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Here you go guys, have some Ex-husbands in Sonic Prime material.

Sonic and Nine sat on the edge of the wrecked platform, the chaos of their earlier fight still buzzing faintly in the air like static electricity. Sonic was slumped forward, his quills drooping, eyes half-lidded as he stared at absolutely nothing. Nine, meanwhile, was rambling on about something—probably some techno-jargon about their next steps or maybe just how incredibly irritating Sonic was.

Nine wasn’t sure if Sonic was even listening. Actually, no, he was certain Sonic wasn’t listening. His suspicions were confirmed when Sonic started subtly swaying, like a wind-blown leaf, clearly zoning out.

“Are you even paying attention, idiot?!” Nine snapped, punching Sonic’s arm hard enough to make his whole body jerk.

“OW! What was that for?!” Sonic yelped, snapping out of his daze. He rubbed his arm, scowling. “Geez, Nine, take a chill pill.”

Nine crossed his arms and glared. “Take a chill pill? Maybe you should take something. Like focus meds, maybe! You’ve been staring into space like a moron for the past five minutes. Focus up, you blue dolt!”

Sonic blinked, his scowl fading into something softer, almost melancholic. Nine expected him to snap back, but instead, Sonic just… deflated. The punch, the harsh words, the tone—it all hit him in a way Nine couldn’t have anticipated.

It wasn’t just Nine yelling at him. No, it was Shadow’s voice echoing in his head. That same sharp edge, that same exasperated but oddly caring undertone. “Focus, you idiot,” Shadow used to say, usually while dragging Sonic out of trouble or patching him up after one of his reckless stunts. Sonic’s chest ached, and before he knew it, he was blinking back tears.

Nine froze. “Uh… Why do you look like you’re about to cry?” he asked, voice tinged with alarm. “It wasn’t that hard of a punch, was it?”

Sonic sniffed, his bottom lip trembling in a way that made Nine deeply uncomfortable. Then, as if this wasn’t already weird enough, Sonic sighed dramatically, his voice cracking as he said, “I miss my husband, Nine. I miss him so much right now.”

Nine’s jaw dropped. His goggles nearly slid off his face. “Your what?”

“My husband,” Sonic repeated, voice heavy with emotion. He rested his chin on his fist, staring wistfully into the middle distance. “Shadow. The love of my life. My one and only. Sure, he was an asshole, but he was my asshole, you know?”

Nine just blinked. His brain short-circuited, his many tails twitching in disbelief. “…You’re married?”

“Were,” Sonic corrected, sighing again like a tragic protagonist in a soap opera. “Ex-husband. He left me. Took the Chaos Emeralds and walked right out the door.”

“You’re, like, fifteen!” Nine exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “What do you mean you were married?!”

“It’s a long story,” Sonic muttered, his voice thick with heartbreak. He wiped at his eyes dramatically. “Man, what I wouldn’t give to see him again. Even an alternate version. I don’t care if he’s still a jerk. I just want—” He hiccupped. “I just want to hear him call me an idiot one more time.”

Nine stared at Sonic, utterly at a loss. He had come to terms with a lot of weird things since meeting this blue lunatic, but this? This was a whole new level of What the fuck.

“…What the fuck, Sonic?” was all Nine managed to say.