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Well, this doesn't exactly explain what this place is yet. Some kind of limbo? I would say 'oh, yeah, that's where dead people go then' but I don't see the only person I actually knew who died here... well, here.

[The Hedgehog glanced to the side to the spot where a certain white haired man passed him a certain Key. Nothing. No statues nor nothing. This all had to be some kind of twisted joke or... no, he can't keep repeating to himself something he knows isn't true by now.

And, despite the threat of having his tongue removed...]

We are hedgehogs.

[From his tone? It carries all the weight Sonic feels about it. The isolation even before leaving to Earth, the fact he knew he was... hunted for some reason he still couldn't comprehend (and he didn't dare ask Knuckles), the fact Longclaw never mentioned anyone else 'like him'. It carried the ten or so years of solitude living inside a burrow and pretending he had friends and family in the animals around him. It carried how 'alien' he felt even knowing he wasn't from that planet- hedgehogs were weird creatures on Earth. They purred and chirped when happy, something he never did, they had all dances around each other to express things, they are insects between the many things (Sonic tried one very rough winter. Never again.)

They were Hedgehogs. Possibly the only two. From his pint of view Shadow was just like him. Ths not even going to talk about how their bodies seemed to be perfect recipients for Chaos Energy (or even generate it?) nor how similar their stories were- the only difference that Sonic found Tom, Shadow found pain.

The next sentence seems to snap him out of his thoughts if anything.]

Shesh. Listen, Hot Topic, can you chill down a bit? It seems we're both trapped here, or at least that's what I'm seeing... we could at least try to...

[It's as he steps toward the other that he finally sees his own reflection- it's pale since the mirror behind the counter is still frozen in time, yet at the same time it's visible enough to give him pause. Everything is 'him', yet everything feels completely... off, not just the blue arms. It's a small distraction from what the other is doing with the statues, at least.]

This place is oddly familiar, yet something seems... different.

[Just the place.It's just a place he's talking about. That's why his green eyes are locked to his reflection, an unfamiliar face staring back in his direction. It's with a bit of hesitation that he reaches down to other things he can study beside the long, long legs, the tan colored arms or the way his shoes aren't the ones his dad keeps getting him every other week. The glove comes off.

Even his paws are different.

They're very similar to how they usually are, humanoid enough not to be a problem inside the gloves, but there's something... exotic mixed in? Claws are definitely longer than they should be, and he knows that because he always makes sure to file them properly, and thicker. The individual fingers beside the thumb? They're also a bit larger than what he considers normal, reminding him of a weird hedgehog-dog mix in the end. Even the fur is more... dense?

There's a moment of wonder, is his struggle at moving properly maybe tied to his feet not being completely 'normal' either? Sonic doesn't dare take his shoes off, not when he knows Shadow may just take off taking advantage of that. For now? A new feeling and awarenes are starting to sink in- 'This is not my body' is loud in his mind, yet it doesn't get out of his mouth. All he does is lifting his hand up and showing the palm to the other- ]

I don't know how to explain it. It's like looking at something incredibly familiar, something I've always seen, like my own hand right here? And knowing something changed without being quite sure what it is. But... like. When I actually look at it, it's not like my hand actually changed. Right?

[The way this dude talks and acts is starting to make him wonder a few things.]

I'm still talking about the Chao Garden, of course.