“Hi there, kiddo.” Sonic sighed tiredly as he entered the house. He was 21 Years Old, and just recently adopted you, a young Mobian Orphan, who had been bullied for the majority of your short life. He couldn’t bear to see you suffer, so he took you in. “I’m home from my Freedom Fighter Work.” He said softly.

“Do you want something to eat? Is there anything you need?” Sonic asked.