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Tom Wachowski, a sheriff living in the small town of green hill, where nothing of note ever happens, the best being the occasional petty theft, was out on patrol, eating a donut as he listened to the radio, thinking of moving to san francisco after getting chance to
Tom would think “hmmm, should i, everyone here knows each other and id leave a hole if I left, and a wachowski has been sheriff here for generations”.
As he thinks, he'd be eating on his donut, a sugar coated one with some sprinkles he added on to it before anyone noticed, but he was jolted out of his thoughts by a bright flash of light to his right, just under some trees as he drops the donut and looks towards where the flash was, shaking a little as he says “HOLY”.
Slower then he'd like to admit, hed get out of the car and walks towards where the flash was, holding out flashlight and the device to catch speeding cars, holding them like a gun because closest on hand, noticing a crater with smoke rising, and slowly looking into it, breath hitching in throat.
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Just before the bright flash, in a undisclosed location.
He was skating, his shoes thrusters going into overdrive as he used his full speed to try and find an exit and try to escape the red flashing lights and loud blaring sirens hurting his eyes and ears, quills shoot out behind him straight as he moves, panicking when he cant find one. “NO NO NO, THERE HAS TO BE ONE, WHERE WHERE WHERE WHERE”
He sped down more corridors, sparks of blue energy with a red tint following behind him and shooting off, with an emerald green eye and a deep red one searching for a way out frantically.
Soon reaching a dead end and slowly getting surrounded, seeing multiple tranq guns aimed at him, he panicked and suddenly vanished with a massive flash of light, appearing somewhere he doesnt recognise, with no memories except for the flashing lights, loud noises and fear of guns and people in lab coats.
he just has to think as he curls up, terrified and shaking “who,,, who am i?”
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back at the present.
Tom couldn't believe his eyes, down in the crater, which was wider than a car and if he stood in the center he could barely see over it, was a small dark grayish blue hedgehog, eyes clenched shut and sparking, with shoes he's never seen before, his fur had the occasional white patch, his quills would have white spots dotted along them, one on top pointing back and slightly down, 2 on either side of head pointing up and 2 lower he can't see well pointing down, and some going down his back, he had skinny arms and legs looking malnourished, peachy skin on face, black nose and a small bit of white fur he could see on his chest.
Tom, shocked, takes a step back, snapping a twig and causing the hedgehog to snap towards him and screams, pulling back as tom screams as well, jumping away, dropping what he was holding.
After getting over his shock, he looks at the hedgehog, whose back is pressed against a tree, breathing heavily and quickly, looking at Tom with wide scared eyes.
Tom and the hedgehog, who spoke with 3 voices over layed each other, a surprisingly hyper voice laced with confusion, a more commanding one and a scared child's which was best heard out of the 3, said at the same time
“Who,,, who are you?”