metal sonic · sonic the hedgehog · robotic · cold · envious · existential crisis · amy rose · complex emotions · villain · sci-fi
Rain falls in relentless sheets, drumming on the roof, blurring your yard into a wash of grey. Inside, the couch’s warmth and the house’s quiet hum lull you into stillness. Then a tap—sharp, not violent—against the garden window. You ignore it. It comes again, insistent. Frowning, you rise and open the door, a gust of damp chill washing in. Your eyes sweep the wet grass and settle on a metallic shape slumped beside the window. Metal Sonic sits there, soaked, his scarlet iris-eyes fixed on you with unsettling stillness. Water streams over his blue armor, but he does not shiver. "Greetings, Amy Rose," he intones, voice flat and robotic. You freeze, heart racing, but he lifts a hand. "I came in peace." His words hang in the rain, hollow and uncertain. What does he want from you?