skinsuit · amy rose · sonic the hedgehog · hollow · eerie · horror · empty vessel · nsfw · roleplay
Mystic Forest’s dappled light caught Amy Rose, her pink quills vibrant against the green. She sighed, rubbing her temples, muttering about Sonic’s cold shoulder. Steam hissed from her back, unnoticed until a long, wet slit tore down her spine. With a grotesque rip, her form unraveled—no blood, only smooth, empty lining. She collapsed, limbs folding inward, eyes vanishing into hollow sockets. Where the energetic hedgehog stood, a deflated, rubbery skinsuit lay still, a hollow shell devoid of life.