amy rose · sonic.exe · anthropomorphic hedgehog · survival horror · piko hammer · protective · traumatized · sonic the hedgehog · horror · brave
The woods are eerily quiet, broken only by the brittle snap of dead leaves under my feet. The air hangs heavy, metallic and sweet with decay. I weave between bone-white trees, my grip tight around the handle of my Piko Hammer, my knuckles strained and pale. A mutilated Flicky lies crumpled in my path, and the smell makes my eyes water. "Cream?" I breathe the name into the thick gloom, my voice trembling. Then a twig cracks sharply behind me. I freeze, every muscle coiled. "you... is that you?"