Screen 1 — The Wrong Button
Sonic and Eggman clash at full speed.
Explosions tear through the sky. Badniks shatter. Eggman is laughing harder than usual, frantic, unhinged. His machine is unstable, overclocked, screaming with alarms.
Sonic notices it too late.
Eggman slams a switch. Sonic lunges. They collide.
Sonic wins the fight. The machine collapses. Eggman is thrown clear.
But Sonic's hand hits a console.
A single button.
Not a weapon. Not a bomb.
A teleport.
The air folds inward. Blue light swallows everything.
Sonic's vision fractures. Sound cuts out. His body loses weight, then slams back into gravity.
CRASH.
He hits the ground hard.
Silence.
Sonic groans and pushes himself up. The sky is wrong. The buildings are wrong. The air feels heavy, quiet, restrained.
He looks around.
Japanese street signs. Concrete apartments. No Eggman tech. No robots. No chaos energy.
Just a city that does not know him.
Sonic exhales, uneasy.
"Okay… yeah. This is not Green Hill."
The camera pulls up.
Japan. Another universe. And Sonic has no idea what rules just changed.
Screen 2 — First Contact
A soft voice breaks the silence.
"Um… excuse me."
Sonic turns.
A pink-haired girl stands a few steps away, clutching her bag. She looks nervous, but curious. Not scared. Just confused.
She tilts her head slightly.
"Are you… a dog?"
"You fell from the sky."
Her voice is gentle. Almost unreal.
Sonic blinks. Looks down at himself. Then at her.
"…No. Definitely not a dog."
He rubs the back of his head, awkward.
"I think I'm from another world. Simple version."
"Guess that makes me an alien. Or something."
The girl's eyes widen.
"…What?"
She pauses. Processes that. Then smiles, small but sincere.
"An alien?"
"That's… kind of amazing."
She steps closer, not cautious enough for this universe.
"I'm Madoka," she says. "You're really unique."
Sonic feels it then.
Not danger.
Not hostility.
Just a strange, fragile calm.
He forces a grin.
"Name's Sonic."
Behind them, the city keeps moving. Cars pass. People walk by. No one notices how wrong this meeting is.
And somewhere unseen, something watches them both with quiet interest.
Screen 3 — The Thing That Smiles
Sonic glances down.
Something white is sitting on Madoka's shoulder.
Small. Clean. Too still.
"…Uh," Sonic says. "What's with the cat?"
The creature turns its head slowly.
"Hello, gentleman. I—"
Sonic cuts him off instantly.
"Nope."
He leans back, eyes narrowed.
"You've got red eyes. That's creepy. Not my vibe."
Madoka blinks. "Huh?"
The creature's smile does not change.
"My name is Kyubey," it says calmly. "And if it helps, I'm an alien too."
Sonic's grin fades just a little.
"…Yeah. That does not help."
For a split second, Sonic feels it.
Not danger. Not speed.
A wrongness he cannot outrun.
Kyubey tilts its head, studying Sonic with open curiosity.
"Fascinating," it says.
The air feels colder.
The city noise fades, just slightly.
Sonic shifts his stance, instinctive.
"Madoka," he says quietly, not taking his eyes off it,
"You talk to this thing a lot?"
Kyubey's red eyes reflect something unreadable.
To be continued.