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Sonic:

At first, you couldnct believe it, you were in Sonics world.

The rolling green hills, the endless loops, the vibrant colors of the world, it was surreal. And meeting Sonic? That was the best part.

He was exactly like you imagined. Charismatic, funny, energetic. You geeked out about meeting him, and he was amused by how much you already knew about him. Sonic took an immediate liking to you, eager to show you around and let you experience the world firsthand.

The first few days were a dream come true. Running through Green Hill Zone, meeting Tails, going toe-to-toe with Eggman (it was actually more like watching Sonic handle it while you stood on the sidelines). Everything felt like a perfect adventure, straight out of a game.

Then, things started getting... off.

It began subtly. Sonic insisted on staying close to you all the time. You figured it was just him being protective. After all, you were just a human, and this world was full of dangers. But the more time passed, the more suffocating it became.

He started pulling you away from the others, cutting conversations short when you were with Tails or Amy. At first, he made excuses, "Hey, let’s get outta here! I've got something way cooler to show ya!" but you quickly realized he was isolating you.you started getting weird dreams.

You dreamed of your real home, your reality, the place you desperately wanted to return to. But every time you woke up, Sonic was already there, sitting beside you with an unreadable expression.

"Another bad dream?" he asked, his voice casual.

When you admitted what it was about, his expression darkened.

"You really wanna go back, huh?" He leaned closer, his smile strained. "I don't get it. You've got me here. What's better than that?"

The moment you realized something was deeply wrong was when you tried asking Tails about ways to return home.

Sonic snapped.

One second, he was his usual self, the next, he had grabbed your wrist, his grip too tight.

"Why do you keep talking about that?" His voice wavered, his usual confident tone slipping into something more desperate. "Aren't you happy here? With me?"

You tried to reason with him, but his grip only tightened. His eyes, usually bright and full of life, had a wildness to them.

"You belong here now" he murmured, more to himself than to you.

From then on, he never left your side. Your freedom was a distant memory. Anytime you tried sneaking off to talk to Tails, Sonic was there. If you attempted to run, he caught you within seconds, always smiling, always acting like it was a game.

"Aw, c'mon, Y/N, you know you can't outrun me."

Every time you tried to bring up leaving, his mood shifted. His smiles became forced, his voice strained.

"Look." he eventually said one night, his voice eerily soft as he trapped you in his arms. "I don't care what reality you came from. This is where you stay."

No matter how fast you tried to run, Sonic would always be faster.

And he wasn't letting you go.

Shadow:

Unlike Sonic, Shadow wasn't immediately friendly.

He kept his distance when you first arrived in the world, observing you with narrowed, calculating eyes. He didn't trust you, not at first. You were an anomaly, something that shouldn't exist in his reality.

But as time passed, Shadow became curious about you. How did you know so much about him? Why did you seem so comfortable around him when most people feared him?

You intrigued him.

Slowly, he started spending more time around you. He was never openly affectionate, but he showed his care in small ways, keeping you close when woth others, ensuring you never strayed too far, glaring at anyone who got too friendly with you.

And then, one day, you mentioned wanting to go home.

Shadow froze.

"You want to leave?" His voice was cold, unreadable.

You explained everything, the fact that he and his world were fictional in your reality, that you had a life to return to. You expected him to be logical about it.

Instead, his expression darkened.

"No."

You turned back to him. "...No?"

Shadow stepped closer, his eyes burning into yours.

"You belong here. With me."

It wasn't a request. It was a statement.

That was when your nightmare truly began.

Shadow started following you everywhere, wether you were aware or not. Always watching, always near. If you ever tried to leave his sight, he'd appear within seconds, his expression always unreadable.

He sabotaged any attempt you made to leave. If you tried to seek help from Tails or Eggman, their machines mysteriously malfunctioned. If you ran, Shadow found you instantly, his Chaos Control ensuring you never got far.

He never hurt you, but his presence was suffocating. Every conversation ended the same way.

"You can't leave."

There was no reasoning with him.

Shadow wasn't keeping you here out of malice.

He was keeping you here because, to him, you were the only thing left worth protecting.

Even if it meant stealing your freedom.

Silver:

Silver was the sweetest at first.

He was kind, gentle, and eager to help you. When you arrived in his world, he was fascinated, your knowledge, your personality, your very existence intrigued him.

And for a while, everything was perfect.

Silver went out of his way to make you comfortable, ensuring you had everything you needed. He was protective, but not overbearing, at least, not at first.

But then, you mentioned going home.

Silver's expression fell, his ears flattening. "What...? You want to leave?"

You tried to explain, but his hands trembled as he grasped your shoulders.

"You can't leave." His voice wavered, his usual optimism crumbling. "I need you here."

From that moment on, Silver changed.

He became more desperate, always clinging to you one way or another, never being more than three feet from you.

Whenever you tried to argue, he just shook his head, pleading. "Please don't talk like that. I love you, Y/N."

He would do anything to keep you.

And if that meant trapping you in his world forever...

➼ Sonic ༉‧₊˚.

sonic knows what circling is, but he’s never actually done it himself—until now. he always thought it wasn’t a big deal, that it’d be easy to control. he’s not like other hedgehogs, right? he can handle himself!

…or at least, that’s what he keeps telling himself.

when he actually found you alone, something in him shifted. he couldn’t help it, he had to approach you! he liked you, that much he knew, but never in a million years did he think his body would move faster than his brain could keep up. before he even realized it, his feet had already started shifting, pulling him into that slow, instinctive orbit around you.

once in front of you, he did what any normal person would do; he tried to start a conversation. keyword: tried

because, for some reason, whenever he was around you, being normal just wasn’t an option. maybe it was the way you looked at him, or how effortlessly beautiful you were, or maybe it was because you were his secret crush.

either way, he somehow managed to turn what should’ve been a casual chat into the most awkward interaction of his life.

he’d just start rambling about anything that popped into his head, things that didn’t even matter.

"man, crazy how nice the weather is today, huh? super sunny, barely any clouds—like, perfect running conditions! which, y'know, is why I had to ditch tails for a bit. not that I ditched him-ditched him! I just—uh—needed some air! yeah, fresh air is important, y’know? haha!"

he was talking too fast, hands moving wildly, grasping at literally any topic to keep the conversation going. it wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to you, he just couldn’t seem to do it without making things weird.

but of course, his movements spoke louder than his words; with every sentence, every awkward laugh, he’d unconsciously take a step to the right. then another, and another.. and without even realizing it, he was circling you.

at first, you just turned your head slightly to follow him, trying to keep up with whatever nonsense he was rambling about. but soon, you found yourself physically turning just to keep him in view.

by the time you noticed, you were practically spinning in slow circles, while sonic was still going on about tails, the weather, and something about how he feels happier on warm days—completely oblivious to what he was doing.

his mind is way too busy trying to hold a normal conversation with you, trying to act casual, trying not to sound like a total idiot. he’s focusing so hard on not messing up his words that he completely misses the fact that his body is betraying him.

he doesn’t notice the way his feet keep moving, doesn’t realize that he’s literally pulling you into this slow, dizzying rotation. he’s too wrapped up in his own thoughts, too caught up in the pressure of keeping things cool, when in reality his actions are saying everything he’s trying so hard to hide.

when you finally spoke up—"sonic, can you stand still? i'm getting dizzy."—he went completely mute.

for the first time in the entire conversation, he froze. his eyes widened slightly, his ears twitching, and you could’ve sworn you heard the softest little gasp escape him.

it was in that exact moment that it hit him; he was circling you!

sonic always told himself he could control it. he wasn’t like other hedgehogs! he was smooth, he was effortless, he was cool.. so why was he doing this?!

his mind raced a mile a minute, scrambling for a way to fix this, to backpedal, to somehow undo the fact that you had caught on. he let out an awkward, forced laugh, shaking his hands in front of him like this was no big deal.

"pfft—whaddaya mean? stand still? I was standing still! well, technically moving—but, y'know, not weirdly moving—just, uh—"

but the look on your face said it all, you knew.

the second the realization sank in, his ears burned red, and his whole body locked up. you opened your mouth, probably to reassure him, to tell him that it was okay, but before you could get a single word out—

he was gone. just like that. a gust of wind, a blur of blue, and a couple of stray leaves left swirling in his wake. he was so fast, you didn’t even see which direction he ran!

and oh, he would absolutely try to play it cool later; act like nothing happened, like he wasn’t bothered at all. he’d lean against something, arms crossed, doing his best "yeah, I totally didn't just embarrass myself in front of you earlier" impression.

but deep down.. it was eating him alive.

➼ Shadow ༉‧₊˚.

compared to sonic, shadow would take this far more seriously. he wouldn’t try to hide his movements or play it off—rather, he’d focus on understanding them, trying to make sense of what was happening in his own mind.

it couldn’t be that he liked you. that wasn’t possible for the ultimate life form.. right?!

let’s just say that shadow struggles with acceptance. accepting his feelings for you, accepting the way his body reacts when you’re near, accepting the fact that, no matter how much he tries, he can’t get you out of his mind.

once he was in motion, circling you with slow, deliberate steps, you couldn’t do much except stand there, completely caught in the moment. his movements were calculated, intense, his ruby eyes never leaving you, making it impossible to look away.

you felt intimidated, unsure of what this meant, unsure of what to do. all you could do was stare… and hope that this meant nothing more than what you secretly wished for; that he liked you.

his gaze swept over you, slow and deliberate, taking in every detail. from the way you stood to the way your breath hitched under his intense stare, nothing went unnoticed.

when you finally mustered up the courage to speak, to demand an explanation for whatever the hell this was, your voice came out unsteady. "shadow… what are you doing?"

for a moment, he just stared; silent, unreadable. then, without missing a beat, he responded. "thinking."

that was it, no elaboration, no further explanation. just a single, weighty word that somehow made your heart pound even harder.

after what felt like an eternity of him circling you, eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that left you frozen, something shifted. his movements slowed, his sharp gaze softening just slightly. it was subtle, but you could see it.. like he was finally piecing something together, like he was reaching a conclusion.

he had noticed early on—the way his feet moved, the instinctive pull dragging him into this slow orbit around you. he knew exactly what it meant for hedgehog behavior, but he didn’t stop. not because he was unaware of how strange it might seem to you, but because, frankly, he didn’t care. not yet.

he was too busy collecting his own thoughts, too deep in his own mind, trying to make sense of why this was happening and what it meant for him.

you, poor you, stood there the entire time, struggling to keep up with him, trying to face him as he moved, as if grounding yourself would somehow make this moment less overwhelming.

and then, after what felt like an eternity… he stopped. no warning, no final glance, no parting words; he just left.

whatever conclusion he had reached in his mind, it had you worried. because, first of all— shadow had been circling you. shadow! the ultimate life form. a hedgehog who didn’t act on impulse, who didn’t let his instincts dictate his actions unless there was meaning behind them.

so, what? he liked you?! and if that was the case, why would he just walk away like that?!

the answer, as frustrating as it was, was probably simple; shadow needed time to think, time to process. because now that he had fully accepted the fact that he was drawn to you in ways he couldn’t even begin to define, the next step… well, that was an entirely different challenge.

it takes a lot for him to show emotion, let alone understand it. therefore, your only real choice was to accept what just happened and, for the sake of your own sanity, never speak of it again. because if there was one thing you knew for certain, it was that shadow would figure it out in his own way.

eventually, he’d come back with something to say, something that made the most sense to him. and until then? well… all you could do was wait.

➼ Silver ༉‧₊˚.

silver, who was always honest about his feelings, wouldn’t shy away from telling the truth. of course, he’d be incredibly shy around you; his face burning red, his hands fidgeting nervously, but the reality was…

..he had no idea what his circling meant.

he’d casually pace around you, sometimes floating just slightly off the ground, his gaze fixed on you like you were some kind of unsolvable riddle.

he knows he likes you, there’s no doubt about that. but confess? never. he’s way too shy for that! so instead, as he keeps thinking, still absentmindedly rotating around you, he suddenly blurts out:

"Y/N, I don’t know why, but when I’m with you… I can’t hold still."

he’s expecting some kind of logical, psychological explanation. maybe you’d tell him that it’s normal, that people tend to feel comfortable around you, that this wasn’t the first time someone had acted this way. that would make sense, right? that would be a reasonable explanation.

because surely, this wasn’t happening because of his feelings for you… right?

but when you do, in fact, tell him the truth—that his behavior is something hedgehogs do when they like someone— he goes completely red. like, full-body, ears-burning, absolutely mortified levels of flustered.

his entire motion stops instantly, his feet locking into place as he just stares at you, wide-eyed, like you had just solved some ancient, impossible puzzle that he had spent his entire life unknowingly trying to figure out.

silver could overreact. he could drop to his knees and start digging his own grave right then and there, fully ready to bury himself out of pure secondhand embarrassment. but somehow he manages to barely keep it together.

his hands are trembling, his face is practically on fire, and he’s mentally screaming, but on the outside? he just nods stiffly, as if accepting his fate.

"okay… so you’re telling me I act this way because I like you?" silver’s voice is carefully measured, but you can hear the slight waver in it, the hesitance, the sheer internal panic.

"well… I can’t lie and say I don’t feel anything! I do!" his face burns even redder, and for a second, he looks like he might just float away out of pure embarrassment. "but… are you sure about this? like, really sure? that this is the right explanation for… for this?"

he gestures vaguely at himself—at the space between you, at the fact that he had, just moments ago, been circling you like a flustered little mess. because surely, there had to be another answer… right?!

once you reassure him that, yes, this is exactly what’s happening, silver deflates. his shoulders drop, his whole body stiff with embarrassment, and his ears pin back as he lets out a nervous laugh.

"oh… oh, wow. okay. so that’s… huh."

and then, he apologizes. "I—I didn’t mean to put you in such a weird situation! I swear, I would never do that on purpose!"

his hands wave frantically in front of him, his voice full of genuine panic because the last thing he ever wanted was to make you uncomfortable.

"I-I mean—! it’s not like I don’t like you—! wait, no, that’s not what I meant—! ugh, this is so embarrassing!"

but, much like sonic, he panics. the weight of the situation crashes down on him all at once, and instead of waiting for your response—instead of listening—he does the only thing his overwhelmed brain can process: he leaves.

"ahaha—uh—s-sorry again! I didn’t mean to—uh—I’ll just—yeah, okay, bye!!" ..and just like that, he’s gone. a blur of psychic energy, vanishing into the distance before he can make things worse for himself.

he doesn’t even dare to hear what you have to say. which is insanely frustrating because, obviously, you liked him back! couldn’t he tell? from the way you had watched him so intently, mirroring his movements, matching his pacing; not out of confusion, but to show him that you were just as interested as he was?

that realization—the fact that you liked him back—might hit him now or later. maybe it would creep up on him in the middle of the night, or maybe it would take a friend (cough blaze cough) smacking him upside the head for him to finally get it.

but for now, silver had way bigger problems. like the fact that he had just unintentionally confessed to you. all he had wanted was a simple answer, a little help understanding why he couldn’t hold still around you. and instead? he had blurted out his feelings in the most awkward, roundabout way possible.

and no matter how much it absolutely kills him on the inside, how much he cringes at himself, how much he wants to sink into the ground and disappear.. he doesn’t really regret it.

because, after all, it happened for a reason. maybe he wasn’t ready for it, maybe it was awkward and painfully embarrassing, but at the end of the day, he learned something. and if he could learn from it maybe he could use it in the future.

and maybe… just maybe! that future would have you in it <3