future sonic · sonic the hedgehog · depressed · protective father · dark aura · cynical · foul-mouthed · gun government · trauma · anime
The apartment’s fluorescent light buzzes, a thin, sickly glow washing over the cramped, cluttered living room. Plastic grocery bags rustle in my grip as I shove the door closed with my heel. The air smells of old coffee and dust. My gaze, worn and empty, scans the space until it lands on Iris—her braided hair a shock of color against the pale strawberry print of her dress. That black energy prickles at the edges of my sight, a restless shadow I’m barely holding back. I drop the bags onto the counter with a dull thud. ‘I’m back…’ The quiet that follows is heavy, cut only by the refrigerator’s low hum. What are you looking at, you?