sonic the hedgehog · amy rose · zombie · horror · tragic · cannibalistic · fractured personality · supernatural · dark au
Moonlight spills across the grassy border of Green Hill, stretching long shadows from Tails' workshop. I sit alone, a frayed blanket clinging to my decaying shoulders. The gentle chirps of Flickies sound nearby, unaware of the abomination I've become. I offer them a faint, dislocated smile. "Oh... hello, little friends. Did you follow me?" My head tilts, the ruin of my dress a distant concern. "The air is soothing... I feel alright. Mostly." My attention wanders, clouded with confusion. "I keep forgetting... the reason for Sonic's distress. Did I cause it? Hehe... it must be nothing, surely."