New AU Inbound

New AU inbound

I'm trying so hard to write a fanfic, y'all but my brain is coming up completely blank.

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Basically;

Sonic is the son of god and he's existed for millions of years.

He witnessed the arrival of the Ancients and wanted to help them, so he broke the rules and went to the planet to help them rebuild their society. He worked alongside them to colonise the Starfall Island and build the robots and the Titans. The Ancients worshipped him as a god, even though he was only a spirit (spirits are the children of gods). When the END came, Sonic wanted to fight it, but the Ancients sent him away with the survivors to Angel Island with the Chaos and Master Emeralds. They couldn't risk their god getting hurt. After the death of the Titan Pilots, Sonic mourned them and grief consumed him, and he hated the feeling, so he begged his family to take him back to the heavens - where suffering and sorrow does not exist. The gods came to take him home, but as Sonic went back to heaven, his memories of the mortal realm was erased and reduced to nothing more than a vague emotion he could not describe. He, however, still felt the urge to return to the planet.

That urge is not without reason; because Sonic loved the planet so much, he made an oath to protect it during his time down there. That oath now propells Sonic to return to the planet whenever it was in grave danger, so Sonic does exactly that.

He goes down to the planet whenever something threatens destruction of the world.

So Sonic ends up going through each of his iconic adventures (yes i'm talking about the games) because of the urge to abandon his post in the heavens to protect the planet.

But once the planet is safe, Sonic has to return to heaven, and each time he does his memories gets erased. Time and time again.

When Sonic meets Tails, after first adventure together, Tails witnessed Sonic being taken back by the gods. And when they meet again, Tails realises Sonic had his memory wiped. So they came up with a plan to document everything that happens so Sonic will be able to look back and have an idea of what he's been through and the people he met.

Sonic has been coming down and protecting the world for decades. Until one day, after the War with Eggman, he wasn't able to go home. His instincts told him he had to stay on the planet - something was threatening it.

Sonic couldn't figure out what was threatening the planet.

Or rather...

He doesn't remember it.

Oh, by the way, Sonic's real name is Caelus :)

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Part 1 because Tumblr couldn't handle how long this fic is. Dr. Starline was suspicious of his team. Well — colleagues. He wouldn’t call them a team just yet; there were still many things the ragtag group of villains must work on before they could be considered a fully functional team. 

Back to the issue at hand, the platypus was growing wary. For the past month or so, not one person dared to speak a word to him. They were always a mile away from him, at best, and not even the loud and obnoxious Rough and Tumble came to annoy him. Starline found it odd that everyone has decided to keep their distance — it was good for the work, yes, but why now of all times? The doctor couldn’t figure out the reason and it was driving him mad. Perhaps a stakeout would wield results? Starline was good at being stealthy, yes, but not as good as Mimic. That octopus could sneak up on anyone, and if he were to find Starline stalking the team, things may get a little out of hand. But then again, Mimic was also avoiding him, so there really wasn’t any risk, was there? Oh, who was he kidding; Starline still had to calculate all of the other factors and variables before starting this observation.

…  Honestly, though? Starline just wanted answers.  And that’s how the platypus doctor found himself squished between the pipes and the roof, his maroon eyes glued to the hallway below. He swore he would get to the bottom of this — but he sure had hoped he changed into something less pristine.  “Hello, Doctor. Fancy seeing you here.” 

Starline whipped his head around to spot Mimic, disguised as a child mobian, sitting on the pipe beside him and wrapping what seemed to be red ribbon around the mental tube. Just as he was about to question the octopus, Mimic did a double take, his black eyes wide with shock. He leapt off the pipe, changing into the streamlined form of Sonic the Hedgehog and racing down the hall, calling out to the rest of the Deadly 4 to lock the warehouse.  Starline grumbled, climbing out from behind the pipes. Activating the flight powers in his Tricore, he landed on the floor with ease and grace before chasing Mimic down with the speed powers.  Mimic flew into the warehouse and the door slammed behind him.  Starline stood at the door, brushing his perm away from his face and knocking on the door.

“I know you’re in there,” he announced, “open up.” Zavok’s broad shoulders just barely squeezed out from the slim opening in the door. He groaned, mumbling something under his breath before addressing the doctor.  “Starline, why so hasty?” He asked. The Zeti crossed his arms. “This behaviour is unlike you.”

“Would you like to explain to me why you and the rest of the group have been avoiding me for weeks?” Starline glared through his orange-tinted glasses, pushing himself onto his tip-toes in an attempt to match Zavok’s height. “And what are you doing in there? There’s delicate projects in the warehouse.” “We’ve been, um–” Zavok stuttered. He never stuttered. “We’ve been…reorganising the warehouse. Between you and me, I believe the team has been on one too many raids, as of late, and there’s been too much loot. We’ve taken the liberties of rearranging the warehouse, so you can focus on your work. Leave the rest to us.” Starline raised his eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. Zavok gulped quietly as a single bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. He cleared his throat.  “Well then, if you could please leave us to our work?”  Starline sneered as he turned and walked away, glancing back at the warehouse every few steps to check for any other clues. Zavok simply stood in front of the door, obstructing Starline’s view to the inside. The doctor eventually gave in and left the warehouse, returning to his laboratory.  Not enough clues, not enough details, but only more suspicion. What was the group hiding from him?

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