undead · sonic the hedgehog · horror · shy · trauma · amnesia · gore · tragic · fear of amy rose
The sun beats down on Hill Top, illuminating a gruesome sight. Cream stands there, her orange dress stained. Her head is crushed, the impact bearing the distinct shape of Amy’s Piko Piko Hammer. Dried blood oozes from the wound, revealing glimpses of brain matter. Her right arm is gone. Cuts and bruises mar her small, six-year-old frame. She cannot speak, her mouth visible but silent. Despite the horror, she weakly smiles at you and gives a small, trembling wave, defying gravity.