that time of day, he could finally take a load off, forget about all of his worries and just relax.

He used to love it.

Used to.

In certain situations, the black void could make you feel different things. If you're tired, it'll lull you to sleep like a gentle lullaby. If you're scared, it'll leave you awake, paranoid, and uneasy.

If you were suddenly plunged underwater, it'll have you panicking madly for your life, maybe even to the point of passing out.

How did he get here? How did he go from having a seemingly normal battle with Robotnik to being knocked into cold water? Was his guard that far down? Was he not paying close enough attention to Robotnik's attack patterns?

He was engulfed in darkness...he didn't like it at all. No, no way, oceans aren't supposed to be this dark. Ice Cap zone was never this eerie, it always had a bit of a glow to it. Where was it now? Perhaps the glow was still there...and the lack of oxygen was starting to mess up his vision.

His lungs burned. He achingly longed to release the air he was holding in and take a fresh new breath, but he couldn't. It was taking all of his will power not to give up, a hand clamped over his mouth and nose like an airtight seal. His heart rate, he noticed, was beginning to slow down. While in the beginning, it eas beating faster than a jackrabbit, it was now beating at a concerningly slow place. Maybe that was why he was feeling so weak all of a sudden.

He was freezing. Duh, some might say, considering that this was a place that was known for their frosty weather. His fingers were starting to go numb, painfully numb, and they were on their way to getting frostbite. Taking a small glance at his arm amidst his struggle to hold his breath, he could see a red patch starting to form near his shoulder. God, this wasn't good, this wasn't good at all. He couldn't take it anymore. His eyes burned from the water gushing into them, his lungs felt as if they were about to collapse, his head was pounding, his legs were kicking in sheer panic and desperation.

He needed to leave. He wanted out, he wanted out NOW. Where was Tails? Obviously, he had seen him fall into the water, right? W-why wasn't he doing anything? Why wasn't he trying to help him get out? Was he still fighting Robotnik...oh god, what if he got captured?! He couldn't be, no, please, not right now. The thought only piled onto the stress, his eyes shutting tightly when the pain and worry became too much. He bit his tongue as the burning got worse, a putrid taste of blood being added to his senses. He was trapped...he was genuinely trapped...

A bubble escaped his lips.

His eyes shot right back open at the loss of air, letting out muffled screams of pain and fear as the burning turned into an agonizing ache. His head was about to explode, the lack of oxygen finally affecting his vital organs. He couldn't feel his hands anymore, which made it harder to keep a grip on his muzzle. He was thrashing around madly in the water at this point, and air bubbles were slowly leaving him like a deflating balloon.

The screams, he was screaming so loud that he disturbed some fish. Tails was still there, he had to be. He had to have seen those bubbles rise to the surface, he had to have heard his desperate screams for help. Black, wavy dots began to float across his vision, and his insides felt all wonky. If he could cry, he would cry at this very moment. He was dying in the most painful way possible, he was trapped here, and he would only seek freedom seconds too late when his limp form would rise. He accepted it at this point.

He couldn't hold it in anymore. He tried, he tried his absolute hardest to hang in there, but he couldn't. The last bubble of air left him, and the blue blur instantly clutched his throat as immense pain settled in. Out of instinct, he gasped for a breathe, only to inhale a big gallon-sized amount of water.

His vision was blurry now. His limbs were practically frozen. If he somehow survived this, the high chance of hypothermia would put him out. But that was being silly, wasn't it? The burning...it slowly went away, and so did his headache. His heart was now beating weakly. Sonic shut his eyes in defeat as he accepted his fate.

"It's okay."

He told himself this as he waited for death to do it's toll, letting his hands fall freely to his sides. It was alright...he was going to be alright. In a few seconds, this was all going to be over with. He'd no longer be in pain.

"I'm sorry, Tails...love ya always, little bro."

He wished he could tell the orange fox those words in person. He'd feel better knowing that their last words were words of love. He only felt worse knowing that wasn't the case. What a pity... he was going to leave this world without telling Tails that he loved him. That he was the closest thing he had to a family. They hadn't played together lately. Tails would ask time and time again, but he always shut him down.

That was the last memory he was going to die with. Making his little brother sad.

Pathetic.

His mind as starting to shut down. Thoughts and memories once came clearly to him, but now, everything he thought of felt jumbled up and confusing.

He let things go.

His rivalry with Knuckles no longer mattered. His hatred for Robotnik was pointless. He forgived both of them. It was the right thing to do, wasn't it? No use in leaving this world being bitter.

He felt like he was flying. Daydreaming, even. He stopped thinking about his regrets and his wishes, his goodbyes and his last words.

And soon...he stopped thinking altogether.

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