Close your eyes... And jump

CURIOSITY                      often leads to                                                    TROUBLE...

“I’d challenge you to a race, but soooomething tells me it wouldn’t be fair.”

Call it a hunch, even.

Was the hedgehog capable of running at a ‘regular’ speed? Sure she’s seen him walk plenty of times, but a casual jog? Not to her memory.

     {➹} – NOW THERE WAS A QUESTION he didn’t know how to answer fully, aware that what had been, literal, years for him may not have been the same for her. Even then…so much had changed since he had last seen her. Some bad things, yes, but wonderful things as well. And one greatly outweighed the other by a long shot, for once. 

    “I’ve missed you too, ‘m glad you’re alright.” In the end, that was all that mattered, right? That the two of them were still in good health, more or less, and hadn’t forgotten one another. He was happy that she still remembered him, and that his new appearance hadn’t seemed to throw her off too much. He was the same hedgehog regardless, just…a little changed. 

     Still, he had to laugh her last question. So simple, and yet anything but with all he had been through in the last few years. Where did he even start with that one? “Depends, do you want the long version, or the short one?”

“Aww, I’m always alright.” She replied, though it was more out of habit than factual. But it wasn’t a lie. “I’m glad YOU’RE alright, Mr. Usually-Reckless.” She chuckled, giving him another squeeze before releasing him from her hug. Honestly, it was probably lucky she ran at the right hedgehog. Sonic was the only blue hedgehog she knew, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t mistake someone as the hero. However, now that she was able to look him over, it dawned on her just how... grown he looked. It was hard to describe-- the same Sonic, but something different about him.

“Well...” She grinned at his response, shifting to sit on the ground more comfortably. Crossing her legs, elbows on knees, and chin in hands, she looked up at him like a kid waiting to hear a story.

↳ @counttheimpossible​ asked: Is that the sound of footsteps approaching? Very very quickly? Almost like someone was running towards the blue hedgeh– INCOMING HUG!!!

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   {➹} – STRANGE…NOT A SOUND he often heard out there near the beach and for half a moment he thought it was his partner, which didn’t make sense at that moment. Until he turned around and saw a face that was, perhaps, the very last thing he had ever expected.

     “Heather?”

    He barely got the word out before the hug flattened them both but if the flurry of laughter from the hedgehog was anything to go by, then it was a good thing. Great even. It had been far too long since they had last seen each other, but that didn’t stop him from hugging her back. Not one bit. 

      “I’d say ‘long time no see’ but that seems like the understatement of the century, don’t you think?”

It was one of those moments where adrenaline and excitement charged her actions. Unable to stop herself after spotting the familiar blue quills, her legs carrying her as fast as she could go and not able to help it when she practically flung herself at the hedgehog. Laughing along with him.

“Pfff, it hasn’t been THAT long, has it?” She joked, exaggerating her words as she hugged him tightly. How long had it even been? She couldn’t begin to count, and it didn’t help that there was always the chance time passed differently between their worlds.

//guess who’s back. back agaiN--

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“I am literally none of those! Those are dumb names! Well..I am a lizard lady, but it’s definitely not my name!” She’s almost offended, that this lady thinks that she’d be named something so stupid!

“My actual name is Demencia, but nobody knows that except for villains, so if you tell anyone I will find out.” Which, was sort of a threat. She would kill her if she had to, of course. “Civilians and heroes call me El Alebrije, the beast, a monster, a villain that people question the existence of, you know, the usual!”

She seems rather proud of herself, for making sure nobody knew it was her, though..also disappointed she wasn’t more well-known. “I thought I was totally famous! This sucks!”

“Heeeeyy, I worked hard to come up with those!” Well, actually, no. She didn’t. They were literally the first things that came to mind. But jokes were just how she copes. Because now she knew a villain’s secret, which basically meant she’ll forever have a target on her if it gets out. Whether she tells someone or not! Why did she even have to share?! Heather didn’t even know how to say Al... Al brah...kay???

Yeah, she’ll slip up somewhere.

counttheimpossible

“…Well howdy there!”

I know I am pretty cute and all that, don’t blame you for thinking that, but staring is a little rude so can you stop please? Or maybe I’m the first flower with a face you have seen? I guess that could be kinda weird!”

“Anywho, I’m Flowey! Flowey the Flower!”

“W--Wha??”

Oh god, she had been staring, hadn’t she? She hadn’t meant to, it’s just--!! The flower had a face and now it’s talking!? The girl was beyond stunned.

Shaking her head to knock her out of her stupor, she covered her eyes so to not look at the flower, as if that would help. “I-I-- I’m sorry! It’s just, uh... Yeah? It’s weird. Definitely never seen something like you before!”

Carefully she peeked through her fingers as the flower introduce themselves. “Flowey?” She repeated. Well, that... fit?

Oh no he scare pretty lady! Bad parrot, bad bad parrot! José is severely disappointed in his own actions and disappointed in a less than ideal interaction. He would have much rather introduced himself to Heather by sitting elegantly at a nearby table at an open window. The moon would shine in on him and he would look beautiful and enigmatic. But no! Oh no! First impressions matter so much and she currently knows him as a SCREAMING FOOL!

Alas! This is recoverable, though.

He giggles softly and points a finger at her. “You did a scare to me first! But I know your tint scare did not deserve my scream reaction. Very loud. I say apology again.”

He pauses for a moment. He leans on his umbrella. “I am here no to scare, I am.. wait for.. meet someone. You are not the someone… Why you come to old manor tonight? It is lovely place, has much dust.” He glances over to a nearby dusty shelf.

Pushing herself to her feet, Heather began to dust herself off, taking a few extra breaths to finally calm herself. She eyed the parrot curiously while he talked, taking note of his heavy accent. Made her wonder where he was from-- or how there was a giant, talking parrot right in front of her. But ya know? She’s probably seen weirder things.

Again, his charisma and charm did not go unnoticed. He was so much more... relaxed now. It was almost funny. And she couldn’t help but also feel bad for scaring him. Honestly, she pretty much reacted in the same way; he probably just couldn’t hear it over his own scream. “N-- No, it’s okay! Sorry I... also scared you?”

She eyed the dust as well, patting at her legs selfconsciously once more to make sure she didn’t get any on her pants. “Me? Well, uh... Exploring? Mostly?” She chuckled sheepishly. “I’ve heard some stories about it and wanted to, you know... check it out? Out of curiosity..?” Wow, said out loud, it’s like she was just asking to wander into an old, creepy and probably haunted place, and be scared. “But-but I mean-- Also! For research. You know, old building design, still has old furniture... Though ruined by... dust.” Wow, she hadn’t thought this exploration through.

He gave an airy little chuckle, jumping down from his perch and becoming fully visible as he floated past her.

‘‘Ohh, but it’s dull….how doth the little busy bee improve each shining hour, and gather honey all the day from every opening flower!’’ Cheshire recited, spreading out his paws for a little added drama. He shook his great head, one ear twitching in distaste. ‘‘Dreadful. No bite.’’

With that last word he clacked his teeth shut pointedly, his grin twitching a little wider.

Heather’s eyes widened. Was she dreaming? Did a cat just materialize right in front of her?

She stumbled back as it floated by her, watching in awe as he seemed to drift effortlessly through the air. She had been so entranced that the moment his teeth snapped shut, she flinched at the noise.

She couldn’t help smiling back, sheepishly; mostly out of nerves. This was so... strange was putting it mildly. She should be freaking out right now, but the cat’s calm demeanor made it hard to really feel afraid. “Honestly, I’ve never heard that version before. But I... guess I can agree? It does have it’s own nice message, though.”

Discussing poetry with a grinning, floating cat... Wow, this day couldn’t get any weirder.

She couldn’t help looking at the ground, and then at the cat, the wheels in her head obvious turning as she tried to figure out just... How??