#maaniic

**It’s been a short nine days since this blog started and you all have already graced me with the amazing honor of having 100 lovely people following this train wreck. So it’s time to give you all some much deserved love and appreciation! Below the cut will be a list of all the people who brighten up my day and who I consider to be friends and inspirations to me. If your name doesn’t appear; I’m sorry, but listing all 100 of you would be a bit much. Rest assured that I love you regardless of who’s name is under this cut!

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“Heh hell yeah, im back and stronger than ever....

Please. I’ve seen scarier chao.

“Heh well it looks like my queen has arrived too.”

The tiny hedgehog slowly stumbled his way through the new city he had found-people were friendly, which was nice, but he still avoided speaking with ANYBODY.

After all, who knows who’s pretending and who’s actually just being genuinely nice?

After a lot of stumbling, tripping, and overall still-learning-how-to-walk, Mal bumped into someone else, falling onto his tush. He rubbed his forehead meekly, looking upwards... a lot. He had ran into another hedgehog like himself, but this one was all grown up... and had green quills, almost like his own.

He opened his mouth, but couldn’t find the words for what he wanted to say. instead, he struggled to his feet once more, and gently wrapped his arms around the green hedgehog’s leg, his blue-and-fuchsia eyes glimmering in slight hope.

Seven Minutes in Heaven - Open!

7: Cuddle

Hᴀɴɢɪɴɢ out with Manic was always fun, it was a different experience, and she always enjoyed his company, even when he was encouraging bad or illegal things.

Tᴏᴅᴀʏ, however, she had come up to him because she thought maybe he would know something, or at least, help her find something, about her father. She had no idea who he was, or why he disappeared before she could even meet him.

Sʟᴏᴡʟʏ, Cream approached Manic, giving him her usual friendly smile, but it was now laced with worry and a clearly-empty feeling radiating from her. “Mr. Manic... I don’t mean to be a bother, but I thought, maybe you could help me?” She looked down, before her eyes drifted to meet his. Small tears pricked at her eyes, even though she didn’t want him to see her crying.

“ɪ know I haveta have a dad... An’ I know nothing about him, what he was like, or what he LOOKED like, or anything... But when I ask mama about him, she gets all weird, and nobody else seems to know about him. I was wondering if maybe you did... or if maybe you’d be willing to help me find him?” She wrung her hands together gently, shifting in her spot uncomfortably as he waited for his response.