Let's start with saying this...I was told that I was made using part of the DNA of another hedgehog 1 of Father's family members made...some1 named Shadow is geneticly my brother...a guy named Robotnic. I guess that makes Robotnic my grandpa. Knowing this, he also alisema that he made me so I would b different...better....supposedly. But I...I'm a monster...just like the others...only un-like them...well...they have 3 different forms, rite? Regular, demon, and were form...I have not only my own soul but 2 other, evil souls that inhabbit me. They try 2 take over and it shows in my 2 other...“forms”. This is how me and my “brother” along with me compaired 2 all the rest of them r different. These other 2 souls...they fight against mine 4 compleat control. While clearly sometimes they get out...other times I let them out. U c, I found their secret....once they get out they slowly get weaker against my own soul even as they get stronger in the body...THAT is the only way I can beat them...that in mind, let the story begin.
“Here we go...does it hurt...?” the sad line our Father alisema when he was infusing my body with 2 other souls that aren't mine...of corse it hurt....i was forcing bak tears and screams against his sick, twisted smile and his cold eyes....
“no...” I force the word from my mouth...i would never tell him how bad it hurt....how much I felt like I would die...white walls surround us...i feel dead...this goes on 4ever as shadows....darkness closes in. I will NEVER onyesha how it hurts....he'll think i'm weak....but my skin turned white as snow...then black again...white, black, white, red....black....swirl....2 this siku I have a bila mpangilio white patch on both legs....that's y I ware pants....my eyes were constantly changing colors...and I know this because it was like...like I was sitting outside my body after a while...just watching.
I couldn't feel anything...pain, heat...anger...it was all happening 2 my body judging kwa the faces I was making....but my mind and soul had sepperated from it....and I was glad that I wasn't facing Father...or, my body wasn't. I will fight...i still do....they crawl just below my skin...but I won't let them win. At least, not as long as my soul is still here...and in this body.
He alisema after the agony comes power. With power, he said, comes fame and with fame, money. That made my other 2 souls happy....but I couldn't care less. All I could think is “is it over yet...?” and wish I may the hurting never has stopped...but I didn't have a say...i was 10 when he did that...
Once that was over things became normal....ish...other then the constant pain of the 2 others at war inside of me...3 powers r fighting and all 3 sides r loosing....4ever and always...and time is goin' on and on it goes...4ever. I've tried 2 live my life normal but sometimes....well, I feel like i've been left in hell and lying 2 myself...sad but tru. The only way out isn't an option....so I will make sure I don't die 4gotten. I promised myself that long ago. “An Angel that went insane...” it's part of something I read a while bak...and Flame Blizzard alisema it sounded like me perfectly...
Around the months after he put 2 extra souls in my body, he started getting zaidi and more....building a god damned army...and me and Flame Blizzard were the leaders of the army...but it wasn't enough...it never was...it's ez 2 fall apart completely...and I tried 2 make sure I didn't fall victum 2 it...
Yes....an army....against whom? 1 guy....a blue hedgehog named Sonic...y? Because Father alone was completely failing at getting him...as did we...he always managed 2 get away with those crystals...they just onyesha up, then he turns golden and we get blown away au something. No matter how badly he was loosing he would always win with those things...it was zaidi then slightly irritating...and caused all of us untold amounts of pain and suffering because he'd get away.
Well, no need 2 say eventually we got sick of it. No need 2 go in2 our imprisenment and escape because Flame Blizzard did that already. But 4 me it was more....complicated...because my other 2 souls were made 2 b loyal...so what I did was force all the pain, hurt, hate...agony...on2 those 2 until they were submissive.
So as u sit there, salama in ur space....imagin our lives 4 a bit...i sit here, trying 2 hide my scars....forcing it all on the 2 other souls...hoping 1 au both leave...but they will always fight me. So, I guess...here WE r....fighting....as mine tries 2 make Marafiki with the other 2 and slowly gets thro 2 them...y r u so...eager....2 hurt some1 who's already been thro so much pain? I kno we've caused so much pain....
The lonely road ahead may have a light at the end...or only zaidi darkness....just take a breath and walk along...I've tried that...it never did work 4 me. Boarder line...dead inside...so I feed the sickness...embrase it...and force myself not 2 leave this world 2nite. Full of fear, i'll b here...fighting till I die...i used 2 b full of anger...i used 2 c red but now it's just all black. It only hurts just once...they're only broken bones....as I hide my hate...NO ONE....can hurt me without being punished...broken bones, ripped flesh....it heals over time and scars....they're suppose 2 fade....but they always remain none-the-less. The greedy bastered....he'll get what's coming, i'll make sure of it....i'll let the darkness consume me....
He thinks kwa making them loyal 2 him he won the fight....but he's only Lost his mind. I was a prisoner but now they won't fight me...I'VE gained control over them....i kno life is sink au swim. So no time 4 lies, i'm in control. This is how it's gonna end....let me c him 1 zaidi time....dead. Every1 is waiting 4 every1 else 2 do something....i'm sick of waiting...as SOON as I c him again...i will kill him.
Once I do that, I will try 2 find my place....1 last thing....can we live a life of peace and happiness...? I don't think so...i try 2 look the other way but I realized freedom isn't free....it's cost? Lives....lives of millions most of the time...all defending rites that we don't even have....and they aren't even rites, they're privlages...temporary at best, because they can b taken away. I gave up...now I go my own way. And when all these dreams have come 2 an end....u'll understand me better.
“Here we go...does it hurt...?” the sad line our Father alisema when he was infusing my body with 2 other souls that aren't mine...of corse it hurt....i was forcing bak tears and screams against his sick, twisted smile and his cold eyes....
“no...” I force the word from my mouth...i would never tell him how bad it hurt....how much I felt like I would die...white walls surround us...i feel dead...this goes on 4ever as shadows....darkness closes in. I will NEVER onyesha how it hurts....he'll think i'm weak....but my skin turned white as snow...then black again...white, black, white, red....black....swirl....2 this siku I have a bila mpangilio white patch on both legs....that's y I ware pants....my eyes were constantly changing colors...and I know this because it was like...like I was sitting outside my body after a while...just watching.
I couldn't feel anything...pain, heat...anger...it was all happening 2 my body judging kwa the faces I was making....but my mind and soul had sepperated from it....and I was glad that I wasn't facing Father...or, my body wasn't. I will fight...i still do....they crawl just below my skin...but I won't let them win. At least, not as long as my soul is still here...and in this body.
He alisema after the agony comes power. With power, he said, comes fame and with fame, money. That made my other 2 souls happy....but I couldn't care less. All I could think is “is it over yet...?” and wish I may the hurting never has stopped...but I didn't have a say...i was 10 when he did that...
Once that was over things became normal....ish...other then the constant pain of the 2 others at war inside of me...3 powers r fighting and all 3 sides r loosing....4ever and always...and time is goin' on and on it goes...4ever. I've tried 2 live my life normal but sometimes....well, I feel like i've been left in hell and lying 2 myself...sad but tru. The only way out isn't an option....so I will make sure I don't die 4gotten. I promised myself that long ago. “An Angel that went insane...” it's part of something I read a while bak...and Flame Blizzard alisema it sounded like me perfectly...
Around the months after he put 2 extra souls in my body, he started getting zaidi and more....building a god damned army...and me and Flame Blizzard were the leaders of the army...but it wasn't enough...it never was...it's ez 2 fall apart completely...and I tried 2 make sure I didn't fall victum 2 it...
Yes....an army....against whom? 1 guy....a blue hedgehog named Sonic...y? Because Father alone was completely failing at getting him...as did we...he always managed 2 get away with those crystals...they just onyesha up, then he turns golden and we get blown away au something. No matter how badly he was loosing he would always win with those things...it was zaidi then slightly irritating...and caused all of us untold amounts of pain and suffering because he'd get away.
Well, no need 2 say eventually we got sick of it. No need 2 go in2 our imprisenment and escape because Flame Blizzard did that already. But 4 me it was more....complicated...because my other 2 souls were made 2 b loyal...so what I did was force all the pain, hurt, hate...agony...on2 those 2 until they were submissive.
So as u sit there, salama in ur space....imagin our lives 4 a bit...i sit here, trying 2 hide my scars....forcing it all on the 2 other souls...hoping 1 au both leave...but they will always fight me. So, I guess...here WE r....fighting....as mine tries 2 make Marafiki with the other 2 and slowly gets thro 2 them...y r u so...eager....2 hurt some1 who's already been thro so much pain? I kno we've caused so much pain....
The lonely road ahead may have a light at the end...or only zaidi darkness....just take a breath and walk along...I've tried that...it never did work 4 me. Boarder line...dead inside...so I feed the sickness...embrase it...and force myself not 2 leave this world 2nite. Full of fear, i'll b here...fighting till I die...i used 2 b full of anger...i used 2 c red but now it's just all black. It only hurts just once...they're only broken bones....as I hide my hate...NO ONE....can hurt me without being punished...broken bones, ripped flesh....it heals over time and scars....they're suppose 2 fade....but they always remain none-the-less. The greedy bastered....he'll get what's coming, i'll make sure of it....i'll let the darkness consume me....
He thinks kwa making them loyal 2 him he won the fight....but he's only Lost his mind. I was a prisoner but now they won't fight me...I'VE gained control over them....i kno life is sink au swim. So no time 4 lies, i'm in control. This is how it's gonna end....let me c him 1 zaidi time....dead. Every1 is waiting 4 every1 else 2 do something....i'm sick of waiting...as SOON as I c him again...i will kill him.
Once I do that, I will try 2 find my place....1 last thing....can we live a life of peace and happiness...? I don't think so...i try 2 look the other way but I realized freedom isn't free....it's cost? Lives....lives of millions most of the time...all defending rites that we don't even have....and they aren't even rites, they're privlages...temporary at best, because they can b taken away. I gave up...now I go my own way. And when all these dreams have come 2 an end....u'll understand me better.
normal beings.
The main villain has an army of violet vemons that vary.