(Burnadette’s point of view)
As much as I admired being in my own home, living with the family I loved, being trapped in a money ridden, food starved city wasn't quite what I’d had in mind once I had just finished saying my vows and settled down with the man of my dreams.
Jules always was one for keeping the two of us stay positive, but when there wasn't much light past the fog and fumes you began to forget what hope was.
Before the city had be robbed of its freedom, despite the fact it was only the early days of the Great War, Mobius had always been a proud place to live in.
I should know, I’d lived there for the whole twenty-four years of my life, so me and Jules weren’t planning to leave. Although, later this was a decision we did regret.
Let me explain myself- or more so who I am.
My name is Burnadette the Hedgehog, the first and last child of Elizabeth and Ronald Laden. We were a close family, being hedgehogs and all; we are quite a rare species in Mobius.
Like every other kid in the city, I had dreams. I attended high school after ‘graduating’ my home schooling with my father. He had been an obsessive worker and I was glad to have gotten out into the real world. Public schools in Mobius were expensive in that day and age, and despite the fact that my parents paid the money for me to attend my senior classes, I was a tardy slacker nonetheless.
Assignments and Essays were far from my interests, I preferred the fresh outdoor air.
I used to get all excited for anything remotely related to sport and I’d always be the first to start the games. I was quite the runner myself, I promised myself I’d become a champion sportswoman even though there was no chance of my intentions coming reality.
Little did I know that I’d meet a hog I had never once regretted meeting.
It had been the year 3213, December twelfth if I remember most clearly. The lunch bell had just rung and the inside of the school had become as desolate as a graveyard. I didn’t have any friends, so I tended to take my time when rushing from halls to the smoky concrete outside. When I suddenly crossed path with a hog that had soft brown eyes and a chalky turquoise coat of fur. As I had mentioned before, hedgehogs were rare and he had been the first one I had seen in a while. I let my eyes rest on his until he realised I was watching him.
His smile stretched like a rainbow across his tanned muzzle and I could feel my cheeks burn up.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare…” I whispered, clinging on to my backpack that had far too many badges on it. I was into the grunge fashion back when I was a teen, so my black shirt and old vintage jeans were certainly not impressive material for a hog such as himself.
He wore a soft grey coat and shoes that were red and white, a golden buckle connected on the outer sides.
“You spend a lot of time in the halls," he laughed, his voice deep and mature. If she were blindfolded she would have assumed the voice to fit with a lion more so than a hedgehog. “Are you a loner or something?”
My spiked over quills tickled my forehead as I watched him readjust a ring that pierced through his right ear. This later was a style he had abandoned.
“It takes one to know one.” I had grinned. He had whipped his hand out at me, his gloves more of a grey than the usual white most boys had a tenancy to wear. I, myself, did not find wearing gloves too comfortable and tended to stick with keeping my hands bare and naked.
“Julian- uh just Jules. Jules Halliway.” He winked as I took his hand. And that had been the beginning of my first and only relationship of my life.
After a few weeks, I knew the pit in my stomach was none other than me falling in love, even my Mother and Father commented on how peaceful I was beginning to be.
Jules lived with his brother. I never got the chance to meet his parents; they were long gone to the grave before I got the chance to shake their hands. It was rather disappointing actually; I would have liked to have met a pair of parents who cared for their child. In a darker frame of mind, before I was ten I realised that my parents didn’t really care for me all that much. They were those kind of adults who had split right up after having a baby and then tended to blame it on their child. However all Karma gives itself to anyone who deserves it, so they’d better have watched their backs. I left home at the age of seventeen, I couldn’t take living with such a miserable couple, I mean I loved them… I really did! But I just don’t believe that they really loved me the same way back. I was just the daughter who was more of an obstacle that got in the way of throwing punches of words against one another.
That’s why I made a promise to myself, that when I had a baby, I’d let them know how much I really loved them.
Moving on, Jules’ brother went by the name of Chuck. Well actually, his real name was Charles, but Jules always called him Chuck nevertheless.
I’d never forget the smile he’d throw our way every time he set eyes on either one of us. He’d always laugh at the way we clung to one another.
We were the best couple ever, even we could see that.
Jules and I had gotten married in May 3318, and in the year 3319 we discovered that I had fallen pregnant.
The following fan fiction is of my own interpretation of the Sonic universe. I have tried my best to muse together every Sonic story, television show and game in existence in order to create a realistic explanation for who Sonic was by writing from other characters points of view. All characters belong to SEGA and some of the information may or may not be factual of the real Sonic universe. This is my own original ideas of why Sonic turned out the way he did and what his life was like before he became the Hero of Mobius.