Help, I'm A Cringy Sonic OC!

The trio raced towards Prison Island, the wind whipping their faces as they pushed their bodies to the limit. The gravity of their mission weighed heavily on Striker's shoulders, but he didn't let it show. He knew that Shadow could be the key to stopping Eggman, and he was willing to bet everything on it.

As they approached the heavily fortified island, the air grew thick with the stench of fear and despair—a stark reminder of the horrors that took place within its walls. Gamma's eyes narrowed, his once-friendly demeanor replaced by a steely resolve. He knew firsthand the pain of captivity and the horrors that could be unleashed by a madman like Eggman.

They touched down on the beach, the sand sticking to their boots as they sprinted towards the fortress looming in the distance. The moon cast long shadows across the island, and the waves crashed against the shore with the fury of a thousand storms. Prison Island stood tall and foreboding, a bastion of G.U.N's dark past, but Striker knew this was it—this was where they would find Shadow.

The fortress's walls were a tapestry of steel and stone, the very embodiment of oppression. The guards patrolling the perimeter were on high alert, their eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the intruders.

Rouge looked at her two companions, her cyan eyes gleaming with determination. "Welp, I held up my end of the deal, now, tell me what you are." she demanded, her voice firm yet curious.

Striker hesitated, his quills rustling with the breeze. "Alright, but only because we need each other," he said, his voice tight with wariness. He took a deep breath and began his story, his words painting a picture of his creation and the events that led to his transformation. He spoke of the Chaos Emeralds and the power that coursed through his veins, a power that could both save and destroy.

Gamma listened intently, his robotic eyes flickering with understanding as Striker spoke of his bond with the natural world and the creatures that inhabited it. The robotic hedgehog had been programmed to feel, to learn, to evolve, and he knew that this power was not just a weapon—it was a gift that could bring peace to Mobius.

When Striker finished, Rouge was silent, digesting the information. "So you're a . . . an artificial lifeform, made with Sonic's DNA," she said finally, her voice filled with awe. "And you just woke up in Green Hill Zone?"

"Yep," Striker nodded, his tail swishing nervously. "Pretty much . . ."

"So you want any help with this Project Shadow?"

The question hung in the air as Striker and Gamma exchanged glances. They had been running non-stop since their encounter with Rouge, the gravity of their mission weighing heavily upon them. Gamma spoke first, his robotic voice measured. "Your assistance won't be necessary any further."

Rouge raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth twitching in a smirk. "Oh? And what makes you think you can handle this on your own?"

"We can manage," Striker said firmly, his eyes never leaving hers. "This is our fight, not yours."

Her gaze flickered with annoyance, but she knew better than to argue. "Fine," she huffed, turning away. "But if you need anything, you don't know where to find me." With that, she took to the skies, disappearing into the night.

The two friends watched her go, feeling a strange mix of relief and anxiety. They had their mission, and they had to trust that Rouge would keep her word.

The fortress loomed closer, the air thick with tension as they approached the heavily fortified gates. Gamma's newfound power surged within him, his aura pulsing a vibrant blue with every step. Striker's eyes gleamed with a fierce determination, the emerald light from his quills casting an eerie glow across the beach.

The guards at the perimeter had yet to spot them, their focus on the horizon. The trio took advantage of the distraction, slipping through the shadows like ghosts. As they reached the gates, Striker's hand shot out, and a bolt of lightning crackled to life. With a mighty heave, he sent the gates flying open, the sound echoing through the night like a clarion call to battle.

The alarm blared, a discordant wail that shattered the silence. Gamma led the charge, his powerful legs propelling him forward with the speed of a rocket. The guards stumbled back, caught off guard by the sudden breach. Striker and Gamma moved as one, a blur of blue and yellow as they tore through the compound, leaving a trail of sparks and overwhelmed soldiers in their wake.

The path to the stasis chamber was fraught with danger, the corridors a maze of traps and automated defenses. Gamma's knowledge of Eggman's technology proved invaluable, disarming each obstacle with a series of precise movements that spoke of his programmed instincts. Striker darted around the edges, his enhanced agility and speed allowing him to outmaneuver even the most advanced security systems.

Together, they fought their way deeper into the bowels of the prison, each step bringing them closer to their goal. The air grew colder, the walls closing in around them, as if the very island itself was trying to keep its secrets buried.

But nothing could stand in the way of Team Light's determination. They were driven by a force greater than themselves, a bond forged in the crucible of adversity. The world of Mobius needed a hero, and Striker knew that he and Gamma were it.

The stasis chamber lay before them, a gleaming bastion of crystal and steel. The pod within contained the slumbering form of Shadow, his aura pulsing with a power that seemed to hum through the very air. Striker's heart raced as they approached, the gravity of what they were about to do weighing heavily on his mind. This was it—the moment that would determine the fate of the world.

With trembling hands, he typed in the password—MARIA—a name that echoed through the annals of history, a symbol of hope amidst the chaos. The pod's surface shimmered, the crystal walls dissolving into a fine mist that danced around the room. Shadow stirred within, his eyes snapping open with a fierce intensity that seemed to pierce the very concept of chaos..

For a moment, the world stood still. Then, with a roar that could shake the heavens themselves, Shadow burst forth from his prison, a blur of red and black fury. Striker and Gamma braced themselves, ready to face whatever this mysterious hedgehog had in store for them.

"My name is Shadow. Since you were so kind to release me, my master . . . I will grant you one wish."

Welp, here goes nothing . . .

"First off, I'm not your master," Striker corrected, his voice steady despite his racing heart. "But we do need your help. We're here to stop Eggman."

Shadow's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through the mist as he sized them up. "Eggman," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "I do not know that name."

"He's the one we have to stop," Gamma interjected, his voice a steady rumble of determination. "He's trying to constantly conquer the world."

Shadow's gaze shifted to Striker, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "You have not answered my question, what is your wish?"

Brfore he could say another word, the alarm's wail grew louder, piercing through the chamber's thick silence like a sonic boom. The walls vibrated with the intensity of the sound, and the floor trembled beneath their feet as the entire fortress sprang to life.

The once-dormant lights flickered into a strobe of red emergency lighting, painting the trio and the newly freed Shadow in a frantic dance of shadows. The air was thick with the electric scent of panic and the metallic tang of activated defenses.

"G.U.N's forces are coming," Gamma said urgently, his eyes scanning the room for an escape route. "We must leave now."

Shit, he forgot about that!

"G.U.N?" Shadow whispered, his eyes flareing with a sudden recognition. "The same ones that held me here?" His voice was low, dangerous, a promise of retribution.

The alarms grew louder, a cacophony of sound that seemed to shake the very core of the island. The walls of the stasis chamber rattled, and the floor beneath them began to shake.

"Yes," Striker said, his voice tight. "They're the same ones we're fighting against."

The three of them turned as one, the door to the chamber sliding shut with a hiss of finality. The clank of locking mechanisms was like the tolling of a funeral bell.

"We need to move," Gamma urged, his voice a metallic whirlwind of urgency. "They're sealing off the island."

Striker nodded, his gaze never leaving Shadow's. "We're on your side," he said simply. "We need you to trust us."

Shadow studied them, his eyes flickering with doubt and something else—a glimmer of hope, perhaps? Finally, with a sharp nod, he made his decision. "Very well," he said, his voice cold and precise. "I will help you."

They sprinted through the corridors, the alarm's siren a constant reminder of the danger closing in on them. The red lights flickered off the chrome surfaces, casting a frantic strobe across their faces, which were set in grim determination.

The sound grew deafening as they reached the heart of the facility, a maelstrom of shadows and echoes chasing them like a living beast. The very air felt charged with the tension of an impending battle, the walls seeming to pulse with the rhythm of the alarm.

Their boots thundered in a symphony of urgency, leaving echoes that reverberated through the metal halls. The guards were closing in, their footsteps like the drums of an advancing army.

As they rounded a corner, the floor gave way beneath them. Screams filled the air as they plummeted into darkness, the alarm's wail a distant memory as the void claimed them.

Their fall was abruptly halted by a net of some kind, bouncing them back up into the frenzied light of the facility. They had triggered a trap, one of G.U.N's many defenses to keep unwanted visitors at bay.

Shadow's eyes flashed with annoyance, his fists clenched at his sides. "We must leave," he said, his voice cutting through the din like a knife.

"Couldn't agree more . . ."

And they set off.