SUPPORT

.

Disclaimer: Sonic belongs to Sega

.

Genre(s): Action

.

Warning(s): Typo is my most loyal fan, spelling mistakes because English is not my mother language, Possibly OOC. NO BETA, so beware of grammar mistakes

.

Summary: It doesn't matter who or where, they'll always be there to help the hero out

.

.

How? Tails felt like he wanted to cry, body trembling and lips quivering. This should not happen, so how?

How could the doctor's henchmen have this kind of power? Devastating and terrifying, it induced a blind terror within everyone's heart.

How could that masked creature be faster than Sonic? The one who broke the speed of sound in no sweat?

And how could Sonic lose against Eggman? When half of his life, he was the one they could all rely on?

Tails knew he was crying when Zavok scoop Sonic's unconscious body, laughing about how the hero had fallen and they'll be so happy to get rid of this annoying pest out of their sight, no—. No, don't take my brother. Don't take my family away from me—somebody. Somebody, please.

Please, help us!

WHOOOOSHH

SLAASSH

"AARRGHHH!"

The orange fox's blinked in astonishment, tinged with slight relief and disbelief when someone actually came. He wore a full-blown, golden armor—maybe a Hedgehog? The back of his headpiece told Tails so—red cape flared by the wind, giving him a sense of theatrics. He wielded a big claymore with the same color as his protective shell, an intricate design of a see-through light that extended the length of his already long sword shone in ethereal light. This mysterious knight had appeared out of nowhere (did he flew so fast or just literally teleported? Maybe a bit of both? Tails didn't really see the exact event, too busy sighing in happiness that the Lady Luck had answered his prayer) swinging his sword wide and cleaving Zavok's hand in two, causing his grip on Sonic to slack. The Zeti disappeared in a puff of red blocks and Knight snatched Sonic in midair, bringing him back to Tails side while saying, "stay here."

"A-Alright"

Then the Knight disappeared in a flash.

Before he appeared right in front of the startled jackal, sword ready to chop his head off

What happened next was a battle of a century, at least in Tails' opinion. To evened out the battlefield of a one-sided match, Knight countered Mask's ridiculous speed by teleporting and transporting himself through the portal he summoned using the tip of his sword. Slash, swing, stab, dodge, duck. He performed a spinning slice and killed Shadow by stabbing him right on the head (Who, again, disappeared in particles of red blocks. An illusion. Of course! That's why Tails' reading was whack, the numbers were out of its chart. Everyone here—not sure if it included Eggman and the masked jackal too—was just an illusion. Thank God. Shadow didn't turn evil. Or worse, brainwashed by that rotten egg. That was also why Knight didn't hesitate to cut anyone off without mercy. But how did he know they were just made up images? Had he fought an illusion in his journey somehow?). Slash, swing, stab, dodge, duck. Mask conjured up a bunch of spears from the sky, Knight batted them all off with his claymore alone. Slash, swing, stab, dodge, duck. Left and right, he redirected the weapon away from the land below and into the enemy's direction, who scrambled frantically. Slash, swing, stab, dodge, duck—

It was such a fast-paced battle, Tails felt his eyes spun.

(Almost like he was watching Sonic's fig—)

(…oh)

"T-Tails…" the child genius jolted and instantly swerved his gaze to the unofficial older brother. Sonic finally woke up, his breathing was heavy. The blue hedgehog tried to stand up, but his injuries stop him from doing so and he could only flop pathetically to the wall behind. Tails started to fuss over him while Sonic's green orbs landed its sight on the engaging party—Mask created his own type of portal that will suck anything that stood on its way. Knight countered it by letting the gate drag him, summoned a hole when he was near enough and both of it clashed. It collapsed and created a big explosion, blinding everyone present for a split second. When it was clear, Chaos was nowhere to be seen (that fire must've burned him. Water may be the enemy of fire. But it'll evaporate into nothing if the fire was too strong, simple science), leaving only Mask and Knight alone, who was fine because of his full-body armor. The fight then continued on—Sonic's teeth grind, hissing when the fox accidentally prodded one of the worse cut, "who…was that?"

"I-I don't know," Tails answered, attention back to the ongoing battle, "But, I can take a guess…"

"Huh?"

Whether he felt like he couldn't take the risk of the civilian's safety any longer or the fight had been on too long, Knight stood still, the air to still almost instantly. He exuded an aura that rivaled the foul energy wafting off of the masked jackal. Black and Golden. Darkness and Light. It looked almost majestic and picturesque if this was a painting in a home and not a dangerous circumstance happening in life. Knight brought his claymore to the front, the glint from within and the sunlight from above made that majestic sword look intimidating to those creatures who lived in the dark. And before long, he dashed. Creating a loud shockwave from behind (fast! And he just broke the speed of sound. So, this Knight really is—), drawing ring and ring of complicated sigils as he sped through the air. Mask tried to stop him by trapping him in an illusion, yet to no avail. The light was too bright, dispelling whatever murk that was crawling disgustingly at any nearest vicinity. The sword passed through, there was silence.

And Mask burst into nothingness, the trail of red block disappeared into the horizon.

"So, that was a fake body as well. I should've known," Knight harrumphed, turning his attention to the cowering Eggman and snarled low, "called your men off and begone, vile enemy. I don't condone merciless killing, but I will if I must," Tails heart clenched at this declaration, "run along now. Don't let me see your face anymore."

Eggman growled (or whimpered. Pretty sure it was a whimper), maneuvering his plane away and shot out of there like there was fire behind hid bum. Although he did so after he exclaimed, "this is not over!" for the world to hear.

Knight scoffed, "of course, you won't. Knowing you. Well, at least he swallowed my lie so easily," It was a lie. Tails let out a relieved sigh. For a second there, I thought—. He sheathed the sword back to the scabbard on his back, speaking to himself as he floated down, "I hope he won't be coming back here for a couple of hours. Days, if I'm lucky. This place needed renovation, people to evacuated. Eggman is the type to strike a place twice, pouring salt over the wound and all."

The fox hesitantly emerged from behind the rubble, waving Sonic away when he voices his concern, "excuse me?"

"Hm? You're still here—oh, of course. I was the one who ordered you to not move from your place, after all," Knight approached them with a friendly step. The aura that choked their breath not too long ago was gone and, even if he had his face hidden, Tails could feel him grinning from a mile over, "I'm sorry it took a while. Using the legendary sword outside of the book drained half of its power and I have to charge it up first before it'll be back to its original state."

Outside of the book? "Don't worry…mister. We're just glad you came to help us."

Knight nodded and turned his head to Sonic, who was crouching low, watching the golden armor wearer with a tint of suspicion smudge within those green eyes. Weirdly enough, Tails thought the older man let out a hum of approval there, "are you okay? Any major wound? Internal bleeding?"

"Uuh…I don't think so," Sonic tried to stand up for the second time. And failed for the second time as well, "wait, I take it back. I think I broke my ribs and ankle. No internal bleeding, fortunately."

"Well, we need to patch that up as soon as possible. Broken ribs have a major risk of puncturing the lungs," he mussed, easily carrying the hedgehog in bridal style. The blue blur himself squawked in indignation at the sudden follow-up while Tails tried not to chuckle at the image. Mainly because an out-of-place laugh wasn't appropriate in this kind of situation and his older brother appeared to be severely wounded than the younger thought he would. Knight ignored Sonic's tantrum and marched forward. Confidence and assuredness showed as he murmured, "if I recalled correctly, your old house is over there…"

"Hey, dude! Can you put me down?!" Sonic exclaimed, red flush marred his complexion, "and how do you know where I lived? I just moved here, like, two days ago!"

"Oh," he breathed, "right. I have my helmet on."

"What are you talking about?"

"Sonic. Remember that 'Timeliness Void'?" Tails piped in, smiling slightly at the memory, "where a certain someone accompanied you in that journey of yours? The wolf?"

It didn't take long before the gears in Sonic's brain clicked, "wait. Are you—"

"Oh no, I'm not whoever this wolf you're thinking about," Knight balanced the hedgehog entire body in one hand, using the other one to flipped open the facemask. Familiar green orbs peeked from behind, his mouth quirked in slight amusement, "but I am Sonic. You can call me Arthur for easy identification, however. After all—"

We don't want to confuse your friends when I'll be here to help you fight that jerk of an Egg, am I right?

(A/N): Clarification. Wolf!Sonic is not Modern!Sonic. But Arthur is Modern!Sonic. He came to Sonic Forces because he remembered, in his early days, he was saved by a Knight in Golden Armor (Arthur never told Sonic that he is his future self. As he didn't want to change the past. Even though he didn't remember too much anyway. It's been years, okay? Don't blame the old man :'D). And now that he knew that Golden Knight is literally him—one day, he just took one look at his getup and thought 'wait a sec. I know this person'—he opened a portal to the past and came to help his younger self. Sonic wanted to aid him as soon as possible, but unfortunately, it took a while to control the sword full power. Don't want to get stuck in a different world without any means to go back home, after all.

(Wiki said one of Excalibur's power is its ability to open up a portal. Idk about Black Knight, but that's how the mainstream story of Excalibur went. So, I'm using that as the base of this story)

So. Black Knight. That transformation cutscene and the last boss fight were epic as heck! My gosh! The color and visual were pretty too. I just watched someone play the game, I don't know if the gameplay mechanic was clunky or not (reviews from the internet says so) but I gotta say. The game actually managed to HYPE me up, wooh! It was a lot better than Secret Rings too. Man, Sonic was so slow in that game…

The setting of this fic was at the very beginning of Sonic Force because I don't like what Sega did to Sonic. You can't just drop the bomb of him, being tortured for 6 months, just like that! And Sonic shook it off like it was nothing too! No! You can't expect the fans not to latch onto that and create a bunch of 'Sonic with PTSD' fanfic! I'm not ready to read that kind of story! I'm not!

(Me, saying that as I read one of the 'Sonic with PTSD' fanfics :D)

(Also, my first reaction when I heard Sonic was being tortured for half a year was 'OMG! IS THIS GAME EVEN PG ANYMORE?' XD)

Anyway.

This is Sonic when he's already an adult. Calmer, wiser. And also, an era where his friends become a hero of each of their own. So, he believed in them to protect the world whenever he was not there. He visited the castle once a month cuz, like it or not, he's the new king (the sword doesn't want to leave his side either, even after Sonic escaped from the book. Most definitely trying to guilt-trip him to take the throne and be the leader of a dying kingdom. Jerk. And it was working too TwT). Sonic usually stayed for a week, barred emergency. And he'll leave the ruling to the Knight of the Round Table, especially to Shadow…er…whoever-his-name-was, whenever he was not there in person. This Sonic is very responsible `3`

.

BONUS:

Sonic: "So…what it feels like? To be a king?"

Arthur: "Tiring. Especially when you have a sassy, talking sword criticizing every little thing you do"

Excalibur: "your 'sassy, talking sword' it's right here, my lord"

Arthur: "See?"