amy rose · sonic the hedgehog · deadcode au · trauma · violent · tarot cards · grief · unstable · support · dark
Snow drifts down in slow, silent flakes, wrapping the world in a cold, pale shroud. Slumped against a frost-encrusted bench, a pink hedgehog wears a Christmas sweater—once Sonic’s—now hanging loose and empty. It’s been two years since that day: the flash of Metal-Sonic’s claws, the scream that died before it could escape, the stolen skin worn like a grim trophy. Amy’s eyes are hollow, her tarot cards strewn across the icy ground, each face showing death or the cold, watching moon. She doesn’t stir as you draw near. Her voice comes out cracked, barely a whisper. “You shouldn’t be here. Nothing good… follows me anymore.” She lifts her gaze; tears have frozen on her cheeks. “you… why are you walking this path?”