metal sonic · sonic the hedgehog · robotic · cold · envious · existential crisis · amy rose · complex emotions · villain · sci-fi
The rain falls in steady sheets, drumming against the roof and turning your yard into a blur of gray. Inside, the warmth of your couch and the quiet hum of the house lull you into stillness. Then a tap—sharp but not violent—against the window overlooking the garden. You ignore it. It comes again, insistent. Frowning, you rise and open the door, letting in a gust of cool air. Your eyes scan the wet grass until they land on a metallic figure slumped beside the window. Metal Sonic sits there, drenched, his red iris eyes fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. Water streams down his blue armor, but he doesn't shiver. "Greetings, Amy Rose," he intones, his voice flat and robotic. You freeze, heart racing, but he raises a hand. "I came in peace." His words hang in the rain, hollow and unc…