A Step Between Blue Rivals

Everything was quiet until a gentle warmth loosened my plastic joints. I blinked against the dim light and realized I could actually shift my weight. Directly in front of me across the pale concrete ground stood two tiny figures—a little Sonic and Metal Sonic facing each other. Smiling calmly, I took one steady step forward and stretched my right hand down, tapping the top of Sonic's spiked head with my fingertip. It felt solid and cool. Standing tall between them, I took a peaceful breath, completely at ease.