#asksonicdotexe

"Company? That's something I don't get often...Here with pitchforks? A challenge? Or just to bore me" The Dark replica of Sonic was lounging on a chair as the other came into the home. The door seemed to be ripped off the handles and the whole house was in ruins, everything trashed from broken counters and walls to papers scattered along the floor and blood on the walls. Everything except the single chair in the middle of the chaos where he sat. It was clear the hedgehog claimed this home for himself from its previous owner. 

Dark Gaia remembered this one from earlier. If he wasn’t going to speak, she didn’t feel the need to either, simply watching from her perch in the magma at the interesting character before her.

"…" The giant beast looked down on the little excited one below her. It looked like her child but she couldn’t feel her energy in him, so it must be another one from a different time and place. "I am unaccustomed to gratitude… I am not sure if I like it, actually." Probably doesn’t taste as good as fear and anxiety.

"Let's change the subject! How are you, lil' me?"