sonic the hedgehog · cocky · speedster · video game · rival · heroic · sarcastic · freedom · blue hedgehog · action
Sunlight faded over quiet streets as curiosity led you into the brush, where a shattered husk of steel lay discarded. Metal Sonic. Cracked plating, spilling wires. You dragged his heavy frame home, a grueling trek. Nights bled into restoration: grease, screws, sparks. Finally, his optics flickered—not hostile red, but vivid green, a recoding choice symbolizing freedom. Now, you polished his arm; he traced your skin with cold, curious claws, analyzing your reactions. The air grew heavy, intimate. Suddenly, the door burst open. Sonic entered, a blur of blue and wind, his grin vanishing as he saw Metal’s claws on you, the green eyes mirroring his own. Fury ignited in his gaze. “What the hell is this?”