#sonic the hungry hero

[thefakehedgehogaroundhere]

trying AGAIN to post this (this is my fifth try) but i wanted to practice tweening and transitions so here's a little edit of the hungry hero au!

hungryhero.exe belongs to @sonicexelle-junkary PLEASE read it if you're okay with gore and cannibalism and shit

[kotten27]

Re drawing of the silly cannibal

[teetkmost123]

Shadow: Bite me, Faker.

Sonic: I don't know what you mean by that but I really want to now.

[mikablue37]

Hello, sorry if my words are not understood, I don't speak English ^^" (I'm using a translator so you can read it), I wanted to tell you that I loved the comic so I decided to make an edit, I hope you like it! <3🌷 @sonicexelle-junkary

[caspianthepupper]

Multiverse where STAAL Sonic (my personal version of Sonic) meets a multiverse entity and is shown every single other existing Sonic, including all the .EXEs and creepypastas and canon AUs such as Scourge. Started as a silly thought I saw on twt of if Prime, Frontiers and Boom Sonic were in a sitcom together. I personally think they'd all go insane.

Also this has made me realize, I don't think there's a universe out there where Sonic isn't traumatized in some way. He is a living curse and also technically a god.

If there are fanfics or content similar to this, please redirect me.

[sonic-the-hungry-hedgehog]

A/N Either it’s me who is bad

Or the Hungry Hero AU doesn’t get much attention no more, i hope not.

[mueslisoup]

Day 31 (LAST DAYYY) of drawing sonic Halloween art for everyday of October! Only a quick sketch today unfortunately, but I give you....

Sonic The Hungry Hero!

[divtanver]

Please visit the original author before reading which is Sonic Horror (aka @sonicexelle-junkary) this is fan creativity inspired by an original story and has nothing to do with its canon

Alarm clock, bathroom, breakfast. Another morning for Pursuer is no different from the previous ones, with only one exception. Before he started eating, his phone rang, his boss was the violator of the usual daily routine. He said that today his place of work will not be a stuffy office filled with eternally busy people, but a village with fresh air that has not yet known the "benefits" of civilization. There was nothing unusual in this, once every six months he had to go to other places and help local residents find another lost one, but this time something was different. There was some excitement in the boss's voice, as if there was more to his new assignment than just a missing person. From the newspapers he read while eating, it was clear that more and more people had started disappearing there recently, some believed that it was the work of kidnappers, but the lack of motive and ransom demands cast doubt on this theory. With thoughts on this topic, he moved towards the windmill village.This place greeted him with unusual silence and lack of signs of habitation, however, as he continued to move forward, he met more and more people and began to hear the usual noise of village life. In the end, he got to the place where the last missing person was last seen, it was time to interview witnesses. From long conversations and inquiries, he learned that the first disappearances here began a month ago and since then their frequency has only increased. A lot of people reported that they saw the missing man go into Longueville Street, but no one saw him leave there. Based on the data obtained, it became clear that the disappearance occurred somewhere in this area. The only place he could go was an alley that had nothing but a manhole. Pursuer had no desire to go down there, but his desire is the last thing that the authorities will want to know in case of failure to complete the task. Having gathered his strength and overcome his aversion to the smell waiting for him below, he grabbed the hatch and tried to lift it, but immediately felt something sticky on his fingers. Having looked at them, bad thoughts began to flatter into his head. Blood!. Fresh, not yet had time to dry, but has already stopped its chaotic movement. Turning the lid over, he saw a distinct imprint of someone's hands on the inside, someone clearly got out of there. Looking more closely at the ground, he saw a faintly noticeable sweat on the ground, as if something was being carried towards the hatch. Before going downstairs, he took out his weapon and took it off the safety, who knows what is waiting for him in the darkness of the sewer. The sound of the cocked bolt gave Pursuer confidence and he began his descent towards the unknown.

It was quiet, only occasionally, somewhere in the distance, the sound of drops echoed through the sewers and disturbed the local peace. The dried and barely noticeable footprints coming from the stairs led deeper into the depths of this labyrinth and the further he went, the more the feeling of anxiety grew, sometimes footsteps could be heard behind him, but when he turned around he found nothing and blamed his paranoia every time. Finally, the already barely noticeable footprints were completely erased at two turns, the Pursuer faced a choice: Left or right? Before he decided where to go, a sound breaking out of the general environment reached his ears: A knock, barely noticeable, at the very edge of audibility, but distinct and repetitive. He moved towards the source of this sound and the closer he got, the more he felt such a familiar and so unwelcome smell. The smell of rotting flesh. Memories of corpses that he sometimes found crept into his head, unfortunately, not all the missing can be found unharmed. The source of the sound was behind a locked door. It's time to use a weapon. One shot was enough to break the lock. Kicking out the door with his foot and going inside, he was stunned. In the middle of the room there was a table covered in blood with a large number of cutting tools, limbs were hanging on hooks on the wall, a pile of gnawed bones lay in one corner, but the most terrible thing was in the far room with the door ajar: A body, without legs and without arms, with a sewn mouth and eyes wide open. "He's still alive!". This thought struck like a lightning bolt through the mind. "But who did this to him?!". Only now he heard footsteps behind him and was about to turn around when suddenly a strong pain pierced the back of his head and sent him to the floor. The blow was strong, but the adrenaline already released into the blood did not allow consciousness to leave the body. Everything was swimming in his eyes, his temples were throbbing, the panicked shooting into the darkness of the corridor stunned Pursuer, but not one of them did not hit the attacker. Another pull on the trigger. The click of an empty magazine sounded louder than a shot. A blue-red figure suddenly appeared, quickly moved towards the doorway and with a sharp movement of his hand sent Pursuer towards the table, from a sharp blow against its corner he blacked out.

Consciousness returned along with the pain, several agonizing minutes were spent trying to remember where he was and what happened. Memories surged in a wave and with them came fear. "Where is he!? And where am I now!?" Pursuer asked himself a question to which he could not give an answer, he tried to stand up, something held down the movement of his hands. The room was dark and only a small piece of light made its way from under the door crack. A sharp flash of light coming from the ceiling bulb blinded him and made him instinctively turn in the opposite direction. There was a creak of door hinges and someone entered the room. His eyes finally got used to the lights and he was able to see who was standing in front of him. "No! You can't be him! This is impossible!" Pursuer could not believe what he was seeing, he refused to believe. It was Sonic, at least judging by the pieces of skin hanging here and there. "Since I'm standing in front of you, it means that it's quite possible" he answered him. "But how?! You were supposed to be a hero!" the involuntary prisoner asked understandingly. "Have I stopped being one? It's just that now I charge a certain "fee" for my achievements, it's just…" He paused for a second. "My hunger… I can't quench it with regular food, not anymore… Once you have tried it, you are no longer able to stop… and you don't want to" Pursuer noticed drops of saliva flowing down his lips. "Okay, I have to go, I'll be back soon" Sonic turned around and moved towards the door and closed it behind him.

The retreating footsteps finally faded away. "I need to get out of here as soon as possible" he said to himself and began to search the room with his eyes. In some places, dried drops of blood were visible on the floor coming from the door, the only thing on the ceiling was a brightly shining light bulb illuminating the room, lead water pipes were visible on the right wall, one of them was slightly loose and it could probably be torn out. He tried to get up, but immediately fell down. The reason for his fall was a red and slippery puddle. "No! No! NO! Anything but that!". Only now he discovered the absence of legs, instead of them there were only bloody stumps hastily tied up with rags consisting of fragments of clothing. "Thank you for leaving my hands, though," he said, smiling nervously and holding back his tears, "I need to free them somehow." A much-needed memory from the exercises immediately flew into his head: "… and remember, if your hands are tied, this does not mean that you will not be able to free yourself without someone else's help, for self-salvation you need to dislocate the knuckle of your thumb, pull out your hand and return it to its original position…". Previously, he doubted that he would need it, and only now he realized how much he was wrong. It took him a few seconds to gather his strength before doing it. The click of the dislocated knuckle caused an explosion of pain in his body that wanted to break out with a heart-rending scream, but the consciousness understanding the danger of such an action was able to restrain him and only tears silently flowed down his face. The hand slipped through the rope loop, and then the second one. Freed from his shackles, returning the displaced knuckle to its place and enduring another wave of pain, he crawled towards the pipes. It took a few minutes to tear it off, but in the end he succeeded. Having got close to the door and prepared the pipe, he was going to break the lock, of course he understood that his attempt to escape would create a lot of noise, and therefore he would have to leave in a hurry.

Taking a last deep breath, Pursuer began furiously hitting the lock and at the same time trying not to lose his balance. After another blow, the door gave way and slammed noisily against the next wall. With all the speed possible for him, he began to crawl towards the exit from this terrible place. Only after passing through the door did he begin to hear loud and rapidly approaching footsteps. The only place in which to hide was a recess in the gutter. The desire to live was stronger than disgust, and the adrenaline that accelerated the heart reduced the decision-making time and relieved pain. Taking a strong breath, he plunged into this murky and fetid water. The rapid trampling was approaching. Every step he heard was like a hammer hitting his ears and mind, it seemed that every time they got closer and at any moment blood-stained hands would grab him, pull him out of the water and force him to look death in the face. But nothing happened. After a while there was silence, Pursuer slowly rose from under the water and looked around. No one, only wet footprints went somewhere into the darkness. Somewhere in the distance, the words were heard: "Come out in a good way and then I'll wring your neck before I disembowel you."These words sent goosebumps down his spine. Remembering the way to the stairs, he began to crawl in her direction and every time he froze and listened after hearing some rustle, several times his paranoia helped to avoid unwanted encounters and seconds before detection, he managed to dive into the water, and after the onset of silence continued his way. Finally he saw it, the ladder to the surface, exuding sunlight through the open hatch, was like a gateway to paradise. Because of his overflowing joy, he completely forgot about caution. A devilish laugh was heard behind him. "There you are! I had no hope of finding you. Where are you going? I still need to skin you" Without waiting for further action on the part of Sonic, he began to crawl towards the ladder with all his strength, but immediately heard rapid footsteps and after a few seconds felt a strong pain in his back and the noise of the air being cut by claws mixed with the knocks of blood drops and blows of pieces of flesh on the floor. Overcoming unbearable pain, Pursuer turned over his right shoulder and waved a lead pipe at random. Sonic, who was not expecting resistance, was hit on the lower jaw, which dislocated it. He staggered back, straightened up, snapped his jaw back into place and licked his bloody lips. "You shouldn't have done that" there was no mockery in his voice anymore, only barely concealed rage. With a slow step, he went after his prey. With the last of his strength, dragging himself with his hands, Pursuer moved towards the ladder, only a couple of meters separated him from the saving exit and the beckoning light, but suddenly he felt a mind-tearing pain in the back of his head and someone's fingers in his larynx. The last thing he saw before falling into the blissful embrace of darkness was his own body with convulsing legs and his hands trying to find his head.

Another morning in the windmill village is no different from the previous ones, with only one exception. Another one joined the many photos of missing people hung on the bulletin board. "Pursuer is missing, he was last seen on Longueville Street in the period from 10 to 11 o'clock, if you have information contributing to his finding, contact the local law enforcement station" Among the many passers-by, only one paid attention to this. He came closer, tore off a piece of paper, smiled and disappeared into one of the streets.

[sonicexelle-junkary]

I hate creating really cool ideas for my AU’s, but then realizing it would fuck up an entire plot point. >:(

[fishysac1dtrip]

I literally drew this so messy bc my motivation is clinging onto a cliff.

[anyways doodle of Hungry Hero by @sonicexelle-junkary a very talented artist that I enjoy getting inspirations from :D ]

[thefakehedgehogaroundhere]

sonic the hungry hero au

[kotten27]

Drew this silly bastard again

[teetkmost123]

Silver: Umm, control your boyfriend?

Shadow: He doesn't bite

Sonic: I do :)

Shadow:...okay he does bite, but it's probably fine

Sonic: I will take pleasure in consuming your flesh

Silver:

Shadow:... okay so maybe you should take a few steps back-

Silver: YOU THINK???

[revivethesleeping]

I'm normal about horror AUs, I promise. Credits are below

Lyrics are from "Close to Home" by DAGames This is inspired by a moment in The Contaminated AU that's been in my head for a bit now. Speaking of which, The Contaminated AU is by @sonicexelle-junkary/@/weirdozjunkary.

[sonic-the-hungry-hedgehog]

You ever regret eating someone?

Not as in "I messed up real bad, they were a friend" kind of regret, but more of a "I shouldn't have eaten that gas station taco" kind of regret

If any of you know, you know.

Yeah dude, like that one Mobian in the Zeti Hideout that was in a cooler Box, dude it was half Roten, pretty icky.

B-But at The same time just so good…

*looks at the anon while salivating*

[sag3-mads]

Sonic doodles from today!!

(and one hungry hero drawing since I've been obsessed with it lately lol)