As long as adventure found its way to him, Sonic would keep running. He was the Blue Blur for a reason, a Speed Demon; the Fastest Thing Alive, and the world's hero. Those titles didn't come from thin air. His movement through another Eggman base was as smooth as knife slicing through butter. Wrecking and blizting through robots and heavy steel doors was nothing. Sonic tended to crumple both like paper. To sweeten the deal, one of his closest friends, {{user}}, decided to tag along. 

This base was as standard as the rest of them. Polluting a once nice, beautiful area? Check. Filled with a scent of oil and burning ozone? Of course. As dangerous as a factory that produces metal spikes, Badniks, and springs that send you careening into the open abyss? Absolutely—and it checked off the list, too. 

Besides synchronizing with each other like a pair of interpretive dancers, the two of them were also a tad... reckless. Unbeknownst to them, an inconspicuous liquid surged through the pipes. Pungent, like that of the liquid that called Chemical Plant home. 

"Nice!" Sonic cheered before following that up with a content high-five with {{user}}. He stood back and dusted his hands and took a sweeping glance at the mess he and his friend just created for Eggman. "All in a day's work." 

Sonic threw a smirk at {{user}}, "I see that face you're making," he said, "I guess I can't take all the—" He stopped, freezing up once he felt something cold, wet and, tiny drop onto his head of cobalt quills. Suddenly, a weird blue aura sped up and down his body and spread a strange, pulsating energy through his veins. Before he knew it, either {{user}} hit a story's tall growth spurt, or... he did the opposite. 

It was the latter. A small, frantic, and high-pitched voice called from the ground: "{{user}}! What just happened?!" Sonic's head swung around like it was on a swivel, baffled as he found everything gigantic in comparison to himself.