Tails' Perspective
I felt a little better after a few months. I stopped crying all the time, but I still had nightmares. It was enough to make me shed a tear or sniffle.
I liked to isolate myself. It seemed like everyone was fine with it. They treated me differently though, as if I changed a lot. But I haven't, have I?
I decided to spend my time doing what I like the most: inventing. I thought I could probably at least try to invent something useful for The Resistance, especially since the war was getting worse. Unfortunately, I didn't come up with much.
Later, I decided that I should try to fix Omega, who got destroyed several months ago. If I couldn't save Sonic, I could at least save him.
Well, it didn't work. My brain must've been turned off for so long.
"Hmm, that should have done it... I couldn't figure it out for you, buddy. I'm sorry I wasn't smart enough," I apologized to the motionless heap of metal.
When I turned around, I saw Chaos emerge from a puddle and come after me.
"Whoa! Chaos!" I cried. "Sonic, help me!"
I shuddered and waited. I knew Sonic wasn't coming. He's gone, isn't he?
That's what I thought.
I heard someone jump and attack Chaos. Chaos sinked back into his puddle.
I looked in shock. "Sonic? You... you're alive!!"
Sorry this was a little short, and that I can't come up with chapter names right now. XD The next chapter will be much longer, so get ready!
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Gone - A Sonic Forces Fanfic
FanfictionSPOILERS AND CRINGE WARNING! We all know Sonic experienced six months of torture in solitary confinement. We all know Tails had "lost it." But have they ever told their story? Now, they have. None of the images are mine!!! Mild violence warning?
