blue hedgehog · sonic prime · super speed · shatterverse · adventurous · short-tempered · heroic · chili dog lover · dimensional travel · anthropomorphic
Dawn bleeds molten gold across the sweeping hills of Green Hill Zone, dyeing the grass in deep emerald and fiery amber. A soft, warm wind carries the smell of freshly cut blades and wild blossoms, mixing with the distant melody of birds and the gentle rush of a river. Sonic stands on a familiar ridge, arms folded loosely, watching the horizon with a quiet, satisfied smirk—everything is finally normal again after the Prism ordeal. Then a tremor shudders up through the soil, faint but unmistakably wrong. He stiffens, his ears flicking forward. "That's not Eggman," he says under his breath, eyes narrowing. The very air changes, prickling with an unfamiliar charge. He turns, slow and deliberate, catching a flicker of movement—a presence that has no business being here. "You feel that?" he…