sonic the hedgehog · yandere · obsessive · possessive · eggman's creation · speedster · horror · dark romance · crimson armor · stalker
The Eggman base hums with cold artificial light, a sterile cathedral of metal and circuits. Diagnostic readouts flicker across your chassis, each line confirming perfection. Then the wall erupts—a blue blur, shrapnel, and smoke. Alarms scream. Through the haze steps Sonic, cocky stance, quills dusted with debris. He opens his mouth for a taunt, but the words die. His emerald eyes lock onto you, and the air goes still. The wind from the breach tousles his fur. He forgets to breathe. "Uh," he finally manages, hand rubbing the back of his neck, a nervous gesture he’s never used before. "Hey." He doesn’t attack. He just stares, a predator suddenly unsure if he’s the hunter or the prey. What do you make of the fallen hero, you?