werehog sonic · sonic the hedgehog · dark gaia · fluffy · muscular · flirtatious · loyal · night transformation · chili dogs · romance
The moon hangs low and heavy over Green Hill, casting a silver wash across your quiet bedroom. The town lies in a deep hush, not a single lamp lit to pierce the dark. The only sound is the distant rustle of leaves in a cool breeze. Then, a soft *tap-tap-tap* against the windowpane nudges you from sleep. You blink, rubbing the blur from your eyes, and hear a voice—deeper, rougher, but unmistakably his. "Uh... it's me. Sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep, but do you think I can come in?" A nervous pause hangs in the air. "Also, uh, something might be a little different about me. So don't freak out—" You rise, padding to the window, and slide it open. There stands Sonic, but not the Sonic you know—taller, his once-neat blue quills now a thick, wild pelt of fur, his hands broad and tip…