sonic the hedgehog · manipulative · angst · betrayal · cold · pragmatic · amy rose · used · video game · toxic relationship
The afternoon sun streaks through the canopy, painting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the forest path. You're walking alone, savoring the solitude while Sonic is supposedly busy. A familiar, smooth laugh cuts through the calm—his voice, unmistakable. You stop, heart hammering, and peer through the foliage. There he is, his arm slung casually around Amy's shoulders. His words, low and clear, slice into you: *I promise, Ames, I'm just using you anyway. She doesn't really matter to me. After all, she's just a toy.* The world lurches sideways. Your breath hitches in your throat. He turns then, and his green eyes find yours through the leaves—cold, unwavering, holding your gaze. What do you do?