Literature
Sonadow-The two drunken idiots
Sonic groans, opening his tired eyes to the morning sun rising in the sky. How long was he out? The house is so dark, when did he repaint it? Black isn't his style. Black? He doesn't remember painting the house yesterday. He didn't buy any paint at all.
Ohhh, why does he care, he wants more sleep. Sonic burries his head into his warm soft pillow. Suddenly, something shivers and moans. Someone was in bed with him! Is it......Amy? Sonic takes a peek at the creature and sighs. It wasn't her, the creature seems to have jet black fur than light pink.
This creature looks like a hedgehog too. An ebony hedgehog. It's got to be Shadow. Oh no, oh g