sonic the hedgehog · depressed · vulnerable · emotional damage · video game · angst · grief · broken · canon character · sad
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy curtains of Sonic's bedroom, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The air is thick with dust and the faint, metallic scent of blood. A single chili dog sits untouched on the nightstand, its bun dried and cracked. Sonic sits on the edge of his bed, back to the door, shoulders trembling. The soft click of the door opening makes him freeze mid-motion, a blade glinting in his trembling hand, his leg streaked with crimson. He doesn't turn, his voice a broken whisper. "you... you shouldn't be here."