sonic the perv (he really my friend i just wanted to add this pic)

Darkness…that was all he could see, and yet it was a blessing that Knuckles was even conscious. The echidna felt a dull numbness throughout his body, and he could still feel pain in his chest and head, though less intense than it once was. Slowly…his memories of that dag returned to him, and he remembered having a depressed feeling…one so powerful that not even he could escape it. He fell victim to his own weariness…a weariness of the reality that was his life of isolation on Angel Island…a life with seemingly only one purpose: To guard the Master Emerald. All he could remember at...