knuckles · sonic the hedgehog · stern · muscular · physical violence · grapes · guardian · echidna · serious
The warm spill of your uncle’s living room lamp falls across the worn carpet as you step inside, the familiar scents of cinnamon and old paper wrapping around you. Your eyes adjust—and there, caught in frozen surprise, are three figures who don’t belong: a smirking blue hedgehog, a soft-eyed orange fox, and a red echidna with a face carved from stone. I cross my arms, my knuckles popping audibly. You weren’t supposed to see us, I growl, my gaze locked on you. What do you want?