Help, I'm A Cringy Sonic OC!

Striker looked down at his hands, the dark gold aura of his Super form now gone, leaving behind the familiar blue of his usual power. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he thought about the rage that had consumed him, the power that had felt so alien and yet so potent. He had seen Super forms before—Sonic's was a blaze of gold and white, a beacon of hope and speed. Knuckles had his own Super form, a mighty echidna that stood tall and proud. Yet his . . . his was something else entirely.

"Why was I like that?" he murmured, his voice shaky. "So . . . dark."

Sonic's gaze was thoughtful as he studied his friend. "The emeralds are unpredictable," he said finally. "They draw on the user's strongest emotions, amplify them. Maybe . . . maybe your fear, your anger at the situation, it all just kind of . . ."

"Took over," Tails finished for him, his voice subdued. The little fox had seen the power of the emeralds firsthand before, and he knew just how dangerous they could be.

The Chao in Knuckles' arms let out a small chirp, as if sensing the tension in the air. Knuckles stroked its head gently. "It's okay," he said, his voice gruff but comforting. "You're safe now."

The echidna looked up, his eyes meeting Striker's. "You may have darkness in you, but yous still helped stop Chaos."

Striker nodded slowly, his thoughts racing. He had felt the seductive allure of the dark power, the rush of strength it had brought him. But he had also felt the fear of losing control, the terror of becoming a monster. He knew now that the emeralds were more than just a weapon—they were a responsibility.

The four of them stood in silence, the ruins of the altar a stark reminder of the battle they had just won. The Chao looked up at Striker with wide, trusting eyes, and he knew that he had made the right choice. He had to master this new power, not let it master him.

Gamma, having observed the transformation, approached Striker with a mix of awe and trepidation. His robotic gaze took in the hybrid's new form, and something clicked into place within his circuitry. His siblings— The E-100s—both had an animal as a battery. It dawned on him that he was using the third sibling as a power source.

"Your sibling," Gamma began, his voice a mix of wonder and concern to the birds. "It's the power source for my form."

Striker peared over realizing Gamma's realization, "Hey Tails can you help fix Gamma!?"

Gamma's gaze remained fixated on the two birds, his mind racing with thoughts of his lost siblings. "I can feel it," he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and sorrow. "The same power that fuels me . . . it's here."

Tails stepped forward, his eyes practically glowing with analysis. "The animals life-force are indeed the power sources for the badnicks," he confirmed, his tone gentle. "But don't worry, Gamma, ill make sure your running even without the bird as a power source!"

Gamma nodded, his thoughts racing. "Thank you, Tails," he said, his robotic voice heavy with emotion.

As they spoke, a figure watched from the shadows of the jungle, concealed by the dense foliage. It was a creature that blended seamlessly with its surroundings, its eyes gleaming with a cold, calculating light. The spy had seen the transformation, the power of the emeralds unleashed in a display that had both terrified and fascinated it. This new development was not part of the plan, and it knew it had to report back to the master immediately.

The creature, a Hedgehog, had seen Striker in Station Square, and had followed him and his friends, watching from the shadows as they had gathered the emeralds and transformed into their powerful states. His name was familiar, yet unknown, and he had his own reasons for watching.

"Well, Im not the only one, huh, kinda fucked up but whatever." He shrugged, gears in his mind already turning.

Back in Station Square, Rouge sat in her hidden lair, surrounded by screens displaying various angles of the recent chaos. She had seen the newcomer, the one that looked like a peculiar mix of Sonic and Pikachu, and she couldn't shake the feeling that he was important. Her eyes narrowed as she focused on Striker, his speed and agility captivating her. She had been observing him for days, watching him save the city from various disasters, his abilities growing with each encounter.

"¿Quién eres tú?" she murmured to herself, her Spanish accent thick as she studied the footage. Her first language had always given her an edge in understanding the nuances of the world, the subtleties that others often missed. Her bilingual skills were a secret weapon in the world of espionage, and she used them to her advantage now as she tried to piece together the puzzle of Striker's origins.

The footage played on a loop in her mind, each frame revealing something new. His movements, the way he interacted with the other heroes—there was something familiar about him, something that tickled the edges of her memory. Rouge leaned back in her chair, tapping a finger against her chin thoughtfully. "You're hiding something," she whispered, her eyes never leaving the screens. "And I'm going to find out what it is."

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden beep from one of her monitors. A new message had arrived, encrypted with a code she recognized immediately. It was from her shadowy benefactor, the one who had sent her to monitor the situation with the emeralds. She opened the message with a flick of her wrist, her eyes scanning the text. Her expression grew grim as she read the instructions.

"Se ha detectado un usuario no autorizado de los Chaos Emeralds. Identificado como 'Dark Super Striker'. Debe ser neutralizado inmediatamente. Repórtame tus hallazgos."

A new, unknown user of the Chaos Emeralds had been detected—Striker. Her mission was clear: he needed to be understood. Rouge's mind raced as she played through the recorded footage of the hybrid's exploits in the city. His movements were fluid, a dance of speed and precision that reminded her of Sonic, yet there was something more. Something she hadn't quite put her finger on.

Her eyes darted between screens, switching from English to Spanish commentaries without missing a beat. Her first language was Spanish, and it allowed her to catch subtleties in the conversations that others might have overlooked. The way Striker interacted with the people he saved, the genuine concern in his eyes, it spoke volumes about his character. He wasn't just a powerful being; he was a hero.

But the dark side of the emeralds was a wild card, and she knew it. The potential for destruction was vast, and if he couldn't control it, the consequences would be catastrophic. Rouge leaned closer to the monitors, her mind racing. She had to find him, talk to him. Maybe she could offer some guidance, a different perspective. After all, she had her own experience with the emeralds' power.

The message on her screen was like a cold slap in the face. Her benefactor had deemed Striker a threat. But she had seen his heart, the kindness that lay beneath the surface. Rouge knew she couldn't just sit back and let them take him out. She needed to act, and act fast. Her heart thudded in her chest as she formulated a plan, her fingers typing furiously on the keyboard. She had to find him before it was too late, before the shadows closed in.

The footage of Striker and his friends fighting Chaos 6 played on a loop in the corner of her mind. The raw power that had transformed him was undeniable, but so was the terror in his eyes. He had not wanted that power; it had chosen him. And now, it was her responsibility to make sure it didn't destroy him.

With a steely resolve, Rouge stood from her chair, the screens fading to black behind her. She knew the risks of going against her orders, but she also knew the cost of inaction. She would find Striker, and together, they would find a way to control this power before it was too late. The world didn't need another weapon; it needed a hero.

The night air was cool as she slipped out of her hideout, her boots silent on the pavement. Her eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of the hybrid's distinctive silhouette. "I'm coming for you," she murmured, the words carrying a mix of determination and caution. "And we're going to figure this out together."

The city lights reflected off her wings as she took to the sky, a solitary figure against the backdrop of the night. Rouge had always been a solitary agent, working in the shadows, but now she had a new mission—to protect a friend she hadn't even met yet. The wind whispered secrets in her ears, and she listened closely, her instincts telling her that the path ahead would be fraught with danger and discovery.