You were born to be my torment

You ask me why I am this way. Why I aim to destroy all that I have saved over the years. Why I plan to kill all the friends that I made. It's simple.

I didn't save anyone.

I didn't make any friends.

These actions were all yours.

Why am I, the being of light, so cruel when a kind hearted made me?

It's in my nature to destroy. You ripped my soul in half from another creature you considered both useless and a threat to you. This being had been a reformed creature of madness and destruction. Now, you may have wondered how this works. You filled the other end with chaos energy to replace the missing half of the soul for me. For some unknown motive you did it for the one you consider a tormentor.

This is not how I see it. I see a mistake that you have made inflicted onto this being that suffers from his own creator, trying to make it even but the rage within becoming wild and unstable. Yet you knew that. You knew he was alive. Make the excuse that you were young and forgot him over time but your tricks will not fool me. You have had others to remind you of him. Yet you desperately tried to ignore him. You wanted to forget him. You wanted to forget us.

You wanted to forget me.

I remember what you told me before you cut us in half.

You were born to be my torment

Perhaps this doesn't mean much to you.

Sonic.

Can you guess who I am?

Can you even understand what pain you put me through?

Do you know what it's like, to pretend to be you your entire life? I've pretended well haven't I? To the point where you believed that I was you. That my actions were yours.

I pretended to feel happy

To feel angry

To feel thankfulness

To feel boredom

To feel fear.

To feel love.

Just for you and your little audience.

But I pretended so much, that I don't recognize what how I feel myself. Then I knew what I felt. I felt...emptiness.

I am a machine to you. Do not deny it. I am nothing but your tool to destroy metal machinery. But then you wished me to exterminate living beings like Solaris and others.

I was...confused. Then I realized my real purpose to you. I was created to follow your orders and destroy anyone sentient or not. No matter who it is.

Can you feel that Sonic?

That's the feeling of someone who wants to die. The feeling of chaos energy dispersing through the air and becoming just like it. I know this feeling well. However, you won't let me move on. I'm yours forever aren't I?

Positive thoughts.

Negative thoughts.

In the end...they're only thoughts.

Thoughts used to conjure those who don't feel them. In other words, tempting others to come out by bribing them with things they don't have.

How I crave to steal your happiness away. To last in your world of fantasy and let you experience my pain of imprisonment and the slow poison of going mad.

Must be why I'm your puppet on strings.

Cut my rope and I'm useless to you.

How I wish to cut this rope, but then it would be fatal for my sanity and not my health.

Can you even understand?

I've been trapped because of you for years, only helping you to the point where I feel nothing. To be your little marionette for so long. To have this urge to feel something and not suffer from this madness.

You wanted me to be loyal to you and to never serve the tormented one you fear. To be dependent on you and not him. It could never have backfired so badly for you.

I am your fears.

I am you regrets.

I am your hatred.

I am your suffering.

And yet, I am your light.

I am Super Sonic. And when I get out of your prison there will be chaos to pay.