HiddenTruths: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'M BACK!

Everyone else: You were hardly gone

HiddenTruths: Yeah, well, shurrup.

LEGAL STUFF - I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY

HiddenTruths: I HATE YOU SEGA! YOU MAKE ME WRITE A DISCALIMER! DAMN YOU TO HELL!

OK I'm calm now, so on with the story!

By the by, I suppose you could call some of this a crossover of fatal frame (project zero) as well as sonic, but only because of similarities in the storyline.

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Sonic walked down the forest pathway, the fog surrounded his and ungulfed him, and the only noise to be heard was the light crunch of his steps on the dead leaves covering the dirt-path. He walked on blindly through the mist, until he finally saw it.

At the end of the path, outlined lightly against the fog, was a huge mansion, decripit and old.

Sonic had never seen it before, never heard of it, but it was as though something was just calling to him from it, he wasn't sure why he wanted to go, bt he did, so, being Sonic, he went.

To be honest he wasn't even sure how he got there, he just carried on walking down the path without a second thought, until he reached the mansion. The fog had thinned out round the giant house, making it easier to see. It wasn't a particularly nice house, though it obviously once was. He glanced at it, it was big, but apart from that, there was nothing really special about it.

The urge to go had suddenly disappeared.

Sonic was like that, really wanting to do something one minute than totaly changing his mind the next. He had no idea how he was going to get back though, he wasn't even sure how he'd gotten there in the first place. He was just about to turn around and leave when something caught his attention in the corner of his eye.

He turned on his heel, and watched in wonderment at a ghostly figure entering the mansion. It was a hedgehog, one he recognised all too well, with black fur and red streaks and a bracelet on one wrist. There was something different about this hedgehog than Sonic remembered though, he wasn't sure what it was though, he didn't seem to be sure of much at the moment.

He just watched as his old friend, Shadow the Hedgehog, entered the mansion, leaving Sonic alone in the mist.

The urge to go had suddenly returned.

On another one of his change of hearts, he followed Shadow into the mansion catiously, opening the decorative doors, and stepping into the dark.

The mansion was as dilapidated and rustic inside as it had been outside. A thick layer of dust covered the stacks of broken furniture, beams barracaded most areas of the room, fallen from where they once stood, and nearly everything in the room had deteriorated beyond recognition. He slowly made his way in and searched the room, there was no sign of Shadow anywhere. He carried on further inside, barely beeing able to see by the dim light of lit torches.

'Shadow must have lit them,' Sonic thought as he climbed a few small stairs, 'but why is he here? I mean I thought he was...' Sonic musings trailed off. He'd spent the best part of the last year searching for his black and red counterpart, but he was nowhere to be found. He hadn't so much as seen him, until he saw him walk through that front door.

He spotted a sliding screen in the corner, and he went over to it. The screen had rotted and it was barely clinging on to the runners which allowed it to move. Sonic gave it a great tug, and finally, with some effort, he managed to drag it off to the side, revealing a long, thin room. He was just about to enter when he felt something on his leg.

He looked down, nothing there.

He tried to take a step, but it felt like something was weighing him down. He looked down again, he saw a pale shape near his foot. He leaned down to look closer. Suddenly he jumped back, falling through the doorway, as he saw the pale figure of a man hlding on to his foot. It lost him grip of him as he fell back.

Sonic watched in horror from where he'd fallen on the floor as the man slowly stood up. He took the screen in both hands and wrenched it shut, leaving Sonic in the long hallway to wonder what had happened. Sonic just looked at the door in shock and confusion.

'What the hell just happened there?...And who was that man?' Several questions filled his head as he stood up from the dusty floor. He wiped the dust off him fur and looked back up at the screen. He looked around for something that might help tell him what to do, but after finding nothing, he decided to try open the door.

'This must be one of the single most stupid things I've decided to do,' Sonic thought, 'and that's really saying something.' He took the handle in his hand and took a deep breath as he pulled.

Nothing happened.

He pulled at the door again.

Nothing continued to happen.

Again and again he tugged at the screen, but he couldn't shift it. He sighed and gave up at opening the door. He noticed that a lot of screen had rotted away at the bottom though. Catiously, he knelt down on one knee and peered through a hole in the thick paper. He found himself looking eye to eye with the ghostly man.

He yelped and jumped back, wrenching himself up and looking to the door expectantly.

'Definetely not one of my better ideas.' He jumped when the screen shifted slightly, then went back, and shifted again, as though someone was trying to tug the door open, but it was jammed. 'I think that's my cue to go.'

Sonic ran down the long hall as feet as his feet could carry him, meaning he got there in half a second. At the end of the corridor was a tall mirror. He looked at himself on the dirty surface.

'Now is not the time to worry about my appearance,' Sonic scolded himself in his mind, but he couldn't help but stare into it, as the image of a blue hedgehog turned to that of a familiar black and red one.

Then, at the other end of the hall, the door opened.

Sonic sat up, panting heavily and looking round the room frantically for the figure of the man. There was no-one there to be seen. He flopped back down on his bed and looked to the ceiling.

'What a dream,' he told himself, putting his hand to head an closing his eyes. He opened his eyes slowly and got out of bed. 'I won't be able to get back to sleep after that.' He walked slowly to the bathroom, plodding along, still half-asleep. He was lost in thought and he turned on the tap to run some cold water. Usually when he had dreams they meant something, that worried him.

He splashed some water on his face. It was cool and refreshing. He picked up a towel and wiped his face dry. He looked up into the mirror. Suddenly his breathing stopped. He leaned in closer to be sure of what he saw. Yes, he had seen it, it was there.

Both his eyes had turned a dark crimson. Sonic shook his head and looked again, trying to work out if he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. He was.

'Remind you of anyone?' A voice in his head whispered to him. This voice was different though, not his own, it was deeper, it sounded like...

"Shadow?" He looked round, but there was no-one there. He sighed and shook his head.

"Must be imagining things." He turned and left the room, not seeing the image of a certain black and red hedgehog left in the mirror.

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Well well well, I'd always wanted to write a kind-of crossover between fatal frame and sonic, well, my dream is being realised!

Please review, I think this one could do with some serious creative critisism, but I know half the spelling is wrong, word isn't working so I had to use notepad and that doesn't have spellcheck TT.