Sonic Characters Birthdays Novels & Stories

You’d think we’d been friends for years instead of weeks. “My birthday is in a few days. We’ll be celebrating on Saturday afternoon with a little picnic and some cake.” I opened my eyes and focused them on him. “I’d really like you to come.” “Is your birthday on Saturday?” he asked. I sensed a rejection, but did my best to act as if I didn’t feel it coming. “I’m eighteen on Friday, but mom thought Saturday afternoon was the better day for a picnic. Since I was born at 12:10 am, I will have been eighteen for a full day before we celebrate.”

This time, the live comments were completely different from the previous life, when he appeared as the heroic protagonist. "Help. He's so ugly. What the hell." "Ew… I'm logging off to throw up." "Hey, whose pet pig is this?" … From the moment I called Mom, and she told me my birthday, I was certain this world wasn't real. On the phone, she said I was born on June 18th, 2000. That was indeed the birthday listed on my ID, but when I was little, due to a mistake by the local government office, my birthday had been recorded a day early.

“Okay, so we’ll give him some time to calm down. Maybe if you could heal your legs, he might be willing?” “Yeah, but I don’t know how. I was trying before I fell asleep earlier. By the way, what day is it?” “16th March 2011.” “Oh my! It’s really two years after and my birthday is in a few weeks.” “Really? What day?” “2nd April. I’ll be sixteen.” “A good year to celebrate!” “Yeah…” It is a good year to celebrate but what really am I celebrating? Mom’s not here anymore, no one knows who her killer is and I haven’t even made any progress in my life. No prom or…

August 25, 1991 Erik, Henry and Coralis were getting ready to head back to school. “Coralis, I don’t know how I missed that detail when we were filing the paperwork for you, but was your birthday really on August 1st?” said Kief. “Yes, I am now 11,” said Coralis. “Wait wait, DID WE REALLY MISS YOUR BIRTHDAY?” said Erik and Henry at the same time. “Had we known, we would have done something to celebrate it. Why didn’t you tell us?” said Kief.

“Happy birthday, Hal!” Jordan threw herself onto her brother, wrapping her arms around his neck as if she was still a baby. Halton laughed. He almost forgot. It’s August 18th. The day his wrecked life started. "It’s dada’s birthday?” Angela asked, tilting her head cutely. Jordan scooped her up in her arms and placed a kiss on her squishy cheek. “Yup! And we gonna celebrate it with some snacks. Right, bro?”

“I have a feeling this is not going to be pleasant.” I take a deep breath and glance around the table. All of them. My chaos crew. My ride-or-die dysfunctionals. They’re mine. And they deserve to know what’s coming. “You all know my birthday is in two days,” I begin. Sonia raises a brow. “Wait—your real birthday? Or your executioner identity birthday? Because I can’t keep track anymore.” “Actual birthday. The one that marks my glorious escape from the womb,” I reply dryly.

"So I know you're getting a whole year older in 2 weeks. How about it?" He was right, February 21st is right around the corner. "I hate getting old. But I'll be 22, only 2 years younger than you" I smiled. He smiled back at me "oh thank god, I won't be fucking a toddler anymore" I rolled my eyes "crude! You're getting way old too" He laughed "my birthday is in July. I'm not worrying" His birthday was July 28th, we met on August 3rd.

Anubis must've send that healer out the moment I woke up to have some time for us alone. Good. "A month." After much reluctance, he finally said in a low tone. "That long? It means my birthday..." "Is tomorrow." Before I could say 'is passed by a week', he chimed in, surprising me. "Tomorrow? I thought it was a week ago..?" "Your original birthday is on sixth May. The exact same day as your mother's..." He said confidently. So... the day I've been counting as my birthday... it might be when my adoptive mother found me...

“That’s like a month from now. Well done, girl. Woman. Or um lady.” “I liked it better when you used to call me Mpumi.” ……………………………………………………………………………………… Meanwhile, Bowman was only stressing about the year coming to an end while his son was not found yet. “I’ll have Christmas without my son!” he cried. “This is bad. Very bad. I don’t want to start a new year without him, no. Oh!” “What? What is it?” Gibson asked. “It’s his birthday on the 1st of January! He won’t celebrate his 23rd birthday with me. Gibson, I’m trying very hard to believe that he’s still alive.”

"I don't know how Avalyn tolerates your cranky ass all the damn time. I'm going to leave after Avalyn and your birthday to chase another lead for fuck's sake. Can you calm your tits for two fucking days?" Avalyn's and my birthday fell on consecutive days. But the weirdest thing was that she was born on 22 May at 11:58 pm and I was born on 23 May at 12:02 am. We were born exactly four years and four minutes apart. It was weird but cool at the same time. And today was the big day. She turned twenty four and I will turn twenty eight tomorrow. There was no way in hell I was going to miss her birthday. The first of many that we were going to spend together.