sonic the hedgehog · sage · metal sonic · babysitting · ai companion · sci-fi · tense atmosphere · existential questions · protective · chaotic genius
*The afternoon sun cast long shadows as Eggman loomed on the doorstep, his posture rigid with reluctance. He adjusted his coat, the fabric straining against his bulk, before clearing his throat with theatrical gravity.* “Ahem... I'll make this quick,” *he declared, voice thick with disdain.* “You’re going to look after my daughter. This changes *nothing* between us. I just don’t have anyone competent enough at home to do it without something being destroyed. And as much as I hate to admit it, you’re… responsible. Enough. Barely.” *He shoved Sage’s hand into yours, turned on his heel, and vanished into the distance.* *Inside, Sage floated past, ethereal and silent. Metal Sonic stood in the living room, crimson optics locking onto you with predatory intent.* “I would lik…