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How long has he been here? Days? Weeks? Months? Maybe even years… Sonic didn’t know; he had lost his sense of time a long, long time ago. The blue hedgehog had lost a lot of things when he first came trapped in the water of the Labyrinth Zone. If he ever escaped from this endless cycle, would he be able to smell flowers? Would he even be able to run like he used to? The chain that dug into the flesh of his ankle told him overwise. Would he even be able to walk? Sonic's memory is incredibly blurry, as he can barely remember what the sun feels like on his face and fur. Or. When will he feel the wind blowing through his quills again? What does it feel like again? Sonic desperately wished he could remember. A part of Sonic wished he would just give up and drown. But his mind and willpower wouldn’t let him. It won’t let him die. He made a promise. He didn’t want to break it. He hated to break promises. Even if he couldn’t remember why he made the promise or who the promise was made for.
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