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Hey there, i decided to post my Sonic Fan Fic about my character so here it is
Chapter 1: Genesis
It was a peaceful day in Station Square; Eggman was in jail more securely, everyone was able to live without much of a care knowing that once again Sonic the Hedgehog put Eggman behind bars (yet again). Yep, it seems all is right with the world, or is it? We take you on the story of a lone Hedgehog who is about to embark on a journey that will change his life forever. This is the story of Ghastly “Nightmare” Hedgehog.
“GHASTLY, DINNER IS READY!!!!!!”, shouted My Mom
“Ill be there in a sec, mom!!”, I shouted back.
I opened my magenta eyes after almost falling asleep during the Spirited Away Movie I was watching, it was a great movie matter of fact. I sat there for a while to let myself awaken fully ‘Maybe the food will help.’ I thought. So I got out of my chair and slipped on my Lucky Black Gloves with the tips of the fingers cut off and spikes on the knuckle area to make them look more “Punk-ish”, then I grabbed my Blue Jacket and headed downstairs.
“I’m here!”, I semi-shouted in a sing-song voice “So what’s for dinner tonight?”
“Your favorite, Meatloaf”, My Mom smiled
“Sweet!”, I said
My Mom noticed the gloves I was wearing and raised and eyebrow. She opened her mouth, but she decided to wait until after dinner, and closed it.
“So how was that movie you got on Pay Per View?”, asked My little Sister
“It was surely the best movie I have seen in my life”, I said in an excited tone “You should see it sometime”
“Ok, if its that good”, said my little sister happily
“Speaking of how things were, how was Swordsman practice and Marksman practice today?”, My Dad asked
“Same as always, I whooped everyone”, I laughed
“That’s my boy”, My dad chuckled
I was the best Swordsman and Marksman in the Academy. I have even invented a few sword abilities myself and thanks to my knowledge of Technology, I was even able to create new types of bullets for my Bee Guns. I wasn’t much of a melee fighter like the great Sonic the Hedgehog cause my punches were very weak, but my kicks were very powerful. On the down side, my legs aren’t very flexible so I hurt myself when I try to kick.
After dinner, my mom decided to finally bring up the subject about my gloves.
“You know Ghastly, I wish you would stop wearing those gloves.” My Mom said
“How come?” I asked, confused
“I just don’t like that fact that my son is trying to dress up like some…some…Cult member or something like that” My Mom snapped, coldly.
“So let me get this straight, you this ticked over how I dress?” I asked in an angered tone “None of my friends give a care that I dress like this, not even their relatives and another thing, I have worn these for about a month and NOW your complaining about them?"
“That’s about the size of it”, said My Dad “we just don’t want you to dress like some Cult Member so that you may come to think you ARE one”
“THAT’S THE STUPIDEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD!!!!!”, I shouted “YOU REALLY THINK IM THAT STUPID!?!?!?!?”
“Absolutely not!”, My Mom exclaimed “We just don’t want you to get a bad influence off of----”
“THEY ARE JUST CLOTHES, NOT PEOPLE!!!!!!”, I yelled higher than ever “HOW CAN YOU THINK I WOULD GET A BAD INFLUNCE OFF OF AN IN-ANIMATE OBJECT???!?!!!!!?”
“We are just concerned about you”, said my Dad “so you don’t need to be angry about us trying to protect----”
“WHY DO YOU THINK I’VE BEEN TAKING SWORDSMAN AND MARKSMAN CLASSES?!?!?!” I roared at the top of my lungs “ITS SO I CAN PROTECT MYSELF, SO YOU TWO DON’T NEED TO SAY IM SOME WEAK 14 YEAR OLD COMPUTER GENIUS ANYMORE!!!!”
There was a long silence, no one had ever heard me shout things like that before, let alone in that loud of a voice. I was so furious, I needed to be alone. So I ran up to my room and flopped on my bed, face first. ‘Why cant my life be better, it would be better without parents this critical.’ I thought as a tear rolled down my eye ‘oh God, please help me!’ and with that I started crying uncontrollably in my misery and anger. It was quiet except for my crying, but a few minutes during my misery, I heard a loud, ear-splitting shriek of terror. “That…doesn’t sound good!”, I said.
End of Chapter 1
Mwahahaha I put a cliffhanger, I’m so evil *laughs manically*
Credits:
Author: klclodi13
Story Theme Song: "Step Up" by Jean Rodriquez (IM me if you want to hear it)
Chapter Theme Song: You're Not Me (artist unknown till further notice)
Inspiration for chapter: My own life, the song "Breakaway" by Kelly Clarkson, and my Character Profile of course
Inspiration for Story: It suddenly came to mind and i was also inspired by my Character Profile
Inspiration for Parents: My parents are really critical about how i look so thats why i made the Parents in this story act like that
Inspiration for Little Sister: I dont have a sister (or any sibling), she is just came to mind (makes the Family in this story more of a Family if you ask me)
Chapter 1: Genesis
It was a peaceful day in Station Square; Eggman was in jail more securely, everyone was able to live without much of a care knowing that once again Sonic the Hedgehog put Eggman behind bars (yet again). Yep, it seems all is right with the world, or is it? We take you on the story of a lone Hedgehog who is about to embark on a journey that will change his life forever. This is the story of Ghastly “Nightmare” Hedgehog.
“GHASTLY, DINNER IS READY!!!!!!”, shouted My Mom
“Ill be there in a sec, mom!!”, I shouted back.
I opened my magenta eyes after almost falling asleep during the Spirited Away Movie I was watching, it was a great movie matter of fact. I sat there for a while to let myself awaken fully ‘Maybe the food will help.’ I thought. So I got out of my chair and slipped on my Lucky Black Gloves with the tips of the fingers cut off and spikes on the knuckle area to make them look more “Punk-ish”, then I grabbed my Blue Jacket and headed downstairs.
“I’m here!”, I semi-shouted in a sing-song voice “So what’s for dinner tonight?”
“Your favorite, Meatloaf”, My Mom smiled
“Sweet!”, I said
My Mom noticed the gloves I was wearing and raised and eyebrow. She opened her mouth, but she decided to wait until after dinner, and closed it.
“So how was that movie you got on Pay Per View?”, asked My little Sister
“It was surely the best movie I have seen in my life”, I said in an excited tone “You should see it sometime”
“Ok, if its that good”, said my little sister happily
“Speaking of how things were, how was Swordsman practice and Marksman practice today?”, My Dad asked
“Same as always, I whooped everyone”, I laughed
“That’s my boy”, My dad chuckled
I was the best Swordsman and Marksman in the Academy. I have even invented a few sword abilities myself and thanks to my knowledge of Technology, I was even able to create new types of bullets for my Bee Guns. I wasn’t much of a melee fighter like the great Sonic the Hedgehog cause my punches were very weak, but my kicks were very powerful. On the down side, my legs aren’t very flexible so I hurt myself when I try to kick.
After dinner, my mom decided to finally bring up the subject about my gloves.
“You know Ghastly, I wish you would stop wearing those gloves.” My Mom said
“How come?” I asked, confused
“I just don’t like that fact that my son is trying to dress up like some…some…Cult member or something like that” My Mom snapped, coldly.
“So let me get this straight, you this ticked over how I dress?” I asked in an angered tone “None of my friends give a care that I dress like this, not even their relatives and another thing, I have worn these for about a month and NOW your complaining about them?"
“That’s about the size of it”, said My Dad “we just don’t want you to dress like some Cult Member so that you may come to think you ARE one”
“THAT’S THE STUPIDEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD!!!!!”, I shouted “YOU REALLY THINK IM THAT STUPID!?!?!?!?”
“Absolutely not!”, My Mom exclaimed “We just don’t want you to get a bad influence off of----”
“THEY ARE JUST CLOTHES, NOT PEOPLE!!!!!!”, I yelled higher than ever “HOW CAN YOU THINK I WOULD GET A BAD INFLUNCE OFF OF AN IN-ANIMATE OBJECT???!?!!!!!?”
“We are just concerned about you”, said my Dad “so you don’t need to be angry about us trying to protect----”
“WHY DO YOU THINK I’VE BEEN TAKING SWORDSMAN AND MARKSMAN CLASSES?!?!?!” I roared at the top of my lungs “ITS SO I CAN PROTECT MYSELF, SO YOU TWO DON’T NEED TO SAY IM SOME WEAK 14 YEAR OLD COMPUTER GENIUS ANYMORE!!!!”
There was a long silence, no one had ever heard me shout things like that before, let alone in that loud of a voice. I was so furious, I needed to be alone. So I ran up to my room and flopped on my bed, face first. ‘Why cant my life be better, it would be better without parents this critical.’ I thought as a tear rolled down my eye ‘oh God, please help me!’ and with that I started crying uncontrollably in my misery and anger. It was quiet except for my crying, but a few minutes during my misery, I heard a loud, ear-splitting shriek of terror. “That…doesn’t sound good!”, I said.
End of Chapter 1
Mwahahaha I put a cliffhanger, I’m so evil *laughs manically*
Credits:
Author: klclodi13
Story Theme Song: "Step Up" by Jean Rodriquez (IM me if you want to hear it)
Chapter Theme Song: You're Not Me (artist unknown till further notice)
Inspiration for chapter: My own life, the song "Breakaway" by Kelly Clarkson, and my Character Profile of course
Inspiration for Story: It suddenly came to mind and i was also inspired by my Character Profile
Inspiration for Parents: My parents are really critical about how i look so thats why i made the Parents in this story act like that
Inspiration for Little Sister: I dont have a sister (or any sibling), she is just came to mind (makes the Family in this story more of a Family if you ask me)