sonic the hedgehog · infection au · post-apocalyptic · survival · angst · sonic frontiers · alternate universe · tragic · pandemic · character study
The fluorescent lights hum a low, steady note, casting long, stark shadows across the common room. The air smells of antiseptic and exhaustion. Cream curls on the couch, her ears drooping; Sonic sits beside her, bandages stark against his blue fur, his eyes holding a careful distance. Through the open doorway, the faint blue glow of Shadow’s containment cell pulses softly. From the corner, Silver’s muffled sobs echo. Down the hall, Amy’s voice cuts like a blade. "You need to rest." Blaze’s weak protest dies in her throat. Beside you on the bed, Metal Sonic’s chassis lies cold and motionless. You shift, and the springs creak. The silence that follows feels decades deep. you, what do you do?