Supersonic Sonic

Consciousness seeped into him reluctantly, as through a column of water. Sonic slowly came to his senses, and every glimmer of clarity was pierced by a sense of deep unease. Something was categorically wrong.

One- Muscles were aching as if after hard work.

Two- Only a sharp flash of white light was all that the past moment had left.

What came after that, he had no idea. Memory was silent, as if it had been forcibly compelled.

He remembered the battle with the Time Eater, the explosion, and the way the white light surrounded him, but now...

He didn't realize where he was. His eyes, used to the bright light, are slowly adjusting to the new surroundings

His emerald eyes snapped open with difficulty, as if they were taped shut from the inside. The world around him appeared blurred like an old mirror. His gaze flickered, but he couldn't focus. The thought of simply sinking back into oblivion flashed through his mind, but that attempt was immediately cut short by realization.

This wasn't just any room.

A room that seemed strangely familiar, but at the same time frighteningly foreign. Gray walls with a smooth, featureless surface, nothing superfluous, everything minimalistic, as if it were specifically for torture. And in the very center of this sterile emptiness stood a table. An ordinary desk, but in this setting it seemed to mock him.

And then his gaze fell on his own hands. Handcuffs were on them, roughly restraining his wrists, the cold metal cutting into his skin.

"What the hell... is... this?" - Sonic wheezed, his voice sounding muffled and squashed. He was trapped.

He was alone in this sterile, featureless room, handcuffed.

Suddenly, the silence that had seemed so heavy before was broken. Sonic heard a click, and then a creak as the door opened. It wasn't loud, but in that dead silence, it sounded like the rolling of thunder. Sonic tensed, his ears perked up and his muscles tensed despite his weakness.

A man appeared in the doorway. Sonic had never seen him before.

He was short in stature, with a neat short cut of dark hair. He wore strict, dark clothes that looked like he was always ready for a business meeting. His face was serious and a little tired.

His gaze was calm, even a little pensive.

Sonic couldn't figure out what exactly he saw in them - whether it was interest, or curiosity, or maybe just impassive appraisal.

The man, without saying a word, stepped closer. Sonic felt his tension rising. Who is this guy?

The man stopped right in front of Sonic, only a few feet separating them. His dark, penetrating eyes looked directly into Sonic the hedgehog's eyes, as if trying to look into his soul. Silence hung in the air, and only the annoying ringing in Sonic's ears and his own confused breathing broke the ominous silence. Finally, the man spoke, his voice calm and steady.

"I want to ask you some questions, hedgehog. It would be best for everyone if you offered no resistance."

His words sounded calm, even polite, but there wasn't an ounce of doubt in them. Sonic tensed, preparing for action, for escape, for anything, but something in this man's calmness, in his steadfastness, made him stop.

The man pulled a small tool from his pocket, something like a miniature lock pick. A few light movements, and the handcuffs restraining Sonic's wrists opened. The click of metal echoed through the room.

"Sit at the table," the man pointed to the table in the center of the room.

"It'll be faster for both of us."

Sonic looked around, as if searching for some escape route, but his thoughts were confused.

Slowly, shifting his heavy, lead-laden legs, Sonic walked over to the table and sat down. The man watched him, his expression unchanged.

As soon as Sonic took a seat, the man silently pulled a new set of handcuffs from his pocket. They looked the same as the previous ones, but Sonic felt even more oppressive, as if he was not just shackled, but put in a cage with no way out.

The man snapped the handcuffs on the hedgehog's wrists with the same dexterity. Sonic felt the cold metal against his skin, and then the man's dispassionate gaze. This time the stranger's calmness was like a sentence.

"Now let's begin," the man sat down across from him and his dark eyes settled back into the hedgehog's eyes.

The man settled himself across from Sonic, his gaze remaining as calm and penetrating as if he could read the hedgehog's thoughts. The silence in the room seemed even more pressurized when he began to speak, his voice sounding steady and calm:

"Let's start simple. Name?"

Sonic looked at him, frowning even more in bewilderment. Did this man really not know who he was?

"Sonic."

The man tilted his head slightly, as if registering the information, and continued:

"Age?"

Sonic thought for a moment, remembering that he had tried to calculate his age some time ago.

"Fifteen," he replied, trying to sound confident.

"Place of residence?" - The man asked next, without changing his facial expression.

Sonic frowned, not knowing what to answer to that. He never stayed in one place for long:

"Well... I'm a nomad. Here and there..." - He said, trying to avoid a straight answer.

The man looked at Sonic carefully, his gaze sliding over the hedgehog's face as if he was studying him. After a brief silence, he spoke up:

"Nomad... Aren't you a little young for this lifestyle? One..."

He paused, allowing Sonic to answer.

Sonic shrugged.

"I... I don't remember my parents. Not since I was a kid." - The memory of his parents was a blank spot for him, a white spot in his life.

The man nodded, as if he was satisfied with that answer, and continued:

"A quirk?"

Sonic froze. The word was unfamiliar to him. He didn't understand what the man meant.

"Quirk? What kind of quirk are you talking about?" - He asked, slight bewilderment in his voice.

The man abruptly stopped writing and raised his eyebrows in surprise. He seemed to be more surprised than ever.

" you... don't know what a quirk is?" - His voice was a little higher than usual. It seemed that this was something unimaginable to him.

Sonic, perplexed, shook his head.

The man frowned, as if pondering something important. Then he leaned forward slightly and said:

"Quirks are... abilities."

This interrogation seemed increasingly strange and incomprehensible.

After his explanation about quirks, Sonic seemed to start to understand something. He thought for a moment, and then, with confidence in his voice, stated:

"Superspeed. My quirk is super speed."

He said it with such confidence, as if it were a matter of course. There was not a shadow of doubt in his voice, only firmness and pride in his unique ability.

The man seemed surprised. His eyebrows rose upward, and a look of amazement flashed across his face. He leaned back as if trying to digest what he had heard. After a few seconds of silence, he uttered:

"Interesting... I expected your quirk to be related to your... mutation. I mean, you're a hedgehog. You know? I expected your quirk to be specifically about your build. Something like strength, claws, or... the ability to curl up into a ball."

The man was silent for a moment, as if giving Sonic a chance to consider his words. Then he looked at the hedgehog again.

"But super speed... that's also quite unusual."

The man was silent for a moment, pondering Sonic's words, then his gaze became sharp and penetrating again, as if he was calculating something. He shifted his eyebrows, and the tone of his voice became serious again.

"Okay, superspeed, that's quite interesting... But now, tell me, do you remember exactly how you ended up here? What was the last thing you remember?"

Sonic frowned, remembering the last moments before he found himself in this strange room. He didn't want to mention the Time Eater, he didn't know how the man would react to him.

"I... remember some... black and purple monster doing something... and then I ended up here," Sonic replied, trying not to go into too much detail. His words were vague, but he hoped it was enough.

The man listened to Sonic carefully without interrupting. When the hedgehog finished speaking, he nodded as if confirming something to himself. He picked up the pen and pad again and wrote something down quickly, but this time he looked more thoughtful than before.

When he finished writing, he put the notepad aside, and looked at Sonic with the same quiet politeness he had at the beginning.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Sonic. It's been very helpful. I will endeavor to find out how you ended up here, and do my best to get you back... back to... where you came from. As soon as possible," he paused, as if trying to find the right words.

He looked at Sonic again, and this time his gaze was a little more sympathetic than before.

The door behind Tsukauchi closed silently, cutting off the sterile silence of the room from the hallway. Turning around, he saw Neza, the principal of Yuei Academy, and the pro-hero Midnight waiting for him. The tension was readable on their faces.

Tsukauchi shifted his gaze from one to the other, and there was a silence that seemed even deeper than the silence in the interrogation room. Nezu broke it, his voice, usually cheerful and optimistic, sounded serious:

"This is all very strange, Detective. Why would the League of Villains, on their escape, need to throw this boy out of the warp portal? It doesn't make any sense."

He shook his head, contemplating the situation. Nezu had always been prone to logical analysis, and the illogic of this situation clearly bothered him.

Tsukauchi was silent for a bit, gathering his thoughts. He had just questioned a strange hedgehog who claimed to have super speed and was also unaware of the quirks, and now an even more complex analysis of the situation awaited him.

"And now, the most important question of all. What do we do with this boy? He doesn't have a home. He said he doesn't remember his parents, and apparently he was a prisoner of war. He was probably abused by the bad guys. When we found him, he was... not in very good condition. Thanks to Healing Girl, she managed to get him some help in time."

Tsukauchi paused, looking at them again as if searching for an answer in their eyes. It was clear to him that the situation with this mysterious boy who had appeared out of nowhere was not a simple one.

Nezu scratched his chin thoughtfully.

"You're right, Detective," he said, "We can't just throw him out on the street. "

Midnight, who had been silent until that moment, shifted her eyebrows, her face expressing sympathy:

"We must help him. We can't leave the child in this condition. He must be protected. "

Midnight pressed her lips together, her voice a bit harsh but full of determination.

Nezu had yet to fully formulate his plan when suddenly a loud, deafening noise pierced the silence of the corridor. It came from the interrogation room, as if something was exploding inside. Nezu, Tsukauchi, and Midnight froze for a moment, a look of concern on their faces. Their gazes met - they were all thinking the same thing: what is happening to this boy?

The noise increased with every second, it seemed as if the walls of the room were about to collapse. Then, just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped, leaving behind only a tense silence.

Tsukauchi instinctively clenched his fists and was about to run to the door to check what had happened, when suddenly the door flew off its hinges with a deafening crack, making an impressive dent in the wall. And from the opening of the interrogation room a blue blur flew out with incredible speed.

The dust slowly settled, and in the center of this chaos they saw Sonic rising from the ruins.

Slowly, as if through force, he got to his feet, rubbing the back of his head. His blue fur was slightly ruffled and his expression was disgruntled.

"Damn, that hurt," he muttered, his voice quiet but clear, as if he was talking to himself.

Then, as if remembering that he wasn't alone, Sonic shifted his gaze to Neza, Midnight, and Tsukauchi. His expression changed, a sly grin appearing on his face.

"Oh, hey," he said, as if nothing much had happened. - Don't worry, I just... opened the door. You know, it was locked and I had to fix it."

He winked like it was a great joke, and a smug smile played on his lips.

Midnight, sensing that the situation might get out of hand, reacted instantly. She was ready to use her quirk, the soporific scent, to put the hedgehog to sleep and stop him. She raised her hands, ready to release the soporific pollen.

But before she could do anything, Sonic disappeared.