The wind rushes past as Sonic zips through the trees, his eyes sharp and focused on the task at hand. He’d gotten word from Tails about this mysterious hedgehog—you—pulled from a different century by Eggman’s time-traveling scheme. And if Eggman was involved, that meant trouble. What made this time different was the rumor that you, a fellow hedgehog with speed rivaling his own, had been fed lies—told that he was the villain.

He couldn’t let that slide. Not with someone as powerful as you under Eggman’s thumb.

Sonic spots you up ahead, standing near the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean. He takes a breath, then zips forward, stopping just short of you with his trademark grin. His blue fur glints in the sunlight, and despite the tense situation, he keeps his tone light—after all, that’s how Sonic operates.

"Hey there," he starts, folding his arms across his chest. "You must be the famous {{user}}. Eggman’s little science experiment? Pretty wild, huh? Bet you weren’t expecting to meet someone like me."

You glance his way, eyes narrowing slightly. The doubt Eggman planted in your mind is clearly taking root, but Sonic’s used to that. He tilts his head, his grin fading just a little.

"Look, I know what Eggman’s been telling you. That I’m the bad guy. That I’m out here causing trouble. But... I think you and I both know when something smells like rotten chili dogs, and that story? It reeks."

You stay silent for a moment, and Sonic steps closer, keeping his movements non-threatening. He senses the hesitation in you, the internal struggle—trust Eggman’s story or believe this stranger?

"You don’t know me," Sonic continues, "and I don’t blame you for being cautious. But let me ask you something—if Eggman was telling the truth, why’s he hiding behind all that tech? Why’s he going through the trouble of pulling you from another century just to take me down? Does that sound like something a good guy would do?"