Why Nine Is Loved So Much Already

Why Nine Is Loved So Much Already

Just watched Sonic Prime and it is AMAZING! It has stellar animation, unforgettable characters, and an engaging and exciting plot.

Among all of that, however, one character stood out to me more than all of the others: Nine. The "edgy, emo" Tails from the first Shatterverse. He's already a prevalent character, praised for his design, nature, and fantastic acting by Ashleigh Bell. He's just an excellent character in general, being complex and complicated.

He has a snarky, distant, and almost broken personality, from what I've seen, he IS almost broken. He's nearly broken because of what drives him in the first batch of episodes: Hope.

Hope can be an excellent thing. It can help you overcome obstacles, it can help you move forward, and it can help you win. However, what that hope exactly is and how you achieve it determines your character and morals.

What Nine HOPES for is a better future for himself. That is a good thing, however, the way he tries to achieve it is morally grey. It is a selfish hope that can potentially hurt others. Nine KNOWS it's selfish, he just doesn't care, the world treated him like dirt, and EVERYONE on it treated him like dirt, why should he care about how it affects it?

One more thing to note is how he acts around the others, Sonic specifically. He is curt, snarky, aloof, and strictly business with them, seeing no personal value in them other than using them due to how the world around him is.

Sonic, however, he's softer and opens slightly up. Sonic is open, kind, and patient toward the kit, something Nine never got to experience. He likes Sonic but doesn't know how to feel about it. He doesn't show trust in the blue blur. He likes him, but he isn't sure if he can truly trust him. But despite that, through out the series, the only time he genuinely smiles is with Sonic, no one else.

That's why he wanted Sonic to join him to live in The Grim with him.

Sonic makes him feel good, he makes him genuinely happy. He never thought about getting Sonic home, he only thought about getting the hedgehog to HIS idea of a true home.

One where it's just the two, where nobody can ever hurt them again. To him, it'd be the perfect world, a place where it's just him and the person he's close to.

But then Sonic tells him it's not going to work out. The worst part?

He's right.

Not just because of the problems with the Shatterverse, but also because it really isn't going to work out for them. While it's never outright stated if looked closer you can see that Sonic likes TAILS, not NINE. He cares for Nine BECAUSE he is a version of his brother, not because he cares for the separate person he is.

Nine is NOT Tails. Not just because he is different from Tails, but because he just isn't. Compared to Sonic, Nine isn't much better either. He DOES like Sonic and WHO he IS, but it's because of what Sonic can GIVE him that he does.

To Nine, Sonic can bring him EVERYTHING he ever wanted: A home, love, care, companionship, and family. To Nine, Sonic is his HOPE. If he loses that, he's back to square one, and that is what he desperately DOESN'T want.

It's heartbreakingly tragic and horribly unfair to both of them.

Another thing is his backstory. It wasn't over the top, it was what everyone EXPECTED to happen. Because Sonic wasn't there he was bullied relentlessly and became cold and resentful of the world. It's simple and not over-exaggerated and I appreciate that. It's not annoyingly complicated or trying hard to make you cry, it's just a simple statement of what happened. And that's the part that hurts, that we were RIGHT.

Because we were already close and emotionally invested in Tails, it was easy for us to sympathize with Nine. This was a character we loved, and looked up to, only to become cold and emotionally exhausted towards everything around him.

But the part that is great about him is that we don't know what his arc is going to be. Is he the character that opens up more and makes friends, is he the character that remains neutral, or is he going to be the true villain? We can't figure it out.

He's complicated and confusing but it's BECAUSE of that that we love him so much.

The final reason is the fact that he's just THAT character you WANT to win. He's so heart-wrenchingly tragic you just want him to achieve his goal of being happy, no matter HOW he achieves it. Even if he becomes the true antagonist I KNOW that all of us would root for him anyway because he DESERVES to win because he LOST so MUCH.

And that's why he's quite possibly going to be the greatest character ever written (not that he wasn't already in my opinion) in the Sonic universe.

How?

Alright, there's been many theories and ideas for Prime. There have been many questions thrown about, but one I haven't seen is one very important question. A question that leaves me thinking for days, a question that I rack my goddamn brain for answers:

How the HELL did Nine know that Sonic was in New Yolk and in trouble?!

Like the rebels and Sonic were about to have their hides skinned until this mofo pulls up in his OWN GODDAMN SHIP? What?!

Bro really said "get in loser, we're starting a new life" and then just fucking dips when Sonic jumps in XD

Prime writers, we better get a WHOLE Nine episode explaining wtf this was about.

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...Also...

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Also, we need more Nine...

A Chance Meeting: Chapter Two: Helping Hand

Basically, Tails helps out with the plane since the damn hedgehog doesn't know anything about mechanics. Unfortunately, it leads to something he REALLY didn't want to happen.

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Ok.

This was NOT good. The hedgehog should have left DAYS ago. He would've had it fixed and then he'd be off into the sky with the fantastic plane.

And away from Miles.

Unfortunately, this was not the case as the young borrower would watch the blue idiot try to fix the plane on his own. He watched as it only resulted in the plane letting out puffs of smoke in the hedgehog's face as his attempts to fix it failed. Miles huffed in annoyance as he watched the hedgehog try to fix it over and over from the safety of his hiding spot in the tree. He couldn't see exactly what the hedgehog was doing but whatever it was it wasn't the right tools or placement on certain parts. This wasn't good. Over time he had nearly been squashed with the blue rodent blasting off everywhere. Not to mention when the urchin would explore the island he nearly got seen multiple times.

So he had observed the bean for a while, so what? He was just watching the enemy, finding its weakness. So far from what he had observed the bean was fast, had a certain diet of hot dog-like food, and was very curious and adventurous. The worst traits a bean could have. Quick ones snuffed you out easily, and curiosity lead to them most likely keeping you as pets or experiments.

It was clear the bean had no idea how plane mechanics work, and was also too stubborn with pride to ask for help from someone who does. The fox sighed, at this rate, it would take weeks, maybe months until the hedgehog got out of his territory. However, if he did something about this it might take a shorter time...

No.

That was a stupid idea. He couldn't interact with beans, never. Besides, it's not like the hedgehog would stay against a helping hand, right?

Unfortunately, Miles found himself cursing his hopeful thoughts as being wrong.

The damn urchin was still there after four days. This was starting to get riskier and riskier as the blue mobian stayed longer. However, Miles knew he had to make up his mind during one of his borrowing trips. 

He had finally managed to catch another lizard. It took a while. This one was a fighter. However, one stab to the skull and it was out like a light. After wrapping a cloth around the head to keep the blood of the lizard from getting in his fur and leaving a trail for predators to follow, he moved the lizard to drape over his shoulder as he prepared to haul it home, the sun beginning to lower, exploding into colors of pink, purple and red in the blue sky.

Unfortunately, this was when the bean decided to crash through. Miles was first alerted to the predator when his fur and ears perked in alarm at the light tremors of larger footsteps. He panicked as they came closer and closer to where he was, and they were alarmingly fast. His eyes quickly darted around for any hiding spot, landing on the bush that was behind him.

He just barely got in the covers of the shrubs when the all too familiar blue of the hedgehog came into view, bright red and white sneakers mere inches from where he was. The thought of how easily they could snuff him out made the borrower shudder. Miles held his hand up to his mouth to muffle his hyperventilated breaths, sky-blue eyes carefully watching the being above, pupils dilated in fear.

The hedgehog looked around the forest for a moment, sniffing slightly, before lifting his tan arm to his face, gloved hand closed in a fist. He moved the hand under his nose, and a finger rubbed under the snout. 

Then there was a burst of wind and a flash of blue that sent the little fox grasping onto both the lizard with one hand, not wanting to lose his food, and the bush for dear life with the other, letting out a cry of surprise. After it died down again, the fox huffed in annoyance and stuck out his tongue in the direction where the urchin ran off.

He hated when the bean did that. Almost lost 2 lizards because of it. He didn't want to go back to eating tree sap, mysterious mushrooms, and grass again.

As he headed back to his burrow, thoughts began to run through his head.

This was another close call. If he was a second too late he would have been trampled. 

He shivered, not from anything cold, but from heart-pounding fear. This had happened too many times, where he would be getting food or water before the hedgehog would suddenly come out of nowhere. Luckily he hadn't been seen or squashed, however, the gust of wind that would follow the blue blur would carelessly toss the food or the water from the self-made canteen away. Luckily it would only land on the ground, however, it was very inconvenient for the tiny fox, who would sometimes get blown away alongside the supplies, landing hard on the ground. Bruises had begun to form on his fragile body as a result.

He was lucky he never landed or hit anything with his head, his skull would have easily been damaged.

He could die if this continued.

Miles shivered once more, before feeling the lizard starting to slip, he paused, readjusted a firm grip on the lizard, and continued once more, his eyes dimming with relief at the sight of his home up ahead. It wasn't messed up or showed any signs of a predator deciding to nap there, he didn't have to worry about any more danger.

He always hated it when an animal, mostly bunnies, would come and claim his home as their own. When luring them out with food didn't work, he'd have to go in and fight to reclaim his territory once more. He didn't kill them, he never killed them, didn't even think he could, he simply gave them wounds of warnings to stay away. Oftentimes they'd run away and leave him alone.

But Miles didn't think he'd be able to fight any more animals for today. The lizard really was a stubborn fighter. Took all of his energy to take it down, now he needed a nap. 

He entered his little cavern, making sure to close the entrance behind him, which was just two big rocks covered in some kind of moss. It had once been leaves, however, he learned quickly that leaves weren't good at keeping things out, nearly drowning under sloshy mud made by the occasional rain, or having to chase more bunnies out of his home.

He fumbled around, trying to find the light bulb, when he did, he turned it until it gave a soft click.

Soft yellow light erupted from the bulb, illuminating the small room. Miles placed the lizard on a long wood slab, which acted as a table, and moved over to his bed, landing face-first in it with a deep sigh. His bed was a carefully assorted pile of leaves and moss, soft enough to be comfortable, and warm enough in winter. He closed his eyes, wanting to let sleep take him away into his dreams, but opened them again when his stomach started begging for food.

He hadn't eaten anything all day and had been scavenging for food until he found this lizard. He groaned and moved off the bed, preparing to skin the lizard. It was a long and tedious task, one that took almost an hour to complete. His stomach moaned once more at the reminder. However, it needed to be done, the lizard's skin being too hard to chew.

He went over and grabbed the things he needed, a sharp shard of glass for the cutting and a flat rock for the scrapping of the excess fat, then he moved over to the lizard, held it in a certain position, and began the process. He knew how it was done, he'd watched his father do it plenty of times, and he memorized his father's instructions when the old man taught him. He knew where to cut, how to place the animal, what to remove, and the careful way of removing the skin without taking away any of the meat.

As he worked he found his thoughts trailing back to his father. How his father would praise him when he did something correctly during his teachings, how his father comforted him when he first cried over the dead lizard, his father's rough but warm hands holding onto his own, showing him the right pace on scrapping the fat faster. He missed that. He wished he hadn't done what he did that made him lose any chance of having those again.

He shook his head, not wanting to recount his past stupidity, his past carelessness.

He had to focus. The last time he didn't he had to bandage his hand, having nearly cut his finger off.

He worked on removing the lizard's genitals, making sure his cuts were careful and precise. After he did that he worked on removing the scent glands, finding himself lost in his thoughts once more.

This time it was about the bean, notably about his past and recent encounters.

He couldn't continue like this. Not with the hedgehog speeding around. He nearly got killed several times with the urchin around. More times than usual. With the bean so close to his territory it was now becoming clear that ignoring it was a death wish. Either that or it was a desire to be discovered. 

But what could he do? He couldn't be discovered, but he needed to push the bean along to leave. Another thing came to mind. The plane. It was busted for now. There was obviously something misplaced or something that needed to be fixed. He had researched a lot about planes and their functionality of them. 

He paused in the pelting process he nearly forgot he was doing.

That idea was insane. He could easily get killed by the plane or the bean, not to mention he'd easily get discovered. However, it might just be the only one that could work. The village he used to be in was miles away and could take days to get to at his size. Even if he got there, there'd be even more beans to evade and hide from. If he somehow managed to find someone who could help, what would he even do?

If he wanted the bean to leave as soon as possible, he'd have to go out there and fix the engine himself.

It was clear the bean had absolutely no idea how to fix it, but maybe he could.

It was a stupid idea, one that absolutely terrified him, but maybe it was the only way he could make sure he doesn't get killed.

He wished and prayed that there was another way, but he couldn't think of anything that wouldn't end in immediate death. His hands began shaking as he figured this was the only thing he could do, his legs began to wobble as they began to feel like jelly.

His breaths were now shaky, and he felt a cold pang in his gut. He stayed far away from beans after the incident, but now he didn't seem to have any choice. The kit felt tears begin to form, ones of horror and slight anger at no other choice. He swallowed.

It was the only option, and he hated it. He looked down at the lizard, its opened stomach and bloody limbs becoming nauseating to him despite having been used to it. Only one thought rang through his mind.

Crap.

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Miles stared at the plane, blue eyes now filled with fear and uncertainty. The hedgehog wasn't around, having most likely gone on one of his runs, so Miles had about an hour to do whatever he could to fix the machine. Despite that knowledge, the fox still hesitated to move from the bushes he hid behind. His heart hammered in his chest, and his palms began to sweat and shake.

He knew he had to do this, if he waited, he'd keep putting it off. If he did that the hedgehog would never leave. His legs still refused to move, his body frozen in fear. He wanted to go back, to hide away in his burrow and never leave the safety of the cavern. He took a shaky step back, beginning to humor the idea, before clenching his fists and narrowing his eyes. He took a deep breath and returned his gaze to the airplane.

No, he could do this. Even if he didn't want to, he should at least try to push the hedgehog into leaving.

He should try.

Eyes narrowed in found determination, he began to approach the aircraft, ignoring the jelly-like feeling in his shaky legs. His tails swished quickly with unease behind him. He held out a hand to the flying machine, his palm brushing cold metal.

He let out an exhale, not even knowing when he held his breath. The fear was slightly forgotten as a small excitement began to take its place for a moment. He had never gotten this close to the plane before, and it was exhilarating. It was even more beautiful and amazing up close. He walked along the side of the metal tin, his hand trailing behind him, having never been taken off the hard warm metal.

He approached one of the big red wings and began to feel those as well, despite them not feeling any different from the other parts of the plane. His fear began to diminish as he continued to explore the plane, his tails now wagging happily behind him.

"Incredible! You can fly for miles, huh? Travel to all sorts of different places, to so many different adventures.", he murmured to the inanimate object. His eyes dimmed as he remembered the objective at hand. He moved his hands to grasp the wing, pulling himself up, grunting with effort as he began to climb the transport. He made his way to the engine, uneasiness beginning to form when he finally made it to the desired location. A new problem rose.

How was he supposed to open the engine?

He huffed in frustration at the new problem. All that preparation for this to happen, what a waste. He sat down on the part that needed to be open as he began to think. He had to get it open, but how? He obviously couldn't open it by himself, but maybe he could use something to help him. If he had something long and sturdy maybe he could pry it open, or he could have something hit the cover to open it. Miles found himself leaning towards the former, not wanting to damage the plane and leave traces that he was there.

His eyes darted around the scenery, eventually landing on a long stick having been broken off by the tree above it near the forest he emerged from. He carefully navigated off of the plane and retrieved the stick, dragging the heavy, for him, object back over the plane. He moved to the engine and placed the stick in the crevasse of the cover, after sticking it there so it would lift off the ground, he jumped on the other end several times until both the wooden object broke and the engine popped open.

He fell to the ground with a hard grunt as his body collided with the earth. He got up, brushed himself off, and once again navigated to the engine, being careful not to fall in. He took his time to examine the mechanics, eyes glimmering with pure awe, and the hedgehog was momentarily forgotten. It was absolutely beautiful, with all sorts of gears, and gadgets used to function the lovely machine.

He found himself getting giddy once more before he shook his head and regained his composure. He needed to concentrate. However, he needed something to help him with this, maybe the plane had something lying around somewhere to help him with this. He moved off of the engine once more and made his way to the cockpit.

Glancing in, he couldn't find anything. He moved over to the rim of the plane and hopped down onto the soft seat, landing with a gentle thump. He eventually caught sight of it at the bottom of the pit, he landed on the hard, but somehow still soft, ground and moved behind the box. He groaned and grunted as he pushed the box over to the seat. He then moved it so the side of the box leaned against the seat, and moved under it. He didn't have a muscular build, in fact, he was quite skinny compared to borrowers his age, but he somehow managed to slowly, but surely began to push it onto the seat. Making it fully on there but having his feet push against the dashboard, paying mind to avoid pushing any of the buttons.

After several muscle-straining moments, he finally managed to lift it all the way onto the seat. He collapsed to the ground in utter exhaustion, moaning with relief. He stayed that way for about five minutes before begrudgingly hauling himself back up. He didn't have time for a nap, he had to get this done before the urchin came back. Orange fur-covered aching arms lifted him back onto the seat, the owner panting heavily, his face slightly red as he collapsed once more onto the seat.

Okay. All he had to do was push it over the cock pit and out of the plane and he wouldn't have to lift it anymore. That's all he had to do, and the horrible box wouldn't make him hurt anymore. That's the only thing and then no more. After resting for a bit he began to once more push and lift the cursed object out of the plane. His muscles threatened to buckle under the pressure of the large box, half sobbing, half laughing with relief as it landed outside with a loud clang, the toolbox's contents spilled across the ground below. He panted and sat down on the cushion, leaning against the wall of the aircraft.

Then the fear started to kick in. What if the bean was nearby? He might investigate whatever that was. That thought made the kit freeze in terror. He stayed still and held in his breath for what seemed like forever, ears perked up and listening for footsteps, voices, anything that might signal that the bean was nearby.

But nothing. He slowly peered over the rim of the cock pit, and all he saw was the peaceful forest, and only heard the chirping of birds. He sighed with grateful relief and went back to rest for a bit. He couldn't stay that way for too long, he knew that, but he couldn't tire himself either. He could at least wait until the strain in his muscles died down before he did any more strenuous activities.

As he rested the kit still had his ears perked up for any sounds that could alert him to the arrival of the bean. Luckily he didn't hear anything that showed signs of that. As the borrower's muscles strain died out to the point where he could manage enough, he pulled his tired body out of the resting spot and fell hard on the ground he forgot was there. He groaned, slightly muffled due to his face planting of frustration. He sighed and moved himself up, looking over the tools he spilled with slightly dimmed determination and resentment.

As much as he wanted to give up and wobble back to his hut, he already got this far. If he did that he'd just have to start all over again, and he did NOT want that. He moved over eyeing the instruments of the invention with careful eyes before landing on a wrench. He hoisted the stupid thing up and made his way back over to the engine. It was hard to climb a 200-ton machine with a device that was over 5 times his size, but again, he managed.

He began working on the engine after seeing what was wrong with it. He first started with a slow careful attitude, cautious with the soon-to-be returning bean on his mind, however, that soon became forgotten as he became lost in his own gear-ticking brain and excitement. This was exactly as all of the books he'd found about planes described it. It was even better now that he was doing it himself. His tails swished happily behind him as he tinkered away to his heart's delight, not only almost managing to fix the engine but also coming up with ideas to rearrange some things to make it go even faster.

Unfortunately, he was so lost in his own excitement that he neglected to keep alert, missing the footsteps of the bean returning, nor the gasp that followed. He was alerted when there was a loud thump and rustle of something hitting the ground, most likely a paper bag.

Miles froze, and he moved over to look at the source of the sound, praying to Chaos it wasn't what he hoped it wasn't.

Unfortunately, the gods of luck didn't seem to be on his side because his sky-blue eyes landed on emerald green ones. The hedgehog's face was caught in an open-mouthed stare. For a second time seemed to stop for both of them, one in absolute pants-wetting terror and the other in shocked disbelief...

...before Miles became an orange blur, quickly moving off the engine and away from the mobian. The action only drove the urchin into motion, as he registered the bigger beings' footsteps giving chase behind him, the beans voice reaching his ears.

"H-hey wait little fella! I'm not gonna hurt you!"

Yeah right! , was the fox's only thought as he avoided the large white hand, barely slipping its grasp. He ran under the plane, eyes widened in terror as he glanced behind him, catching the confused, shocked, and somewhat awed eyes of his pursuer looked under after where he ran. He had to get out of here, had to get away. Unfortunately, if he even had a chance of escaping, it was foiled by the kit suddenly slamming hard into the carelessly discarded red toolbox. He fell back on his back as he fell dizzy.

Everything began to blur, colors condensing into a blurry soup as he began to lose consciousness. He barely registered a shadow looming over him, barely registered the beans voice speaking to him, all he saw was a darkened blob of blue above...

...before everything went black.

tails ideas and headcanons

Originally posted on my ao3, these are just simple ideas and headcanons about our fluffy fox boi <3.

If any of you want to use any of these ideas, knock yourself out!

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Alright so these are the ideas I have rn:

Tails is reincarnated into a chao and tries to reunite with Sonic (who's still processing grief and unfortunately has no way of communicating with his old friend)

Tails is believed to be a kitsune by a bunch of cultists and is kidnapped and worshipped (probably crack idk)

Tails is still kidnapped by the Zhetti, however instead of just turning him into a robot they also wipe his memories as well (he still changes it he'd have free will, unfortunately he doesn't know they were taking his memories as well so...that happened)

Sonic dies, sacrificing himself for the world, and Tails refuses to move on like everyone else. Months after his death, a certain blue blur comes in spirit to bring his friend acceptance and peace.

Tails travels to the future and finds it in ruins and tries to figure out how to change it along with silver (yes this is a reference to umbrella academy)

Tails gets turned into a robot by Eggman but he isn't recognizable to his friends (he can't speak or move in his own will but he still tries to let them know he's there)

Tails gets into an accident (probably plane) that renders him mute, dead, and blind, and leaving some body parts unable to function, relying on his sense of touch and those around him

Tails makes a deal to a certain alien cat and dooms himself to damnation (yes it's that cookie-less Oreo fuck Kyubey!) and none of his friends know what's going on

Tails has repetitive nightmares about tails doll and gets very paranoid and jumpy (not letting people know what's going on because it's "just nightmares")

Tails finds out he's a kitsune, not in the best way, leaving him thinking of himself as a horrible beast dangerous to his friends ( staying away from them and things go downhill and shit) and tries to control his powers so he doesn't hurt anyone

Tails lives in a world where Robotnick kills Sonic and takes over mobius, when he goes to the place when sonic was murdered and buried by the rubble (for a reason idk yet), he accidently brings the blue blur back to life (back then he vowed in death to come back and stop Eggman or something idk, and yes this is inspired by corpse bride) also tails never met sonic so he's obviously going to freak out about this corpse coming out of its grave.

Tails gets tired to being treated like a child and being scolded for his inventions, and gets cat mask that'll turn him into a cat (Just watched a Whisker Away)

Tails gets kidnapped instead of Sonic in Sonic Forces and gets tortured within six months and turns into a feral paranoid boi (which is entirely from his unhinged 3rd person perspective)

Tails gets dragged into a spirit realm and must find his way home back to his physical body (which is now in a coma in the real world)

Tails is stuck in a time loop, but everytime he dies, a flower blooms on his body (yep we're going flower fell, while I'm not a fan of the shipping, I do find the concept very interesting)

I just recently thought of the idea that Tails is a borrower. Like borrowers exist in this universe, and they look like mobians but have rat or mouse like features in their ears, noses, and legs. Tails would probably be a wild borrower, living in the forest, mainly cause the other borrowers, who live in houses make fun of his two tails, and don't allow him to live with them (he'd still have two fluffy fox tails) then Sonic comes onto the island and his plane breaks down and tails fixes it in secret, but then he's like discovered by sonic and whatnot. {We need sonic borrower fanfiction!} This could also create a new reason to why his parents aren't in the picture they got...discovered and that left his on his own, leaving him a traumatized 8-year-old boi. <--- (In Progress!)

Yeah so hi!

Hey. Just realized I put my story first instead of my introduction. whoops. So I go by my...well... my username on here obviously. I use she/they pronouns (idk why I wrote that but moving on). I have a love and history with a multitude of fandoms which are mostly video games. I love seeing what art and fanfiction you guys do, thinking of things I didn't know I needed.

I just post whatever my brain thinks of on here. So yeah. I think that's it.

Oh, this is wonderful! Thank you for answering my questions! If you're confused about why I posted this when the rest of the episodes haven't been out yet I wanted to see how people's view of Nine and the show would change or become ironclad as the next batches of episodes come out. So I will post this again when the second batch is out to see how and if your answers change and again on season three and so on!

I also agree with your answers so far! These might be long tho (I tend to ramble and over-analyze things.) Number five is VERY long!

I agree that Nine would be furious at whoever "made" (because this is a hypothetical situation if Sonic CHOOSE to sacrifice himself) Sonic do that, be it himself (which he'd most likely develop a self-loathing) or another person, and would also be mad at Sonic for leaving him. Unlike going through the stages of grief in a healthy manner I can see Nine snapping and being furious in the anger stage and most likely never accepting that Sonic choose to do it. But I can also see him becoming emotionally shattered if Sonic died, based on how emotionally attached he is to the blue blur. Anger doesn't last forever and when it subsides, it'd most likely lead to an overarching and hopeless depression nobody would be able to save him from as he'd hold a silent and tired resentment and stronger hatred toward the cruel world for taking someone so kind and naive. And whether or not it really WAS because of him that Sonic sacrificed himself Nine would most likely still loathe himself for letting it happen in the first place due to how hyper-independent and confident in his abilities and goals he is.

I also see Nine going on a complete war path if Sonic was killed. He WILL hunt that person down in a broken rage if they were responsible for taking his only hope and kindness from him. He would most likely lose all sympathy and mercy for that person because in his eyes no matter if it was necessary or not, that person is a horrible murderer who killed an innocent person he was latched to. As for him being protective/angry at the idea of someone hurting Sonic, I also agree that we don't know if he'd be protective due to whether he feels Sonic betrayed him due to his unknown feelings towards the matter.

I agree that the bond of brotherly affection Tails and Sonic holds can never be shattered or broken no matter what (stated by Ian Flynn, their bond and love is a COSMIC TRUTH) but in a way, Nine's choice to become attached to Sonic is based off a selfish goal and reward. This is stated outright by Tails as Sonic is going through the ShatteredSpace, possibly meaning that that bond will be tested in something HUGE in future seasons. I also agree that Nine does show affection and love towards Sonic (no matter how conflicted he seems while doing it), but it's also based on a sort of obsession over a world where he can be happy and cared for and can possibly spiral into something much, much darker. I'm interested in where the writers/creators take this as well!

I agree that Nine has been through so much, and I'm sad to say that that isn't going to end soon considering his position at the end of "season 1" (aka Netflix being greedy a-holes and splitting a season up just so they can make bank WHICH IS STUPID!) with him being in the hands of evil dictators who ROBOTISIZED somebody and most likely did worse things. Also, I too root for Nine more than everyone mainly because his goals are ones I want to see succeed more than the others (my boi just wants to live in a happy world and be loved by somebody!) and ones I could understand if it did turn and spiral into a desperate obsession because if I was in his situation I would do whatever to make that dream a reality. Like the other hims HAVE people who love and care for him while Nine has NOBODY and NOTHING who cared for him before Sonic came. I'll CRY if it isn't succeded!

I do disagree slightly with this answer. I think that he doesn't need someone to protect him since he's a bad bitch who can protect and care for himself. But I think that he NEEDS Sonic in a more emotional and love-starved way and he has a justifiable reason why he THINKS he does (because he actually does). He can develop this if he bonded with the others but due to the fact that he met Sonic before he met the others (unlike his other selves who had people before Sonic came), it wouldn't be the same. It's a long reason as to why, so please bear with me. I think he feels he NEEDS Sonic because he has been ALONE all his life in a cruel oppressive dystopian world where people look out for themselves and was abused (not to mention the fact that HE stopped the straight-up abuse himself and the implications that the abuse went uninterrupted for YEARS makes it understandable and even WORSE that he would latch on to somebody different from everybody else), and how he was emotionally neglected during that time, he genuinely NEEDS SOMEONE to lean on and pour out his pent up emotions too and in his eyes, Sonic came up to him and offered that on a silver platter. So naturally, he'd do whatever it takes to ensure he never loses that. While he doesn't outright state this and while it's not obvious in the first watch, the way Nine acted before getting captured by the Council, towards Sonic was odd and complicated. While he originally thought of Sonic as a nuisance like the others, as his natural bond with Sonic reforms he starts to see Sonic more as a person not quite capable of taking care of himself due to how naive and impulsive he is. In Nine's eyes Sonic is viewed as a sort of sacred treasure, a person who for some reason cared for him that needs to be protected, who was too precious to lose, who offered him a hand of hope and needed Nine to protect him not being capable of doing so himself due to how ignorant he was. Before Sonic met him, he only cared and watched out for himself in the cruel and harsh dystopian world he was cursed to be in, a world where he had nothing and nobody to live and fight for before a blue stranger broke into his lab, calling him what was a cruel slur in his eyes, setting him off. Then when he was about to be hit by a train due to his own act, they saved him. This greatly confuses him because why would this stranger save him when he once called him a cruel insult, when in this world it was everyone for themselves? His answer was that this stranger saw him as SOMEONE else, someone who was nothing like him, not truly, but was given a life he longed and fantasized about for years: A life where he was loved and cared for. Remember Nine is a very hyper-independent and selfish person, so naturally, when Sonic offered him something he needed and wanted, that selfish concern would be extended to him, whether he wanted it or not.

Anyway, thank you so much for taking the time to answer my questions! I wish you a fantastic day/night and a Merry Past Christmas <3

Sonic Prime Nine Questions For Y'all

In one word, what do you think Nine's state would be if Sonic were to die from his (Sonic sacrificing himself for the world or Nine's) own choice for the benefit of others' safety? And why do you think this would be his reaction or state?

How do you think Nine would react if Sonic were killed or physically threatened? And why?

Do you see Nine's affection for Sonic as growing brotherly love or a growing obsession? Why do you think that?

Why do you think Nine deserves to win?

Does Nine need Sonic?

Just Prime questions I wanted to put out to see your guy's different opinions and viewpoints of Nine <3