(Burnadette’s point of view)
Hours passed before they let me out of my room for good. First thing I did was fetch my kids, they were coming home, and I’d had enough of the hospital now. Actually the city was beginning to get on my nerves and didn’t really want my two babies to live in a place full of fumes and feral street animals.
Me and Jules had decided to bury Manic on Tuesday and we’d get ourselves settled down in Jules’ birthplace; Knothole. His brother, Chuck, owned a home there too and he agreed to move back in and let us stay with him. Luckily our babies didn’t cry much, and on the journey to Charles’ house, our ride was peaceful.
As a matter of fact, neither of them cried at all, except Sonia who would have a slight meaningless sob now and then.
We took two transit trains from the hospital and found ourselves outside the country. Knothole was a hidden village, you see. Only its citizens and former citizens knew where to find it. Since it was Jules’ birthplace, I was sure he could find his way in even if he was blindfolded. I carried Sonia as Jules held Sonic in his arms along with a few bags.
“Just follow me,” Jules said in a gruff and weary voice. I watched as Sonic scrutinized his Father, was it odd for a baby to never make a noise?
Had I given birth to a mute child? My eyes hovered up to Jules who looked tired and rugged, much how I felt myself.
The journey had lasted two whole days, and we were all hungry, the only thing that we had were several bananas because the babies could chew them.
Jules wore a grey jumper and we had wrapped Sonic in a sky blue blanket. Bags streamed from his side and I felt guilty for making him carry everything. But his rejection to my requests of help had drained me. I nodded as Jules led us into the forest and I had to jog a little to keep up with him. I was in a coat myself, but it felt cold inside the layers.
My tacky ballet slippers were no match for the rebellious wildlife that grew against the law, but an adrenalin of nostalgic dreams kicked in and I kept up my pace. I felt like I was on an intense obstacle course and I wanted to sprint and dodge vine after vine.
Jules watched me as I bobbed over a rocky stream, he laughed at my joy.
“Nearly there, M’lady.” He winked and I watched the familiar smile stretch across Jules’ face making him age backwards. Sonia was chewing my quill, but I was oblivious as I concentrated on the pathways that didn’t exist, for I was so happy.
Trees began to separate as we moved further down and an entrance began to form as did my curiosity for the village. Jules pushed the few final branches and revealed his birthplace and allowed me to take my very first steps into our new home, Knothole.
The place was spectacular, a midst of animals dodging in and out of log shaped cabins. Lights were glowing, and only then did I realise how late it had gotten. I grinned and could feel Johnny’s hand rest on my shoulder as he trampled on my moonlit shadow.
My eyes widened in amazement, the nature all around was beautiful and the air was clear. Moonbeam rays poured through the gaps between the tree trunks and not a speck of smoke could be seen or smelt. I nodded in self-agreement, for I accepted their decisions of secrecy. After Robotnick had assassinated the majority of our latest government with his robotic army (And in the process, basically destroyed everything) the only way to escape was by hiding.
You were never a coward to flee; you merely had only intelligence and common sense. Some might even consider you a genius.
I readjusted Sonia in my arms and knew that a grin plastered my facial expression as Charles came into view. It was wide enough to cause a draft.
“Close your mouth my dear, you don’t want flies getting in that pretty trap of yours, trust me!” he laughed, a smoking pipe sticking from the left side of his mouth. He looked a lot older than Jules, his ash blue hair a worn out sight. “Ah, the little hedgies you mentioned to me on the phone! Let me at ‘em!” Charles chortled deviously and wrapped his arms around Sonic, Jules’ expression a bewildered surprise, I couldn’t help but laugh at his amusing mien.
Jules narrowed his eyes at his younger brother, a sensitive vibe urged its way to the surface.
“So this one you named Manic?” I flinched on the dirt road, and Sonic froze in Charles’ arms.
“Ah,” Jules’ eyes rested on me, I tried to flick the corners of my mouth up. “No, we named this one Sonic.”
“Sonic, aye? Unusual, Sonny boy….” He laughed, lifting Sonic up in his arms.
“Yes, we had triplets.” I whispered, my voice dry. I shook my head and moved towards Charles.
“This one is Sonia!” I beamed, forcing on a smile again.
He grinned, accepting my change of subject, holding Sonia in his other arm.
The two together looked like a younger and brighter version of me and my husband. It was eerie, yet comforting.
“Now, what are you doing waiting outside? Get in, I have the kettle boiling.”
I nodded, so happy with Charles and his constant blissful attitude; this was an attribute that was slowly wearing off Jules.
We followed his brother along the path until we found ourselves at a little log cabin. It was twice the size of our last house in the city; it was comforting to know that real nature existed in Mobius as well as fake.
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.