sonics nightmare

Sonic didn’t tell anyone about the dream. He didn't want to for it was a one time thing so he didn't think anything on it but he was still so tired.

Tails had asked why he looked tired, but Sonic brushed it off with a shrug and a cocky smile, muttering something about staying up too late watching action movies.
The next night, he fell asleep without realizing it.

There was no transition.

One moment he was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. The next, he was standing on a street he didn’t recognize and yet it felt so familiar.

The fog was thick. Almost too thick. It clung to the air like smoke from something long since extinguished. Buildings loomed on either side, husks of what used to be shops and homes. Their windows were shattered, doors open like gaping mouths, a strange wind blew past him. but it didn’t feel natural. It whispered. Not words just sounds. The kind you hear in your dreams and forget the moment you wake up.

Sonic walked.

The pavement beneath his feet cracked with each step. Street lamps flickered overhead, casting momentary halos of light before sputtering out into blackness. Every now and then, he thought he saw movement a figure disappearing around a corner, a shadow just behind him but every time he turned, there was nothing. And then he heard it.

A distant wail. Mechanical, tortured. A siren.

It started low, barely audible over the wind but then it rose, deafening, shaking the world itself. The sky above turned black. Not night just… absence. Like something had swallowed the sun whole.

The siren stopped.

And the world changed.

The street melted away literally, the buildings corroding into rusted steel and peeling, blood-streaked walls. The fog turned darker, thicker, almost oily. The ground trembled. Chains dangled from nowhere, clanging against unseen metal above. Sonic backed away instinctively, his breath catching in his throat.

Then he heard it.

A dragging sound.

Metal on concrete. Slow. Deliberate.
Something was coming.

From the end of the street, a figure emerged.

It walked like a man, but its body was misshapen — hunched, twitching. Its head was wrapped in thick, bloodied bandages. Where its hands should’ve been, there were blades. Rusted, jagged, and soaked in grime. It looked burnt.

It didn’t have eyes, but somehow… it saw him.

Sonic turned to run but the streets had changed. They didn’t make sense anymore. Alleyways folded into themselves. Buildings stretched and twisted, impossible architecture that defied logic. No matter which way he turned, he was being funneled corralled.

More monsters joined the first.

One dragged a broken rocking horse behind it, its limbs like warped doll parts stitched together with barbed wire. Another crawled on all fours, its head spinning endlessly in a circle, whispering gibberish in a childlike voice. And yet another… was silent. It had no mouth, no face just a blank, twitching head and hands that dripped black ink.

Sonic ran, his speed blurring him forward but even that felt off. His power, his speed, his freedom… it was like the world resisted him. Like something here didn’t want him to escape. He crashed into a wall that hadn’t been there a second before.

Painted on it no. scratched into it were words.

“YOU LEFT THEM. YOU LET THEM DIE.”

Sonic stumbled back, heart hammering. He turned and the monsters were gone. The silence was worse. The world was still rusted and dead, but now… he was alone. In the center of the street stood a small figure.

A child.

It turned slowly.

Its eyes were covered by a strip of cloth, bloodstained and old. Its fur was a washed-out blue, and its voice when it spoke  was Sonic’s own, but younger, Fragile.

“you where post to help them.”

Sonic’s voice caught in his throat. “Who… who are you?”

But the child didn’t answer. Instead, it stepped aside revealing what was behind it.

A house.

Charred and broken. Its walls melted and twisted like wax. The roof sagged inward. The windows were black voids. Sonic stared at it, his feet locked in place. He knew this house. He hadn’t seen it in years, but it was burned into his memory.

His childhood home.

He stepped forward, hand trembling as he reached for the doorknob.

The world screamed.

The siren roared again, and the child burst into black smoke, screaming as it dissolved. The ground cracked, splitting open to reveal something beneath black, endless, pulsing like muscle. Chains shot from the darkness and wrapped around Sonic’s legs, yanking him backward as the house began to melt, dripping into a river of oil and ash.

He screamed.

He woke up.

He was in his room again.
Sweat drenched his sheets. He sat bolt upright, gasping, heart punching through his ribs.

But something was wrong.

His hands were shaking not just from fear, but something deeper. He looked down,
Beneath his fingernails… was dirt. Fresh. As if he’d been clawing at the earth.
And his window was open though he never left it open. Outside, the fog was thicker than it should’ve been.

In the distance… just faintly…

The siren called again.

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And here's the 2nd chapter of this story, I really hope you all love it as much as I do, I'm really trying to make It feel like the silenthill type of games or movie that came out a while back ago but with my own twist somewhat. Please don't feel afraid to tell me what you think, I love to hear you all ^^