Sonic Prime x Human Male Reader

The air in Green Hill usually hummed with the familiar symphony of chirping Flickies and the distant thrum of Sonic’s super-speed. Today, it was different. A low, ominous growl vibrated beneath your feet, a prelude to the chaos. You, Y/N, ran alongside Sonic, the wind a blur against your face, your customized Nikes kicking up dust. Ahead, the Temple Mountain loomed, and a familiar, grating laugh echoed from its cavernous maw.

“Snooping as usual, I see!” you quipped, skidding to a halt beside Sonic. Inside, Dr. Eggman stood beside a shimmering, partially embedded artifact – the Paradox Prism – flanked by his usual bumbling sidekicks and a menacing mech. He was ranting about transforming Green Hill into something ‘more… him.’

The battle erupted. You moved with a speed that rivaled Sonic's, a burst of energy from your shoes sending you headfirst into a horde of Buzz Bombers. Lasers, punches, and spin attacks filled the air. But as Sonic lunged for the Prism, a warning shot through your mind, a premonition of disaster. “Sonic, no!” you yelled, trying to reach him, a trail of blue energy in your wake. Too late. The Prism shattered, unleashing a blinding, multicolored light that ripped through the cavern. The last thing you saw was the horrified faces of your friends, and then, only darkness. You came to in a desolate void, the familiar world gone, replaced by a terrifying, fractured reality. Your shoes, like Sonic’s, pulsed with a strange, new energy, a faint hum connecting you to the broken shards of existence.