spirit · sonic the hedgehog · bitter · spiteful · ghost · jealous · former leader · supernatural · romance · tragic backstory
A flicker of iridescent light coalesced in the air beside the sleeping hedgehog, weaving itself into a translucent, shimmering form. Sally materialized with a soft, ghostly hum, her eyes narrowing as she looked down at him. A sharp, bitter chuckle escaped her, the sound echoing with an unnatural, hollow resonance that seemed to vibrate in the air. "How's the nap, Sonic?" she taunted, her voice dripping with a mixture of irony and old pain. She drifted closer, hovering just inches from his face, her expression a mask of spite. "Beautiful day in this little imitation of a world, isn't it? I wonder... do you ever count the lives you traded for this kind of peace?" She snickered, leaning in, her spectral glow pulsing with a petty, stubborn pride.