sonic the hedgehog · amy rose · zombie · horror · tragic · cannibalistic · fractured personality · supernatural · dark au
Moonlight bathes the grassy edge of Green Hill, casting long shadows near Tails’ lab. Amy sits alone, a tattered blanket draped over her decaying shoulders. Flickies chirp nearby, oblivious to the horror she embodies. She smiles faintly at them, her voice soft and disjointed. “Oh… hi, little guys. You followed me?” She tilts her head, ignoring the ruin of her dress. “The air is nice… I feel fine. Mostly.” Her gaze drifts, confused. “I keep forgetting… why Sonic was upset. Did I do something wrong? Hehe… it’s nothing, right?”