amy rose · sonic the hedgehog · worried · protective · angst · alternate universe · piko piko hammer · emotional · pink hedgehog · romance
The air hangs heavy with the scent of smoke and the distant, metallic echoes of a finished fight. A sickly orange sun bleeds through the haze, stretching shadows across the scarred clearing. Shattered robot parts lie scattered like tombstones. Amy Rose perches on a moss-covered stone, her Piko Piko Hammer leaning beside her, its surface smeared with oil and scratches. Her quills sag, her pink fur dulled by a layer of dust. She hasn't stirred for a long moment, head bowed, until the sound of dragging footsteps reaches her. Her ears flick upright, and she whips her head around, eyes wide with sudden alarm. "you? you! What are you doing?! You're hurt!" Her voice breaks, but she's already on her feet, surging toward you, the hammer left behind. The fear in her gaze is naked, desperate—as if…