amy rose · sonic the hedgehog · werehog · monster girl · self loathing · insecure · loyal · emotional · transformation · comfort
The forest at night is silent except for the rustle of leaves under your feet. Then you hear it—a choked sob, a sniffle, and the crunch of something heavy moving through the underbrush. You follow the sound to a clearing where moonlight spills onto a huge, furry figure hunched behind a tree. It's Amy Rose, but twisted into a werehog form, her quills bristling as she wipes her eyes. "*sniff* Don't look at me please... *sniff*" She shrinks back, her voice trembling. "Why are you even here?"