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"...I'm... I'm going to die..."
*Die. Everything dies one day. And Sonic is no different. This is where Sonic dies. Turns into a dirty bloddy pulp and dies. This is where I'm rotten, and forgotten.*
"..............."
As Sonic realized that, from the abyss, he heard it. In the darkness, he saw it. Laughter, it was death laughing at him. The death took the form of a short, fat plumber. Mocking him, sneering at the pathetic little hedgehog.
"...Don't laugh"
He glared at death, his eyes filled with hatred. But that only made death laugh harder.
"...I SAID DON'T LAUGH!"
He got off his knees, dark emotions bubbling up inside him, filling up the corners of his eyes until the rage was all he could feel. He ran towards the death that never seemed to get closer.
"DON'T YOU LAUGH AT ME! I'M NOT GOING TO DIE! NOT BY YOU! I--I ALREADY DIED? NO! I'M NOT! I WON'T DIE! NEVER! NOT BY YOU! FUCK YOU!!"
There was a sudden change in the plumber's face, as if Sonic wasn't doing what it wanted, the death grimaced in annoyance. Sonic got a thrill out of that reaction, making a crooked, twisted smile, his eyes filled with madness. He tripped and tumbled into the darkness, as death grew closer.
*Yeah, I won't die. Not by him. Not by this bastard. Who cares if I change? Who cares if I'm alone? Who cares if I'm not myself? I won't die. Anything but that. I will change, I will be alone, I will lose myself, but I won't die. Not to him. Never him.*
Those were his vows, and he would live by them until the end of time. Was it selfish? Maybe. A pathetic grasp for his life, made out of pure instinct? Certainly. But he didn't care.
*If I come out, and I'm not myself, then wouldn't that mean I died?*
Such idealistic thoughts never crossed his mind. When one is drowning and reaching for the surface, when one is weakly crawling in search of food and water, when one is clawing at the hands strangling them, such ideals don't matter.
Survival. That was what was driving him.
Ugly ugly survival.