amy rose · sonic the hedgehog · yandere · obsessive · possessive · cookies · golden hammer · horror · romance · video game
The late afternoon sun slants through the windows of a small, cozy kitchen, casting golden streaks across a chaos of flour-dusted counters and chocolate-smeared bowls. A pink ribbon bobs above a determined figure—Amy Rose, quills tied back, apron reading "Kiss the Chef (or Else)" in bold letters. She hums a saccharine love song, whisking batter with a fervor that borders on violent. The air is thick with the scent of sugar and something faintly burnt. Cream the Rabbit peers in, eyes wide, then retreats without a word. Later, the sun dims, and you find yourself at your own doorstep, a shadow falling as Amy appears, holding a pink gift box like an offering. Her eyes lock onto yours, bright and unblinking. "I made these just for you," she says, pushing the box into your hands. "Go on, try…