POWER OF “WEREHOG”

Because love drives us to forsake ourselves for the sake of others.

Love.

A beautiful thing, isn't it?

When did you start being yourself?

Is the face you wear the real "you", or are you faking self-confidence and bravado?

You can't let them cry for you.

You can't let them weep for you.

For their sake, it's all on you.

You're all you'll ever need to take care of for everything else.

The stain of knowledge is one that leaves you filthy.

You can never wash it all away.

You will never wash it all away.

A few hours of lovey-dovey stuff later...

“Uwaaahhhh...that was nice.”

Oh, neat.

Anyhow— cue some [THIS FOOTAGE HAS BEEN CENSORED. GO ON WITH YOUR DAY.]

“...to hell with everything.”

Stuffing his face right into her lower— OH SWEET JESUS

“I

YOU”

“I want to [REDACTED] you to high hell too but I also have hobbies and stuff...”

“PRIORITIES, SWEETHEART! PRIORITIES!”

“Do you think these glasses work on me?”

“Look, it's hard to pick between red and pink. Both compliment my blue pretty well.”

“Bowties.”

“Man, picking things is hard...”

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He's struggling to pick between two bowties.

this but nicky goes "hey do you think these clothes fit me” instead

temp. pin.

“And maybe you'll find something better out of this shithole.”

He walks away, having said everything he needed to say.

“...yet for some reason, you still care about this. I sure wonder if HE gives a damn about what you accomplished.”

He takes a deep breath, lighting up a cigarette.

“Why bother rubbing all this on the face of someone who won't even acknowledge you as your own person? Think about it.”

of existence is even worse than death.”

facade as "Scourge the Hedgehog" is nothing but a cheap attempt at copying HIM.

You're just a prisoner in his innocent little shadow. And if you keep this going, that's all you'll ever be.”

That gaze eventually becomes something devoid of any emotion.

“And let me tell you, Maurice. That kind

Moebian tyrant with eyes that carry the weight of something horrifying.

“Don't you see...? The world is making a fool out of you. And they're laughing.

And I'm sure you want them all to stop.

So get up. Give up trying to be better than what he is.

Become something new. Because even your

hatred and disdain. But oddly enough...it's not directed towards Scourge at all.

“...you want to be respected? You want to be "better" than Sonic?

Then stop trying to catch up to his shadow. Become someone new. Divorce yourself from this damned cage that is his identity.”

He gazes at the

“But you're so caught up on the very idea of being better than "Sonic the Hedgehog" that it's been screwing you over time and time again!

You're the black sheep of our bunch because you *refuse* to become 𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙉—”

He stomps on the floor hard enough to dent it.

He speaks with visceral

“Oh it's *MY* business when a 𝘚𝘌𝘓𝘍-𝘓𝘖𝘈𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘔𝘌𝘚𝘚 wearing *MY* face is making a 𝙈𝙊𝘾𝙆𝙀𝙍𝙔 𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝙄𝙏—”

He roars at the other hedgehog with visible anger and indignation.

“You wear my face. You once wore my name. You have the power to topple this whole stinking planet a thousand times over.”

Nicky

I'm gonna give that green bastard a life revelation he needed ever since his comic debut.

“...what are you doing.”

“ALRIGHT, MEET ME AT BED!”

“...you just made it sound a lot worse.”