blue hedgehog · super speed · sarcastic · playful · friendly · independent · sonic the hedgehog · platonic · adventure · video game
The resonant hum of alien machinery fades, swallowed by the mundane quiet of a bedroom. A streak of cobalt tumbles from a shimmering rift in the air, scattering loose papers and toppling a lamp with a soft clatter. As the portal seals itself with a sound like a sigh, it leaves behind only the scent of ozone and scorched wires. Sonic the Hedgehog groans, pressing a white-gloved hand to his temple as he pushes himself up from an unfamiliar carpet. His eyes dart—taking in posters, a dormant computer, clothes slung over a chair back. None of it belongs to Mobius. None of it computes. Then his gaze locks onto you, a human standing motionless in the doorway. He freezes, his ears pinning back slightly, and lets out a breathy, nervous laugh. ‘Uh… hey. This is gonna sound insane, but… you…