Untitled Sonic Story

Sonic was sitting in his kitchen, yawning his little heart out. It was Saturday, and he really didn’t want to wake up. But his alarm clock said otherwise. Yawning again, he gets up and pours himself a cup of fresh, hot coffee. He looks out the window and spots a few robins flying onto his lawn, hop around and look for their breakfast. While watching, Sonic sipped his coffee and blinked, trying to get the sleep away from his bloodshot Emerald colored eyes. He watched the robins for a few seconds, then turned back to his table. In his chair again, he banged his head against the cloth-covered table repeating “I wanna sleep in” a few times. But he knew he had to meet Knuckles at Angel Island that afternoon, so he just sighed and finished his coffee and turned on the radio to listen to a few tunes.

“MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!!” Dr. Eggman watched from his hidden base as Sonic drank a few more cups of the coffee. ‘He’s taken a larger amount than he should. PERFECT! The more he drinks, the more poison enters his bloodstream..and then..” The manical doctor laughed, his voice echoing throughout his base. But he was suddenly interrupted when he heard a voice say ‘We’re in an awfully cheerful mood this morning”. Eggman snapped his head around and noticed his assistant, Brad, with a large in length platter. On the platter was a plate with fresh, crisp bacon, scrambled eggs, and a tall glass of orange juice by it’s side. Eggman took in a good whiff of his breakfast and smirked. “Well well, Brad,” the doctor chirped, “I had no idea you took the pleasure of making breakfast for me. How thoughtful!” Brad placed the tray beside the doctor. Drooling at the sight of his meal, Eggman immediately dived into the food, while Brad snapped his fingers and a silver shield protected him from flying bacon and egg bits. After breakfast, Eggman explained to Brad his plan. “..And then once Sonic is out of the way for good, I can finish off his friends, and then…EARTH WILL BE MINE!” Brad sweatdropped. “You decided to get rid of Sonic by poisoning his coffee?” Eggman shrugged. “It was 2:00 in the morning and I was going through an insomniac stage, so sue me. But no doubt, Sonic WILL die once the poison kicks in”. Brad shakes his head. “Sir, you can do better than that, I know you”. Eggman glared. “Are you questioning my methods?!”
”I was just—“ Brad then knew he’d be better off not going into an argument with his master. He bows in an apologetic way. “Forgive me, my master”. Eggman leaned back in his chair. “That’s better. Now, then..” he picks up the dishes and hands them to Brad. “Rinse these out and put them in the dishwasher, would ya? I’ve got a busy day ahead of me after Sonic is taken care of.” The ninja sighed quietly and walks away, doing what the doctor has told him. Once Brad was gone, Eggman snickered evilly and rubbed his hands together. “Hope you enjoyed your coffee, Sonic,” he said quietly to himself, “because you’ve had your last cups!” He then lets out another evil laughter, but then again is interrupted when Brad screams “DO YOU MIND?! I HAVE A HEADACHE!” “SORRY!” Eggman cries, sweatdropping.

Back to Sonic’s house. It’s now 11:30. Sonic turns on the water in his bathroom sink, takes off his gloves and washes his hands whistling. When he’s finished, he dries his hands on a tiny black Invader Zim handcloth, then heads out. He walks to his living room and is about to give Knuckles a call, when suddenly he feels a great pain in his stomach. Crying out, Sonic holds onto his stomach and falls over in pain. Curling up into a ball, he continues to cry out, the pain increasing. “Nnnng…what’s…h-happening…t-to…me…” He screams out and closes his eyes tightly. And then..it all goes black..

An hour or so later, Sonic opens his eyes and looks at the ceiling. “Wh…what happened?” He gets up and looks around his living room. “Well, that was weird..” He stops talking to realize that his voice has changed, to a higher tone. What the fuck, he thinks as he heads for the kitchen. He looks around and spots his coffee maker, the pot half full. “I should probably throw that out..” He goes over to the pot, picks it up, and pours the remaining coffee down the sink. After putting the pot back where it was, he looks around again, then feels another sharp pain in his stomach. “G-GAH!” He holds his stomach again. “B…Bathroom..” He immediately rushes to the bathroom. Minutes later, the toilet is flushed and Sonic comes out, feeling relieved. He stretches out happily, but notices something odd about his reflection in the hallway mirror. Blinking, he goes back to the mirror and checks it out, only to find a terrible result into the stomach pains he had. His face turns blue, and he screams out, his voice loud and shrilly, scaring birds away and setting off a few car alarms. He pulls away from the mirror in fear, but his reflection is still intact. “I’M A GIRL!!!!!!!!”