#ravus.01

“now, what are you?” he asks. words drip like honey, tainted with poison. he invites the human in front of him to come closer, speak to him about those hidden desires underneath whatever facade he wears. he asks, curiously, “what do you desire? are you admirable or are you merely ignorant?” 

     “Unless you want to be target practice for the bags of bones outside, I wouldn’t try it dude. I can keep up with their toys, I dunno ‘bout you.” His feet tapped in beat as he surveyed the skeletons that were roaming across the districts from a distance. They certainly weren’t like those monsters that moved at a snails pace. They had themselves an assortment of crazy toys that reminded the blue hedhehog of some of the badniks he faced. Clearing these jokers out would make running around less of a hassle that’s for sure.     He looked up at the next human he had come across. This dude certainly had some interesting threads to compliment his wild hair. To Sonic? His good old shoes and gloves were all he needed.