It was around 3 AM on what was officially Sunday morning when his phone rang.
Sonic jumped, nearly falling off the little bench at Crazy Carl’s kitchenette table. They’d been sitting together quietly. Carl had shown Sonic a few of the letters from his time in Vietnam before going and answering his own phone calls from Wade with sorry, haven’t seen him.
And so when Sonic’s phone lit up, his mom’s name and picture on the screen, Sonic didn’t know what to do.
“What if they’re mad at me?” He curled his legs up. “I was a jerk to them before I left. And I was worse to Tails and Knuckles.”
“Probably are spittin’ mad at you,” Carl said with a shrug. “Ain’t everyday their baby runs out with a pack’a portal rings. Be surprised if they weren’t.”
“They probably hate me.”
Carl laughed. “If that’s what you wanna think.”
Sonic gnawed at his lip, looking down. “Do I… answer it?”
“Up to you. Like I said, ain’t my job.”
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Thisfanfic is one of my absolute favorites! I’ve been wanting to make fanart for it for a while now but I’ve been busy with my job/ other projects. But I’m glad I finally had the time to make this. I really liked the interactions of Sonic and Carl and it’s now my head cannon that Sonic visits Carl every time he’s stressed.
Thank you @humanityinahandbagand@samthefrank for all of the love and work you put into your Sonic fanfics. Keep up the great work!
What better way to start your day than with a brand new chapter!!!
We’re nearing the end folks! Things are wrapping up! But not to worry, the sequel is nearly finished on our side, and @samthefrank and I can’t wait to bring it to you!
