You hop through the ring portals, barely escaping Eggman's forces and making it through (mostly) unscathed. On the plus side, you're all here - in fact, you'll find Tails and Vakama nearby, with the fox having brought your pal here too.
But unfortunately, "here" is not exactly the best place to be.
"Back here again...? Sheesh, I really can't catch a break.
"What is this place, Sonic?"
"This is the space between worlds. The void, I guess you could call it."
Everywhere you look there's a whole lot of nothing. Gemstone-like shards litter this reality in all sorts of shapes and sizes, serving as obstacles or platforms; they're sturdy enough to walk and stand on, but this world's rules are a little different from what you're used to. For one, gravity doesn't really work properly - you may find yourself floating or walking upside-down on a shard you didn't mean to end up on, and it's going to take some getting used to.
There's not really much to do or see here either - at least, not for now. You're welcome to explore this strange place, but you won't find anything particularly interesting... with one notable exception as seen in the comment below.
No matter where you go, no matter what you do, you'll feel like you're being watched.
[ hmmm... wolfwood will notice the wince but won't say anything about it (for now) and just chuckle at what oscar response. he's in good company when it comes to dark humor as wolfwood is no stranger to it; if anything, it's probably one of the kinds of humor he's most familiar with. ]
If yerself, our cat pal, and myself end up being six feet under and chasin' one another in the afterlife then I suspect we won't be alone for very long.
[ because let's not kid ourselves here. wolfwood is aware just how people have been going about things—good and bad. ]
The little clown man might be able handle the healing by himself as long as things don't get out control, but he can't take a hit like I can. Feels like if you pushed him too hard he'd fall over like a bundle of sticks.
[ and because it works well with the timing of things, wolfwood will place his good hand on oscar's shoulder and give him another round of healing (against his will). there's no way that he's going to get away from this conversation without wolfwood doing that. of course, he'll do it with being a little cheeky: ]
O Lord protect us from injury and not allow evil to win.
[Okay, Oscar has to laugh at that simply because he knows it's the truth. This entire group sure is... something, all right, and while he's not entirely sure what to make of them, he also can't say that he hasn't come to care for them all in his own way. If he can make sure that none of them get hurt by being the one to get hurt instead, then that's what he's going to do.]
Yeah, there's a reason Bas and I have been tryin' to be the ones takin' the majority of the hits here. You can't tell me "fall over like a bundle of sticks" wouldn't apply to a bunch of this little squad...
[Some of them look like they'd keel over if they took two good hits, not that he's going to say this out loud. He knows he doesn't really need to.
He's gearing up to say something else when Wolfwood places his hand on Oscar's shoulder and he feels the warmth of that healing pulse through him, the pain ebbing away slightly like a tide.
He could protest. He should protest. But in the face of this whole conversation, somehow he finds he can't bring himself to do it.
Sister would be proud of him, honestly.]
Now you're just startin' to sound like someone I know.
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If yerself, our cat pal, and myself end up being six feet under and chasin' one another in the afterlife then I suspect we won't be alone for very long.
[ because let's not kid ourselves here. wolfwood is aware just how people have been going about things—good and bad. ]
The little clown man might be able handle the healing by himself as long as things don't get out control, but he can't take a hit like I can. Feels like if you pushed him too hard he'd fall over like a bundle of sticks.
[ and because it works well with the timing of things, wolfwood will place his good hand on oscar's shoulder and give him another round of healing (against his will). there's no way that he's going to get away from this conversation without wolfwood doing that. of course, he'll do it with being a little cheeky: ]
O Lord protect us from injury and not allow evil to win.
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Yeah, there's a reason Bas and I have been tryin' to be the ones takin' the majority of the hits here. You can't tell me "fall over like a bundle of sticks" wouldn't apply to a bunch of this little squad...
[Some of them look like they'd keel over if they took two good hits, not that he's going to say this out loud. He knows he doesn't really need to.
He's gearing up to say something else when Wolfwood places his hand on Oscar's shoulder and he feels the warmth of that healing pulse through him, the pain ebbing away slightly like a tide.
He could protest. He should protest. But in the face of this whole conversation, somehow he finds he can't bring himself to do it.
Sister would be proud of him, honestly.]
Now you're just startin' to sound like someone I know.