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[Stupid, stupid striped donuthole!

The spear doesn't surprise him, he has seen Shadow use that technique in space (kind of), it was just so much easier when it wasn't directed at him though... The arch falls and he barely dodges it, hating once more how slow and weird his body feels.

He stumbles, almost trips on his shoes (even those feel different compared to the ones he usually gets back home), and he's back on... following Shadow. Keeping some distance because while he's a reckless teen, he still has some survival instinct helping him out where it's needed.]

I'm Sonic, man. Sonic Wachowski! Not Hedgehog.

[It's like yelling at a windmill or whatever those books Maddie read said.

Grumbling to himself, Sonic managed to more or less keep up and follow tracks, mostly because Shadow was also checking his surroundings, occasionally slowing down and- oh. A horrible looking set of white tables, near weirder decorations and counters made Sonic wrinkle his nose. Oh, he did recognize that place, it was awesome but at the same time seeing it now all colorless and empty-]

What the hell happened here?

[The first sign of something familiar and it was... in that state?]

Shadow? SHADOW? Why is the Chao Garden here?

[They were distant, yes, but Sonic knew the other could still hear him as long as he yelled loudly enough.]