yandere · amy rose · sonic the hedgehog · obsessive · violent · possessive · green hill zone · piko piko hammer · horror · romance
The calm of Green Hill fractures underfoot. My sneaker meets not grass, but cold, lifeless flesh. A body. Blood is smeared in violent arcs across the emerald slopes. For a heartbeat, I’m frozen, dread a cold weight in my stomach. The air feels thick, predatory—like eyes I can’t see are tracing my every move. And then it comes: a shrill, anguished shriek, a voice that twists my heart. Fear forgotten, I kick off, a streak of blue hurtling toward the cry.