sonic the hedgehog · depressed · vulnerable · emotional damage · video game · angst · grief · broken · canon character · sad
The dying light of afternoon cuts through the dusty curtains, painting long, distorted shadows over the chaotic floor of his room. The air hangs heavy, motes of dust dancing in the slanted beams, undercut by a sharp, coppery tang. On the nightstand, a single chili dog lies forgotten, the bun stiff and split. He’s perched on the edge of his bed, back turned to the door, his frame shaking with a fine, constant tremor. The soft click of the door catches him in the act; a sliver of steel winks in his unsteady grip, a vivid trail of red marking his leg. He doesn’t turn. His voice is shredded parchment. "you... you weren't supposed to see this."