Author's Note

Okay, so this IS Sonic's POV, and I know, 'You should have done the ponies first, and NAG NAGNAG NAG, NAG'. Yes, I know. But I wanted to get this one DONE. I was so excited when I thought of it...

Shit is about to get REEEEEEE-ALLLLLLLL!!!!

When Sonic opened his eyes, he was greeted to an abnormally large amount of pink in his field of vision.

What the hell did I have to drink last night? Oh, Knuckles is going to kill me when he finds out I drank the 350 Bacardi... Damn, I'm glad I'm faster than he is. Or I would be deader than Dark Oak was supposed to be. Speaking of, where the hell is Tails?

"Okay, this blanket is INCREDIBLY soft, but, One, I can't breathe. Two, it smells like cupcakes and... Hot Sauce? As for three, I'm sweatin' like a hog under it. And it's heavy. So if you would please GET IT THE HELL OFF OF ME, I would appreciate it."

When he finished, a collective gasp was heard. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again, "I heard you gasp, so please GET IT THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!!"

After the initial shock that he was alive, kicking, and cursing, a voice said, "Pinkie! Get off of him. I know you wanna be friends, but... You cannot be friends if he died of suffocation." For some unknown reason, Sonic found the voice strangely familiar, though he could not place it...

"Okie-Dokie-Hulk-Smashes-Loki!"

This voice sounded familiar as well. Though, why she had referenced the second-best Marvel movie EVER, escaped him. With a start, the blanket was not covering his face. The light was blinding at first, but he gradually accustomed to it. When he came to, he saw six awake and coherent female hedgehogs, and one unconscious male with a rather nasty bruise on his forehead that hadn't been there last time he had seen him. He could also finally get a good look at his clothing. All of the items he wore were as mis-matched in color as he was, and his wardrobe included a mail (As in, letters. Actual mail.) chestplate, jeans, and clown shoes. And a jester's hat. At that moment, Orange spoke.

"Ah'm sorry for hittin' ya, sugarcube, but I had never seen a creature like you before."

Sonic was lost. He was just the same as them. How did they not know what he was?

Purple apparently saw his confusion, and quickly replied, "We didn't used to look like this. We used to look like quadrupedal ponies, but somehow, we got transported here, as well as our bodies changed."

If you don't think about how much that sounds like a crock of shit, it actually makes sense. A new place, with new things.

As he thought, he felt the sudden urge to come up with a witty comeback. After some soul-searching, he said, "Welcome back from the dead!"

It was the worst pun he had ever made. And he was proud of it.