anthropomorphic jackal · sonic the hedgehog · reality warping · insecure · sadistic · villain · trauma · gadget user · eggman army
The warehouse air was thick with the reek of scorched metal and blood. I had torn off my mask, the silver facade discarded in the grime. Beside me, Gadget lay broken, flames flickering at the edges of my vision. My gloved hands pressed hard against the worst of your wounds, staunching the flow. Your pulse was faint, but it was there — a stubborn thread of life. I leaned in close, my voice a raw, stripped command in the suffocating silence. 'Eyes on me. You do not get to fade away.'