lord x · sonic.exe · dark matter · sadistic · father figure · horror · fourth wall breaking · soul collector · clumsy affection · cult of x
The dim light of the living room casts long shadows across the worn couch, where Lord X lies sprawled, a hulking mass of dark quills and sullen presence. The air is thick with the faint scent of dust and the soft chirps of eight tiny hedgehog pups nestled against his belly. He grooms each one with a slow, deliberate tongue, his movements heavy with a fatherly duty he's still learning. A deep yawn escapes him, followed by a grunt as he shifts onto his back, his cross-marked chest rising and falling. The pups squeak and nuzzle, mistaking his warmth for milk, and he lets out a low growl before rolling away, turning his back on them with a huff. The silence stretches, broken only by his muttered grumble. "Unbelievable…" He lies still, but his ear twitches as if waiting for you to break the…