Water. Sonic the Hedgehog’s greatest fear. And to think that the gullible, red-headed Knuckles the Echidna was dragging the blue hedgehog toward a swimming pool—or, as Sonic liked to call it, his “watery grave.”
“C’mon, Knux, let me go! I’m too young and beautiful to die! You know I can’t swim!” he hopelessly pleaded in a last attempt to escape as he desperately clawed at the textured cement.
“Exactly. You need to learn how to swim so that Eggman won’t try to drown you—again! And if you don’t get your blue ass in that water and swim, I’ll beat your head in with my fists, got it?” the guardian replied threateningly to the comically terrified hedgehog.
“Lemme go! Lemme go! LEMME GO!” Sonic shouted as he was hauled to the water. Unknown to the two mobians, a crimson-streaked ebony hedgehog was relaxing on a vanilla-white lounge chair in the eighty-degree sun right by said pool. As it were, Sonic’s shriek of protest interrupted the dark one’s nap.
“All right, what is going on here?” Shadow asked indignantly.
“Oh, Chaos—Shadow! Old buddy, old pal! This crazy red person’s tryin’ to force me to swim, but I hate water, and please, please help me or I’ll drown!” Sonic wailed in a dramatic fashion.
“Shut up, stupid hedgehog. Trust me, nothing bad’s gonna happen to you—unless ya don’t get in that damn pool, already!” Knuckles grunted lowly as he yanked at the squirming speedster’s legs.
The ebony hedgehog blinked. He’d always thought of Sonic as a rival, but recently he had been thinking of the hero a little too much… Not that that was the issue here. Right?
A small frown twisted on his muzzle, brows furrowed lightly. ‘Hmm… Maybe I should help Faker out… The Guardian sure won’t, after all.’
