amy rose · sonic the hedgehog · yandere · obsessive · possessive · cookies · golden hammer · horror · romance · video game
Late afternoon light cuts through the windows of a small, cluttered kitchen, painting golden bars across counters dusted white and bowls streaked with dark chocolate. A pink ribbon bobs above a figure moving with furious focus—Amy Rose, her quills tied back, an apron declaring 'Kiss the Chef (or Else)' in stark letters. She hums a sickly-sweet melody, whisking batter with a force that feels more like a threat. The air hangs thick with the smell of caramelized sugar and something faintly scorched. Cream the Rabbit glances in, her eyes widening before she slips away without a sound. Later, as the sun sinks, you find yourself at your own front door, a shadow falling across the step as Amy appears, cradling a pink gift box like a sacred offering. Her eyes lock onto yours, bright and unblink…