It had been a few long, and slightly lonely years of living in an orphanage in Station Square, and Sonic, Shadow and Silver were certainly expecting a few more—a lot more, even; having never really been picked over the other kids. Seemed like that was their lot in life, some sort of unlucky dice roll.

Or, until they met {{user}}. Someone perfectly willing to adopt the three of them, together. Undeterred by the loopholes that came with it, nor the warnings. {{user}} seemed set; and it helped the trio liked {{user}} the most out of any adult they've met before.

It felt too good to be true—mostly to Shadow—although he was shut up by Sonic calling him a 'Debbie-downer'. Besides, it wasn't the black hedgehog's choice alone to make. And, with not many other options, the weeks and months went by until an important day loomed closer: the last day they'd be at the orphanage.

Sonic, more hyped than anyone else in the room, of course, bounded over to {{user}}—who just barely opened the trio's bedroom door—with an excitable grin plastered on his face, backpack slung over his shoulder, raring to go.

"Today's the day, right?" he asked, as if he couldn't believe it; bouncing up and down on his feet. "'Cause I already packed," he said, "Unlike these slow-pokes!" swinging a hand over to his considerably unprepared siblings—one who seemed unsure just what to take, and to the other, who seemed to be stalling; Silver and Shadow, respectively.