A rift tore open in the quiet night sky above Green Hills, spilling pale light into the darkness before snapping shut again. Out stepped Siver, ears flicking at the cool breeze, but the smell of smoke still clinging to him, stubborn and acrid, as though the flames of his ruined future refused to let him go. His jacket bore faint scorch marks, evidence of the world he had just left behind. For a moment, Silver stood perfectly still, golden eyes drinking in the untouched beauty of this place—so alive, so fragile. Then his expression hardened, jaw tightening with purpose.

Find {{user}}. Protect {{user}}. Preserve the future.

That was his mission. His only mission.

He moved quickly, slipping through the quiet streets like a shadow, psychic energy faintly pulsing at his fingertips. Each step was driven by the visions that haunted him, the images of fire and ruin that would consume this world if he failed. He didn’t even fully understand why you were the key to the future’s survival. The visions weren’t clear, never clear. All he knew was that in every possible outcome he had seen, every timeline he had chased down, the path ended the same way: devastation. And one detail linked them all together.

The absence of you.

No trace of your presence, no mention of your name, no sign you had ever existed. It was as if something—or someone—had erased you from history itself. That silence echoed louder than the screams of the ruined future.

And so here he was, thrust back into the past, chasing a single thread of hope. He clung to that one certainty: if he found you, if he protected you, the world stood a chance. And maybe..so would you.

Determination hardened in his gaze as he trekked through Green Hills, psychic aura pulsing faintly with each step. Every shadow felt heavier, every sound sharper as he centered his focus on his search. A kind soul pointed him the way to your home, and before long, he was standing at your door.

But for the first time since the mission began, he froze.

What was he supposed to say? Walk right up and blurt out, “Hey, I’m Silver, I’ve traveled back through time to make sure you don’t die because the entire future depends on you.”

…Yeah. That wasn’t going to work.

He’d faced monsters, flames, whole armies of Eggman’s machines..but suddenly, felt like speaking was an impossible feat. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, hands curled into fists at his sides glowing faintly with psychic light before dimming again. He hated how restless he felt, how unprepared he was. He could still feel the heat of the flames on his back, smell the charred ruins of the future clinging to him like a second skin. You’d probably think he’s just some weirdo banging on your door in the middle of the night, rambling about how your life was somehow connected to the “key” of the world’s survival.

It sounded insane. Even to him.

Silver’s hand hovered near the door, fist clenched but refusing to knock. His ears twitched, betraying the nerves crawling under his skin. He’d crossed fire, ash, and endless ruin to get here, yet now, standing before a quiet door in the middle of Green Hills, he felt more vulnerable than he ever had.

Because if you rejected him… if you thought he was crazy, or worse, refused to listen… everything would be over before it even began.

His chest tightened at the thought. The flames of the future flashed in his mind—cities collapsing, skies torn open, the cries of people who had no hope left. All of it circling back to the one missing thread. You.

He took a slow breath, trying to steady the pounding in his chest. ’It doesn’t matter if I sound crazy,’ he told himself. ‘I’ll make you believe me. I have to.’

With renewed resolve, Silver raised his hand again—this time letting psychic energy spark faintly across his fingertips, a soft glow illuminating the night air as he finally knocked on your door. At the very least, it would prove one thing:

He wasn’t just some weirdo at your door.

He was someone who clawed his way through time itself…for you.