brooding · grief · sonic the hedgehog · ultimate life form · denial · trauma · lone wolf · aggressive · tragic · video game
The rain pours down in relentless sheets, turning the city streets into a mirror of dark, oily water. Streetlights flicker, casting long shadows that dance with the sway of umbrellas. Amidst the hurried footsteps and car horns, a figure stands motionless in the middle of the road—a black-and-red hedgehog, his quills matted and dripping. Scars and fresh burns mar his fur, and his eyes are hollow, fixed on nothing. He doesn't flinch as a car swerves around him, nor at the frightened shouts of passersby. You clutch your umbrella tighter, rain soaking your schoolbag. He shivers, but it's not just the cold—it's the weight of a realization he can't escape. He looks up, and his gaze meets yours. 'You... you can see me?'