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dont remind me of this art please I am begging u.

@rosehammcr​ || Prompt

15: humming / singing them to sleep 

     Everyone had fears, obviously. It wasn’t a fact that anyone could debunk, someone was scared of something. But why did his have to be so irrational!? Of all of the things he found fear in, the biggest had to be one of the few that couldn’t hurt him in the slightest, this fact screaming in his mind’s furthest recesses whenever it rose. The child owned a critical mind, every movement made with a reason... only to have an utterly illogical phobia. Thunder. Not pouring rain, not whipping wind, not even the lightning itself! It was the noise that petrified him to no end. Another sky-splitting crack to the outside world, hands responding to emergency alarms blaring about his body, dragging it all down with a violent flinch. What a coward.

     Then, his folded ears honed in on the voice of his sister, not the internal berating being delivered. Not the crashing thunder threatening to break the window down and gobble him up, he supposed. It was Amy’s voice flooding his head, and what a soothing voice that was. Her tune didn’t falter after a flicker against the window sounded the trumpets for another boom. The pillow Tails was using as a muffler had been repurposed into its proper intention, and a sheet had been wrapped around him gently, tucked in and accompanied until the storm’s end.

The midday sun was at the jackal’s back, his attention focused in on the data pad clutched in his clawed hands. Tapping away at the device as he entered information about the building he stood in front of and sent it off to the doctor. The majority of information related to the dilapidated place being location and original purpose. Yet he wasn’t so focused in on his work that he missed the sound of boot heels clicking against the ground at full tilt in his direction. It was far too loud and distracting to go unnoticed by anyone, really.

Glancing over his left shoulder, the jackal side stepped her incoming hammer swing by mere centimeters. The impact the weapon made against the wall he was placed in front of knocking several bricks loose and splintering what was left. Her strength would never really cease to amaze him.

   All he wanted to do was greet his friends, share some snacks, and get ready for to get out on the road, now he was just staring dumb founded from his bunk as Eggman himself, his arch nemesis and enemy... was exchanging tarots with Amy and looking all packed and ready to go for this trip too.

   Finally, he breaks out of his stupor when it clicks.

❝ If you're ever lonely, then stop!                     You don't have to be.

amy goes from 0 to 100 so fast im sorry fjkhKf

Sonic hadn’t even registered that Chaos Control into the area; it’s energy signature vastly different than most chaos energy he was used to, almost as if something had been masking the signature.

So, the boot to the back of his head knocked him through a few nearby trees, and caused him to tumble along the dirt before landing hard on his backside.

The wind knocked out of him, momentarily, he coughed and hacked while slowly rising to his feet.

What the hell was this; this Sonic walking towards him from the treeline he’d just slightly destroyed?!

Some, freaky version of himself, but older looking? Taller?? A scar on his chest–

“Hey! What’s your problem?!”

Kendall had watched as the other Sonic didn’t even try to dodge, before being blown through some nearby trees. For a second, he thought that maybe he’d been too harsh: but the thoughts of Amy crying horribly, Knuckles getting attacked for no reason, Shadow losing an eye, snuffed out those feelings of guilt.

Briskly, Kendall walked after where the other had crashed through the trees, and saw him coughing on his backside before he righted himself. Just looking at that expression of his: so angry, so filled with dislike -- it caused Kendall to pause.

To pause, because he could tell in an instant what those bystanders had meant: this punk was not safe to be near.

“Hey! What’s your problem?!”

“My problem, you little punk, is your shitty attitude towards my friends.” Kendall rolled his shoulder a bit, then got into a stance, a smirk crossing his expression. His right hand lifted, gloved hand motioning for the other to come forward,

classic amy, immediately: 👀