[ WP/MP ] Write a story reimagining a character from another piece of fiction as down-and-out/washed up/past their prime .

Live Fast, Die Young 
 
 
 `` Look at those kids so full of energy speeding around on their bikes and running through the grass.'' 
 
 With each step of his afternoon walk, pain would fill his body. He enjoyed walking through the park with his old friend though, and no pain could stop him. 
 
 `` What's this? ``, he said. 
 
 He stopped when his old tired eyes spotted something shining in the grass. 
 
 `` Just leave it, just this once,'' his friend pleaded. 
 
 `` Oh its just one coin, what's the harm.'' 
 
 `` Do n't you have enough already?'' His friend was getting desperate. He knew the addiction plaguing his heart since they were children. He knew one day it would be his downfall. 
 
 He started making his way towards the coin as fast as he could. His old legs could n't move as fast as they used to. His mind wandered as they walked toward it, day dreaming of his past brought to present where he could no longer move as he used to. 
 
'I used to be so active, so healthy, so in shape. What happened to me?' 
 
 Old age had worn him down from his youth, where he would travel the world constantly. He was an animal activist, he just felt like he connected with the pain of these poor suffering creatures. So many years spent angry at big corporations, mocking his kind with machines made to look like animals meant to spur the image that his friends were nothing more than mindless drones. 
 
 `` Be careful here'', his friend warned. 
 
 They had reached stairs too steep in his opinion. His hand gliding on the rail bringing back memories so dear to him. Step after step, he longed to go faster, to reach the coin as fast as possible. 
 
 Finally, he reached the coin he spied earlier. It was so pretty, so shiny, and he had to have it. He slowly bent over to pick it up. His friend hovered over him to make sure he was n't going to hurt himself. Out of the corner of his eye though, his friend saw movement. 
 
 `` Hey, we need to move.'' his friend said hurredly. 
 
 `` One second, I need to add this to my collection.'' 
 
 He took out a bag full of coins he kept on him at all times. He loved collecting them, and when he got enough he would donate it to an animal sanctuary. But his addiction would soon be his downfall. He dropped the coin in the bag, and in an instant was hit by an old mustached man driving too fast in a modified power chair. 
 
 His bag, fell to the ground spilling everywhere. He was knocked over and slammed his head on the ground. Too tired or slow to get up and retrieve his collection.'What's the use he thought?' He could feel it in him, this was it, this was the end. As everything grew dark, he saw who hit him. His friend kneeled beside him in pain watching his friend die. He too knew their adventures were over. 
 
 As his eyelids inched closer and closer together, gaining weight with each second. He muttered angrily in his final breath one last word. 
 
 `` Eggman'' 

