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“Ha ha ha… HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

King Arthur laughed as Sonic pushed himself up to his feet. The sovereign king of camelot held the legendary scabbard close to his chest, while the sword lay a few feet away, forgotten. he roared, sounding only a few steps away from complete and utter madness, and Sonic shivered as the world around them went even darker and colder. ''I am immortal! You cannot defeat me! None of you shall ever take anything from me again! ''

(Sonic saw the scabbard in King Arthur’s hands begin to glow and felt the lifeforce of the world continue to be sucked dry, only to be replaced by more hopelessness and despair. Is that the secret of the scabbard? Does it take the energy of the world, at the expense of your heart? Sonic thought to himself)

“Now Sonic!” Caliburn, ever the master at refocusing Sonic’s attention, snapped him back to reality. “The six sacred swords!”

King Arthur’s grip slackened. “The what?” he demanded, panic seeping into his tone, but Sonic paid him no mind as he ran around him in a circle, stabbing sword after sword into the ground.

Lancelot's Arondight. Gawain's Galatine. Percival's Laevatein. Galahad's Balin. Lamorak's Pinel. and Tristan's Curtana.

As the final blade stabbed into the ground, a new glyph appeared, surrounding the fallen king with the six points of a star. The scabbard stopped glowing, and almost instantly, the world felt warmer, livelier.

“No…” The mad king clutched at the now-useless scabbard like a lifeline, gripping it so hard that his hands trembled. “What did you do… WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

Sonic didn’t answer. With Caliburn held firmly in his grip, he dashed towards the enraged king, and with one strike, he sent his helmet flying through the air, where it crashed to the ground and rolled out of sight as King Arthur knelt on the ground, finally unmasked.

Long, dark blue spines. Glowing yellow eyes. Gaunt, exhausted features.

And a face that Sonic knew all too well…

Caliburn nearly fell to the ground as Sonic stared his own face down.

Sonic: (with a horrified confused expression) That’s me… King Arthur… is me?

“Sir Sonic?” Caliburn asked, but even his trusty sword couldn’t break Sonic’s horrified focus on this warped vision of himself.

King Arthur, looking more and more like a cornered animal, began to shake as his lips curled into a snarl. “ Why do you stop? Are you mocking me?!'' he demanded, and without the helmet muffling his voice, oh yes, that was most definitely Sonic’s voice, sounding as though it were shoved through a darker, more regal, and intense filter.
''What more could you want, you demon? You've stolen my face, my sword, my knights… I won't let you take my life as well!''

With that, King Arthur reached out for Excalibur, but the blade was beyond his reach. In desperation, Sonic’s counterpart lunged for one of the sacred swords, but he failed to make Arondight budge even a centimeter out of the ground, no matter how hard he pulled.

And Sonic… Sonic only felt lost.

“What happened to you?” he asked, and the king, trapped and desperate on the dusty ground, turned his glowing amber eyes to him, baring his teeth like a cornered animal.

“What is the meaning of this?” he demanded, making an attempt to scramble to his feet, only for his legs to buckle under himself. The king fell back to the ground, his armor scraping against the stones below as the hedgehog let out a cry of surprise and pain; all the same, he gripped at the useless scabbard as though it would still save him. “Why do you hesitate? I am right before you, at your mercy, so why do you draw this out? Why do you torment me? If this is to be the end, do not prolong my misery!”

Despite his words, Arthur still reached out for Laevatein, but the light rapier, too, would not budge from the ground, even with all his efforts.

Sonic felt sick to his stomach.

“I’m not killing you,” he said firmly, causing Arthur to pause in his struggles at stare at him with demented eyes. The king did not appear convinced; if anything, Sonic’s claim seemed to fill him with more mindless terror, and so Sonic lowered Caliburn to his side, watching as the fallen king followed the gesture with his eyes.

Teeth clenched, the king could only hiss out another furious, “WHY?!”

“Because you’re me,” Sonic said simply, watching the other’s eyes widen in shock and then narrow in distrust, “and I would never choose immortality. To live off of something else’s power… something has to be--”

“Then you aren’t me!” Arthur interrupted, his spines raising again. “You cannot be me, foul changeling, because if you were, you would know exactly why I chose to take the scabbard!” Armored fingers clutched at the fine leather, though the magic no longer touched him as it used to. “I was done living in fear! I was done having my life threatened!”

“Threatened?” Sonic echoed, and Arthur bristled again as everything deep inside him seemed to explode to the surface.

“Years! For years and years I’ve seen attempts made on my life! Ambushed carriages, deadly gifts… even my food must be tested before every meal! I’ve had swords at my throat, written threats in letters and spoken ones spat in my face…” Arthur’s face screwed up in emotion, and Sonic worried that the other might start crying.

Instead, Arthur screamed.

“I’ve been nearly dead too many times, and I haven’t been allowed to live yet! And now you, a liar and a thief of face, claim to know anything about me?!”

Arthur’s chest heaved, and Sonic stayed silent as the weight of the king’s words pressed down upon them both. The sky above them grew darker, then a single raindrop fell between them with a loud tap. A second followed, then a third and a fourth, then several all at once as the clouds let the rain fall freely.

Though it was cold and unexpected, Sonic didn’t flinch. Not when this was the most real this world had felt since he had arrived.

King Arthur seemed to deflate as the drops fell to the ground. When he spoke next, his voice was much less hostile, and volumes more defeated. “To be king… it takes such a toll on one’s life. People vy for your power, misunderstanding what can be done with it, and some aim to take it by force. Before one knows it, his freedoms are taken away. No eating food untested. No walks outside the castle for leisure. No speaking to a guest without another present. My life… ceased feeling like my own a while ago.”

A singular drop that was not from the rainclouds ran down Arthur’s nose and dripped to the ground.

“My one solace was knowing that I would not forever be king. Someday… One day… I would be able to live life as I have dreamed, leaving the kingdom in the hands of a worthy successor… And with any hope, having done my best to make it a wonderful one to explore. But then, to experience such an awful betrayal, I… I…”

Sonic knelt down in front of Arthur as the king continued to crumble. “It was a way out,” he explained. “The scabbard. When I held it, I had nothing left to fear. I no longer needed people to watch my every move, I no longer needed to wonder if I would wake up the next day, or the day after that.”

“But that’s not it at all, is it?” Sonic asked, and Arthur flinched, raindrops flying from his armor. “You got even more scared.”

Arthur’s fingers stayed clasped around the scabbard.

“I couldn’t trust anyone,” he admitted. “Not my sword, whom I buried back into the stone and replaced with something stronger. Not my knights, whom I pushed away and ceased to confide in. Anyone, at any point, might try to take the scabbard away and return it to Nimue… and with it, any peace of mind I had.”

Sonic stared at the exhausted, drained hedgehog in front of him as the pieces kept clicking together. To go to such desperate lengths for a smidge of freedom, for a taste of serenity… he couldn’t imagine ever choosing immortality, for any reason, but all the same, he felt like he understood Arthur perfectly.

After all, he and the king led such different lives. Sonic couldn’t know for sure that he wouldn’t have done the same thing if he were stuck in King Arthur’s shoes.

“I have not breathed a word of this to anyone,” Arthur admitted, still quiet as the rain fell around them. “Yet… You have disarmed me, stolen my power, and still have gotten me to let my guard down so easily… If I truly am a fool, doomed to die today, at least it was at the hands of someone worthy.”

“You’re not dying today,” Sonic reaffirmed as Arthur’s exhausted yellow eyes looked at him in wonder. “Like I said before, you ARE me. A different me, but me all the same, and I’d rather help myself than hurt.”

He held out his non-gauntleted hand towards the fallen king, as scattered raindrops continued to fall and splash onto the fabric of his glove. The rain had started to let up, no longer soaking the twin hedgehogs to the bone, though water still dripped from Arthur’s spines as he looked at the offered hand with uncertainty, not making any moves to take it, but rather looking at it like it could so easily be a trap as well as a lifeline.

And then, Caliburn spoke.

“Fear not, my lord.” The sword spoke firmly but warmly, in a tone that had Sonic looking down at the blade in surprise. “I have read this knight’s heart and I know him to be true. He means you no harm, and…” At this, Caliburn looked directly into Sonic’s eyes. “...every word he will say to you next shall be correct.”

“Caliburn…” Arthur’s voice was pained, shaking as he was from the cold. “My old friend, my trusty sword… After what I did to you… after I had forsaken you as another enemy to me, you still… you still care for me?”

“Arthur,” Caliburn said firmly, and the king’s eyes grew wide at the sound of his name. “I’ve watched you lose your way. I’ve seen you disregard my warnings and embrace the curse that was tearing you away from the life you fought so hard to live. I was unable to stop you from replanting me into the stone where you once drew me from. I have been disappointed, and angry… but my one wish was for you to see sense again before you had gone beyond a point of no return. I never ceased caring for you, and should I have taken your life today, I…”

All three went silent as the rain continued to ease up and the clouds began to part. Small columns of sunlight pierced through the expanse of gray up above and dappled the wet cobblestones with light.

Arthur’s hands started to slacken around the scabbard.

“You believed I could save him, didn’t you?” Sonic asked, finally breaking the silence. “That’s why you let me pull you out?”

“It’s why I trained you. Your manners may be lacking, but I shall never again turn my nose up at your skill and spirit. If anyone could save Arthur from himself…”

“...it had to be himself, huh?”

Sonic looked back down at the weakened king, and Arthur looked down at the scabbard in his hands, swallowing hard.

“It’s not too late, you know.”

Arthur’s fingers flexed around the scabbard, instinctively seeking power that would no longer come to him, but he looked back up to Sonic, who re-extended his hand to him.

“Come on. We both know that thing’s power is more trouble than it’s worth. And I know for a fact that your friends want to see you back to your old self more than anything, no matter how angry you might think they are. Not just Caliburn.”

The amber light in Arthur’s eyes started to fade. “My friends…”

Sonic nodded. “I should know. I’ve fought all your knights. Lancelot, Gawain, Percival, Lamorak, Galahad, Tristan… They all want you back with them.”

Arthur drew in a sharp breath, closing his eyes. “My knights… my dear friends…”

The final raindrop fell to the ground, and instead of Arthur’s hand stretching out to meet Sonic’s, the scabbard of Excalibur landed in Sonic’s palm.

“...I mustn’t keep them waiting a moment longer.”

Arthur let go of the scabbard, and Sonic gasped as a feeling of unstoppable power overcame him. Any and all fears and worries faded from his mind as incomparable confidence invaded his heart, and he felt incredible, untouchable…

…and he vehemently rejected it.

Sonic didn’t need invincibility. Sonic didn’t need immortality. Sonic did not live the same life as King Arthur did, with the same degree of fear and restraint, and so the power of the scabbard failed to bewitch him.

Instead, he felt it fade and retreat back into the leather in his grasp.

Sonic’s eyes reopened, and he breathed out a sigh of relief. “Well done, Sir Sonic,” Caliburn praised.

“Heh. No sweat.”

“No sweat yet. Now you must bring myself, the sacred swords, Excalibur and the king home, and he does not look to be in any condition to walk on his own.”

“What?” Sonic whipped his head around to look at Arthur, who had crumpled to the ground after giving away the scabbard, surrounded by wilting raven’s feathers that rolled away in the breeze. Without the power flowing through his veins, Arthur appeared smaller, closer to a normal size, with his spines a lighter, more familiar blue. His armor had faded away, replaced with a fancy white tunic, red cape, white gloves, brown leather boots and a golden crown. When Arthur’s eyes fluttered back open, they were no longer a glowing, lifeless yellow, but a faded yet promising green, like an emerald that simply needed some time to recharge.

And just as Caliburn said, he looked in absolutely no condition to be standing, let alone walking.

Arthur glanced away, a weak laugh escaping him. “It seems as though I’m not finished causing you problems…”

But Sonic grinned at him, swiping at his nose. “I think as far as problems go, this is the one I mind the least since I got here.”

Arthur blinked at him once in surprise, and then a twin grin spread across his features. The king laughed, rolling onto his back, dirtying his clothes and sounding so, so relieved.

Even though Sonic didn’t know for sure what was happening in Arthur’s head for him to laugh like that, he knew himself well enough to know that it was something that the king sorely needed.

END SCENE

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a scene from the rewritten story of Sonic and the Black Knight, which inspired me to draw this scene and also have this little headcanon in mind for my AU:

instead of being an illusion created by Merlin, King Arthur is Sonic's world of Camelot counterpart, who succumbed to his fears and despair over everything that happened to him while he was king. that was why he was the way he was when the scabbard corrupted his body, mind and heart. plus, I wanted to have some more delicious SATBK angst, so here you go.

you can read the full story of Sonic and the Black Knight Redux right here: archiveofourown.org/works/4526…

Hope U Like!

Sonic stuff belongs to SEGA
Tristan/Sophie belong to Me

Description

“Ha ha ha… HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

King Arthur laughed as Sonic pushed himself up to his feet. The sovereign king of camelot held the legendary scabbard close to his chest, while the sword lay a few feet away, forgotten. he roared, sounding only a few steps away from complete and utter madness, and Sonic shivered as the world around them went even darker and colder. ''I am immortal! You cannot defeat me! None of you shall ever take anything from me again! ''

(Sonic saw the scabbard in King Arthur’s hands begin to glow and felt the lifeforce of the world continue to be sucked dry, only to be replaced by more hopelessness and despair. Is that the secret of the scabbard? Does it take the energy of the world, at the expense of your heart? Sonic thought to himself)

“Now Sonic!” Caliburn, ever the master at refocusing Sonic’s attention, snapped him back to reality. “The six sacred swords!”

King Arthur’s grip slackened. “The what?” he demanded, panic seeping into his tone, but Sonic paid him no mind as he ran around him in a circle, stabbing sword after sword into the ground.

Lancelot's Arondight. Gawain's Galatine. Percival's Laevatein. Galahad's Balin. Lamorak's Pinel. and Tristan's Curtana.

As the final blade stabbed into the ground, a new glyph appeared, surrounding the fallen king with the six points of a star. The scabbard stopped glowing, and almost instantly, the world felt warmer, livelier.

“No…” The mad king clutched at the now-useless scabbard like a lifeline, gripping it so hard that his hands trembled. “What did you do… WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

Sonic didn’t answer. With Caliburn held firmly in his grip, he dashed towards the enraged king, and with one strike, he sent his helmet flying through the air, where it crashed to the ground and rolled out of sight as King Arthur knelt on the ground, finally unmasked.

Long, dark blue spines. Glowing yellow eyes. Gaunt, exhausted features.

And a face that Sonic knew all too well…

Caliburn nearly fell to the ground as Sonic stared his own face down.

Sonic: (with a horrified confused expression) That’s me… King Arthur… is me?

“Sir Sonic?” Caliburn asked, but even his trusty sword couldn’t break Sonic’s horrified focus on this warped vision of himself.

King Arthur, looking more and more like a cornered animal, began to shake as his lips curled into a snarl. “ Why do you stop? Are you mocking me?!'' he demanded, and without the helmet muffling his voice, oh yes, that was most definitely Sonic’s voice, sounding as though it were shoved through a darker, more regal, and intense filter.
''What more could you want, you demon? You've stolen my face, my sword, my knights… I won't let you take my life as well!''

With that, King Arthur reached out for Excalibur, but the blade was beyond his reach. In desperation, Sonic’s counterpart lunged for one of the sacred swords, but he failed to make Arondight budge even a centimeter out of the ground, no matter how hard he pulled.

And Sonic… Sonic only felt lost.

“What happened to you?” he asked, and the king, trapped and desperate on the dusty ground, turned his glowing amber eyes to him, baring his teeth like a cornered animal.

“What is the meaning of this?” he demanded, making an attempt to scramble to his feet, only for his legs to buckle under himself. The king fell back to the ground, his armor scraping against the stones below as the hedgehog let out a cry of surprise and pain; all the same, he gripped at the useless scabbard as though it would still save him. “Why do you hesitate? I am right before you, at your mercy, so why do you draw this out? Why do you torment me? If this is to be the end, do not prolong my misery!”

Despite his words, Arthur still reached out for Laevatein, but the light rapier, too, would not budge from the ground, even with all his efforts.

Sonic felt sick to his stomach.

“I’m not killing you,” he said firmly, causing Arthur to pause in his struggles at stare at him with demented eyes. The king did not appear convinced; if anything, Sonic’s claim seemed to fill him with more mindless terror, and so Sonic lowered Caliburn to his side, watching as the fallen king followed the gesture with his eyes.

Teeth clenched, the king could only hiss out another furious, “WHY?!”

“Because you’re me,” Sonic said simply, watching the other’s eyes widen in shock and then narrow in distrust, “and I would never choose immortality. To live off of something else’s power… something has to be--”

“Then you aren’t me!” Arthur interrupted, his spines raising again. “You cannot be me, foul changeling, because if you were, you would know exactly why I chose to take the scabbard!” Armored fingers clutched at the fine leather, though the magic no longer touched him as it used to. “I was done living in fear! I was done having my life threatened!”

“Threatened?” Sonic echoed, and Arthur bristled again as everything deep inside him seemed to explode to the surface.

“Years! For years and years I’ve seen attempts made on my life! Ambushed carriages, deadly gifts… even my food must be tested before every meal! I’ve had swords at my throat, written threats in letters and spoken ones spat in my face…” Arthur’s face screwed up in emotion, and Sonic worried that the other might start crying.

Instead, Arthur screamed.

“I’ve been nearly dead too many times, and I haven’t been allowed to live yet! And now you, a liar and a thief of face, claim to know anything about me?!”

Arthur’s chest heaved, and Sonic stayed silent as the weight of the king’s words pressed down upon them both. The sky above them grew darker, then a single raindrop fell between them with a loud tap. A second followed, then a third and a fourth, then several all at once as the clouds let the rain fall freely.

Though it was cold and unexpected, Sonic didn’t flinch. Not when this was the most real this world had felt since he had arrived.

King Arthur seemed to deflate as the drops fell to the ground. When he spoke next, his voice was much less hostile, and volumes more defeated. “To be king… it takes such a toll on one’s life. People vy for your power, misunderstanding what can be done with it, and some aim to take it by force. Before one knows it, his freedoms are taken away. No eating food untested. No walks outside the castle for leisure. No speaking to a guest without another present. My life… ceased feeling like my own a while ago.”

A singular drop that was not from the rainclouds ran down Arthur’s nose and dripped to the ground.

“My one solace was knowing that I would not forever be king. Someday… One day… I would be able to live life as I have dreamed, leaving the kingdom in the hands of a worthy successor… And with any hope, having done my best to make it a wonderful one to explore. But then, to experience such an awful betrayal, I… I…”

Sonic knelt down in front of Arthur as the king continued to crumble. “It was a way out,” he explained. “The scabbard. When I held it, I had nothing left to fear. I no longer needed people to watch my every move, I no longer needed to wonder if I would wake up the next day, or the day after that.”

“But that’s not it at all, is it?” Sonic asked, and Arthur flinched, raindrops flying from his armor. “You got even more scared.”

Arthur’s fingers stayed clasped around the scabbard.

“I couldn’t trust anyone,” he admitted. “Not my sword, whom I buried back into the stone and replaced with something stronger. Not my knights, whom I pushed away and ceased to confide in. Anyone, at any point, might try to take the scabbard away and return it to Nimue… and with it, any peace of mind I had.”

Sonic stared at the exhausted, drained hedgehog in front of him as the pieces kept clicking together. To go to such desperate lengths for a smidge of freedom, for a taste of serenity… he couldn’t imagine ever choosing immortality, for any reason, but all the same, he felt like he understood Arthur perfectly.

After all, he and the king led such different lives. Sonic couldn’t know for sure that he wouldn’t have done the same thing if he were stuck in King Arthur’s shoes.

“I have not breathed a word of this to anyone,” Arthur admitted, still quiet as the rain fell around them. “Yet… You have disarmed me, stolen my power, and still have gotten me to let my guard down so easily… If I truly am a fool, doomed to die today, at least it was at the hands of someone worthy.”

“You’re not dying today,” Sonic reaffirmed as Arthur’s exhausted yellow eyes looked at him in wonder. “Like I said before, you ARE me. A different me, but me all the same, and I’d rather help myself than hurt.”

He held out his non-gauntleted hand towards the fallen king, as scattered raindrops continued to fall and splash onto the fabric of his glove. The rain had started to let up, no longer soaking the twin hedgehogs to the bone, though water still dripped from Arthur’s spines as he looked at the offered hand with uncertainty, not making any moves to take it, but rather looking at it like it could so easily be a trap as well as a lifeline.

And then, Caliburn spoke.

“Fear not, my lord.” The sword spoke firmly but warmly, in a tone that had Sonic looking down at the blade in surprise. “I have read this knight’s heart and I know him to be true. He means you no harm, and…” At this, Caliburn looked directly into Sonic’s eyes. “...every word he will say to you next shall be correct.”

“Caliburn…” Arthur’s voice was pained, shaking as he was from the cold. “My old friend, my trusty sword… After what I did to you… after I had forsaken you as another enemy to me, you still… you still care for me?”

“Arthur,” Caliburn said firmly, and the king’s eyes grew wide at the sound of his name. “I’ve watched you lose your way. I’ve seen you disregard my warnings and embrace the curse that was tearing you away from the life you fought so hard to live. I was unable to stop you from replanting me into the stone where you once drew me from. I have been disappointed, and angry… but my one wish was for you to see sense again before you had gone beyond a point of no return. I never ceased caring for you, and should I have taken your life today, I…”

All three went silent as the rain continued to ease up and the clouds began to part. Small columns of sunlight pierced through the expanse of gray up above and dappled the wet cobblestones with light.

Arthur’s hands started to slacken around the scabbard.

“You believed I could save him, didn’t you?” Sonic asked, finally breaking the silence. “That’s why you let me pull you out?”

“It’s why I trained you. Your manners may be lacking, but I shall never again turn my nose up at your skill and spirit. If anyone could save Arthur from himself…”

“...it had to be himself, huh?”

Sonic looked back down at the weakened king, and Arthur looked down at the scabbard in his hands, swallowing hard.

“It’s not too late, you know.”

Arthur’s fingers flexed around the scabbard, instinctively seeking power that would no longer come to him, but he looked back up to Sonic, who re-extended his hand to him.

“Come on. We both know that thing’s power is more trouble than it’s worth. And I know for a fact that your friends want to see you back to your old self more than anything, no matter how angry you might think they are. Not just Caliburn.”

The amber light in Arthur’s eyes started to fade. “My friends…”

Sonic nodded. “I should know. I’ve fought all your knights. Lancelot, Gawain, Percival, Lamorak, Galahad, Tristan… They all want you back with them.”

Arthur drew in a sharp breath, closing his eyes. “My knights… my dear friends…”

The final raindrop fell to the ground, and instead of Arthur’s hand stretching out to meet Sonic’s, the scabbard of Excalibur landed in Sonic’s palm.

“...I mustn’t keep them waiting a moment longer.”

Arthur let go of the scabbard, and Sonic gasped as a feeling of unstoppable power overcame him. Any and all fears and worries faded from his mind as incomparable confidence invaded his heart, and he felt incredible, untouchable…

…and he vehemently rejected it.

Sonic didn’t need invincibility. Sonic didn’t need immortality. Sonic did not live the same life as King Arthur did, with the same degree of fear and restraint, and so the power of the scabbard failed to bewitch him.

Instead, he felt it fade and retreat back into the leather in his grasp.

Sonic’s eyes reopened, and he breathed out a sigh of relief. “Well done, Sir Sonic,” Caliburn praised.

“Heh. No sweat.”

“No sweat yet. Now you must bring myself, the sacred swords, Excalibur and the king home, and he does not look to be in any condition to walk on his own.”

“What?” Sonic whipped his head around to look at Arthur, who had crumpled to the ground after giving away the scabbard, surrounded by wilting raven’s feathers that rolled away in the breeze. Without the power flowing through his veins, Arthur appeared smaller, closer to a normal size, with his spines a lighter, more familiar blue. His armor had faded away, replaced with a fancy white tunic, red cape, white gloves, brown leather boots and a golden crown. When Arthur’s eyes fluttered back open, they were no longer a glowing, lifeless yellow, but a faded yet promising green, like an emerald that simply needed some time to recharge.

And just as Caliburn said, he looked in absolutely no condition to be standing, let alone walking.

Arthur glanced away, a weak laugh escaping him. “It seems as though I’m not finished causing you problems…”

But Sonic grinned at him, swiping at his nose. “I think as far as problems go, this is the one I mind the least since I got here.”

Arthur blinked at him once in surprise, and then a twin grin spread across his features. The king laughed, rolling onto his back, dirtying his clothes and sounding so, so relieved.

Even though Sonic didn’t know for sure what was happening in Arthur’s head for him to laugh like that, he knew himself well enough to know that it was something that the king sorely needed.

END SCENE

---------------

a scene from the rewritten story of Sonic and the Black Knight, which inspired me to draw this scene and also have this little headcanon in mind for my AU:

instead of being an illusion created by Merlin, King Arthur is Sonic's world of Camelot counterpart, who succumbed to his fears and despair over everything that happened to him while he was king. that was why he was the way he was when the scabbard corrupted his body, mind and heart. plus, I wanted to have some more delicious SATBK angst, so here you go.

you can read the full story of Sonic and the Black Knight Redux right here: archiveofourown.org/works/4526…

Hope U Like!

Sonic stuff belongs to SEGA
Tristan/Sophie belong to Me