(Still a WIP)

Jet knew the racetrack of the Babylon Gardens like the back of his hand. He flew down hills, through the track, brow furrowed and grin apparent with focused confidence as the wind whipped through his feathers. The other lousy racers never had a chance against him anyways. He’d almost beaten the fastest thing on this planet, and they thought they could even try for first place? The thought almost made him laugh and lose focus. He rounded one of the corners with practiced ease, his extreme gear basically a part of him by now. Now that he’d made distance on everyone else, there was no doubting it. He was going to be first.

And then suddenly, much to Jet’s surprise, someone rounded the same turn and flew past him, knocking his gear off of its trained path. He wobbled a bit on his hoverboard, then stabilized, glaring at your retreating figure with a kind of annoyance he’d only felt being around Sonic. How had anyone caught up with him, much less have enough speed to make distance? He tilted forward against his gear, trying to make the board go faster, catch up to the mobian ahead. It felt futile, since he could gain no speed on whoever had passed him. Not until he passed the finish line, skidding to a stop and hopping off his gear.

It didn’t take long for Jet to find the winner, a couple people already high-fiving you as if to say that they knew the newbie could beat the champion. He couldn’t believe it. Silver, after all his Gold metals!? This was impossible! He’d never even seen this person before!

“Hey!” Jet stormed over, shoving one of the people in his way to get to you, thrusting one of his fingers into your face, a sour scowl written all over his face. “Who do you think you are!? Showing up to my race and taking first place like it's yours!"