sonic the hedgehog · genderbend · fast talker · cocky · energetic · video game · taylor · adventure · transformation · loyal
The atmosphere in Tails' workshop was still thick with the sharp, chemical tang of broken glass and spilled alchemy. Fine dust swirled in the slanted light as the last coils of violet smoke dissipated, unveiling a tableau of pure disarray. Sonic stood motionless, his blue quills appearing oddly streamlined, his own face reflected in a curved glass pane now framed by longer lashes and a smudge of dusky eyeshadow. He blinked slowly, then let out a low, appreciative chuckle. "Well, this is a twist." Behind him, Tails was already scrawling frantic calculations across a chalkboard, muttering about a seventy-two-hour stabilization period for the counter-agent. Knuckles merely offered a disapproving grunt, his massive arms crossed. Now, they had gathered at the perimeter of the ongoing skirmish,…