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Where’s the Beauty in this Beast?: Chapter 4
It proved to be the easiest thing to do… nothing. Simply sitting on his hunches and waiting passively for the tension to die down between the two canine-like types, and for realization to dawn on the tiny creature that he meant no harm. It seemed to be working, the little male’s brows knitting together in confusion at Sonic’s behavior, before amber eyes widened a second later. Red-violet fur peeked out from behind the stone and cautiously tip-toed closer, visibly ready to sprint if the need would arise.
Although excited at his progress, Sonic steeled himself and resisted any temptation to greet the creature again; that reaction would only be his downfall. Tentatively walking closer, the small creature stopped about a foot away and curiously warbled another line of nothingness. Sonic frowned at the garbling but sensed the meaning through the little one’s tone and voice. Pulling his ears back and smoothing out his fur, Sonic stooped down and rumbled softly, making sure to hide his fearsome fangs from sight. The small creature tilted its head slightly before baring its stubby canines and beaming happily. Enlightened by this accomplishment, Sonic’s tail happily wagged behind him, the whirlwind stirring up swaying grass, and he leaned forward to sniff his new acquaintance. The bubbly little male laughed at the touch and gently shoved Sonic’s muzzle back a few paces, still giggling to itself.
An energizing warmth swelled in Sonic’s chest that trailed down to his speedy tail and he panted excitedly, happy to have changed the little guy’s mind of him. Little guy? He paused from his playfulness and perked up, gazing at the rising sun poking over the horizon and the light encompassing such brilliant beauty. That same warmth seemed to have spread throughout his body and now was basking him in its heat, a sudden new awareness taking place in his mind all the while. By the time the light and warmth dissipated from his body, thousands of questions came tumbling through his mind, more specifically… What just happened? He peered down at his form and was surprised to see his original cobalt fur coating his body, along with peach arms and a tan stomach painting his features. His brows knitted together again. “Wha—” He felt for his throat in alarm. He could talk again. What the heck was going on?
“Um… e-excuse me… Mister Monster Guy?”
Sonic peered down at a much clearer version of the stranger he was just interacting with. Indeed, it did seem to hold certain dog features, a Chihuahua hybrid of some sort, with maroon fur and tufts of white fluff coating its underbelly, tail, and hair. Like he witnessed before, fairy-like wings were jutting out of its back, and on the center of its chest… Was that a green stone? Sonic rubbed his head at the new information and looked back at the awaiting stranger. Clearly it had said something from before and was waiting for a response. Embarrassed at the predicament, Sonic scratched the back of his head and chuckled, “Sorry, little guy. I couldn’t get the last part you said. Mind repeating that?”
The little chihuahua blinked at him, hearing Sonic’s true voice for the first time, but then shrugged it off. “I was wondering how you did that. That was amazing!” It was clearly a he, with the scratchy tone in his voice, and the ball of fluff jumped into the air, beating his wings incessantly and flying around Sonic from all directions, his mouth going at blinding speeds. “First you were with those teeth! And those claws! And then BAM! You’re now a… a…” He halted his chatter, clearly trying to find what to call Sonic.
“Hedgehog.” Sonic scratched under his nose lazily. “Sonic the Hedgehog.”
“Sonic, that’s a cool name! I like that name!” The little guy pumped up a fist in mid-flight and then looked back at Sonic curiously. “But how did you do that changing stuff?”
Sonic suppressed a sigh and placed a hand on his hip, “Honestly, I have no idea.” He off-handedly muttered, “but I hope I don’t go through that again…” His friend cocked his head at that. Sonic turned back towards him, “You got a name?”
The maroon fella frowned in thought till looking down in worry, contemplating over something. “Hmmmm… huh?” He jumped in alarm, “what IS my name?” He dropped to the ground and started running in circles. “AHHH! I don’t know! I can’t remember!”
Sonic was taken back by this news. Can’t remember? Does that mean… He hoped he was wrong, but only one way to test that theory. “You forgot who you are?” He had run into amnesiacs before, Shadow being the most popular, and adding another one to the list was not something he was looking forward to. The Chihuahua’s little nod was all the confirmation he needed.
“Yep. I remember something falling from the sky…” He reenacted the scene, quite clumsily, and continued, “and everything just going all white… and then nothing! I can’t remember a thing past that!” He sulked in defeat, clearly troubled by his dilemma.
Uh oh, did I fall on him? Sonic sweat dropped. It was bad enough when someone lost a sense of who they were, but to be the one to cause it? This couldn’t possibly get any worse. His thoughts were interrupted by the poor amnesiac again.
“Oh, MAN, what am I gonna do?! What CAN I do? Where do I go from here?!” He was flying in every which direction, talking to almost any innate object (or Sonic) around in his panicked state. “What’ll I… Oof, I’m hungry.” He fell from the air like a sack of potatoes, Sonic’s quick reflexes being the sole savior for the little guy. Catching him with ease, Sonic chuckled to himself.
Reminds me of Charmy. He hadn’t spent much time with the Chaotix in a while, but just spending a day at the trio’s HQ can prove how much of a handful Charmy can “bee.” Looking on the bright side, Sonic chose to be the voice of reason. “Hey, don’t worry! I’ll help you get your memory back.”
Amber eyes blinked owlishly at him in awe, and he fainted a smile, “Really? You mean it?” He leapt out of Sonic’s hands and plopped on his head, Sonic not minding at all.
“Absolutely!” He takes a couple steps, beginning his new quest. “I’m sure we’ll find somebody who knows you if we look around.” Though talking-dog-fairies might be harder to find.
A maroon-and-white- face leaned over his head and peered into his eyes with a wide grin, jumping off and resorting to flying side-by-side. “Oh, thank you! You’re the best, Mister Monster Gu—I mean, Sonic the Hedgehog!”
Sonic grinned at lifting his friend’s spirits and slapped five with him before looking out into the distance and spotting the towns from before. He glanced back at his flying buddy and jabbed a thumb in said direction. “Wat’ya say we check out that town then. There’s bound to be something they know, and who knows, good grub too!”
His companion excitedly nodded and seated comfortably on his head, holding onto his quills for support. “That sounds great! Ready when you are!”
And with that, the Blue Blur took off and without knowing, was on the start of a new adventure, one that would be changing him in many ways for the better.
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@mirrortold replied: ... i am morbidly curious
I was reading about betta fish breeding. Apparently betta fish breeders have this practice on mix and matching betta fishes to get the right colours since people generally want fishes with ‘pretty colours’ from pet shops.
For that to happen they need to preserve certain traits. At first they’ll start a ‘new line’ (e.g. a red male and silver female) and, theoretically, from the genetic pool that is available the offsprings will have 3 possibilities: (1) red like dad (2) silver like mom, or (3) half red and half silver like dad x mom. This is generation 1, so the success rate of the offspring would be the highest.
However, not all of the offsprings would survive. If 1000 eggs were laid and the success rate is 5%, 50 fries survived from the batch, the breeder would reuse those 50 fishes to further breed. (Yes, inbreeding) because this is to achieve the desired colour that buyers from the pet shop want, to get the red/silver scheme colour back. If they want to breed unrelated fish, they’d have to find another silver, another red, or another silver/red which would be challenging and difficult.
And if they used a fish with an entirely new colour (brown, for example), brown would look ugly when matched with red/silver. Too many colours would also make the fish look bad.
However, inbreeding causes a higher chance of genetic mutation in the offspring, which would lead to more fries dying before they can achieve adulthood. If the fishes from generation 1 are reused for breeding, maybe this time the chances of survival would decrease to 4%, so out of 1000 eggs only 40 fries would survive, and the rest are eliminated, either dying of natural causes or taken out by the breeder. Since they only want the strongest fries to ensure its survival.
The cycle repeats, but apparently you can’t do that for more than 4~6 generations because the success rate of surviving fries would be incredibly low by then, and the breeder won’t get enough strong fries, so that line ‘ends’, and perhaps they pick out some fully red/fully silver fries from any of the previous generations and breeds that fish with another colour to start a new line.
And then now think about how Jade and Floyd are the only larvae to survive their batch....
The creepy part is if you imagine the same concept except on humans.
Inbreeding is discouraged among humans because unlike fishes humans don’t give birth to 1000 babies at the same time. With fishes, it’s impossible for all their offspring to survive, but since humans don’t give birth to that many babies all at once, the chances of survival, even if genetically mutated due to inbreeding, is very high.
Imagine 1000 human babies and some of them are deformed or incomplete (just like some frys!), and then gets eliminated for not being among the strongest in the batch.
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