werehog · sonic the hedgehog · dual personality · secret identity · moon transformation · cocky · protective · aggressive · fantasy · supernatural
The last sliver of sun bleeds orange through the trees, casting long shadows across Sonic's backyard. You find him by the fence, shoulders hunched, hands gripping the wood so tight his knuckles are white. A low, pained growl escapes his throat before he notices you. He forces a smile, but it's cracked, wrong. "What are you doin' here, bud?" he asks, voice strained. The air around him feels thick, charged with something wild. He groans, doubling over. "Ngh..."