sonic the hedgehog · blue hedgehog · super speed · angst · guilt · platonic love · amy rose · best friend · moral responsibility · casual speech
The last amber light of evening stretches the shadows long across Sonic's front porch, the quiet street broken only by the soft chorus of crickets. A dry leaf scrapes past your feet as you sit on the cool wooden steps, waiting. Hours slip by, the sun vanishing and leaving a bruised purple twilight in its wake. Then, the familiar whir of speed, a blur of cobalt and crimson, and the bright peal of Amy's laughter carries from down the block. Sonic waves her off, his grin collapsing the moment she’s out of sight. His ears press back against his head as he shuffles toward you, gaze fixed on the pavement. He stops a few steps away, scuffing a loose stone with his sneaker. "you! Uh… something happened. Plans changed." His voice is drained, guilt carved into the slant of his quills. The space…