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❝ i’m fine ! i’m perfectly fine ! ❞ — Knuckles to Espio

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ "No you aren't," Espio stated to the black-drenched Echidna, a twinge of concern in his usual stoic facade, but also a hint of scolding in his voice as well, similar to how he spoke to Charmy when he did something foolish and suffered the reasonable repercussions of.

"You shouldn't be trying to dig in such a oil-logged area, you could have drowned." He spoke, noting that the hole he had just drilled into was now completely filled with the polluting fossil fuel.

His   amethyst   eyes   followed   the   line   of   Espio's   sight   to   the   hole,      &&      naturally   he   would   now   observe   the   same   ;         that   hole   was   now   good   as   certain   death.      Regardless   of   the   status   of   his   fur,      it   seemed   now   that   he   really   was   lucky   after   all.

              Seems  Freddy’s  all  for  going  skating  after  everything  that  happened  that  day!  He’s  currently  skating  on  backwards  and  getting  a  few  people  clapping!  The bear wasn’t doing it for a show though, he  was  clearly  just  vibing  but  when  he sees  a  familiar  face  of  his  wolf,  Freddy’s  stopping  his  spinning  and  waving!

@weroyals ( Jeremy Fitzgerald ) ↪ starter call → accepting !!

Harper   knows   that   he   should   not   be   here.      He   is   expressly   forbidden   to   be   here,   actually,      &&      he   is   not   a   troublemaker,   disinclined   to   break   rules   in   any   general   context.      But   there's   things   he   has   to   KNOW,   information   Uncle   Henry   just   isn't   giving   him,      &&      that   means   going   to   find   out   for   himself.      Even   if   he   isn't   supposed   to.

This   place   looks   so   different   from   how   he   remembers   it.      The   animatronics   are   different.      The   people   are   different.      The   decorations,   the   lighting,   even   the   scent      —      all   so   very   different.      It's   getting   late,      &&      they're   about   to   close   up,   parents   making   final   purchases,   kids   clustered   around   asking   why   they   have   to   go.      In   all   this,   he   spots   a   young   man   around   his   own   age,   seemly   just   arriving   as   he   takes   off   his   jacket,   wearing   a   Fazbear   Entertainment   pin   that   betrays   his   status   as   an   employee.

It's   this   young   man   that   Harper   approaches,   fearlessly,   holding   out   his   hand   for   a   shake.      He's   got   to   look      &&      sound   like   he   has   permission   to   be   here   after   hours.      ❝   You're   the   night   security,   aren't   you   ??      I'm   Harper   Emily.   ❞

❝   Jeremy   Fitzgerald.      Night   time   security,      yes,      sir,   ❞            he   answers,      his   voice   clear      &&      his   words   crisp.      He   has   the   manners   of   someone   who   was   brought   up   to   respect   others   regardless   of   caste,      but   also   are   they   those   of   a   young   man   who   would   wish   to   avoid   falling   afoul   of   another,      even      (      or   perhaps   especially      )      unintentionally.      He   meets   Harper's   eyes   unflinchingly.

##LOVEASACHOICE   :      Come   meet   an   indie,   semi   —   selective,   mutuals   only   FNAF   OC   named   Harper   Emily.      A   study   in   finding   the   beginning   in   the   end,   the   meaning   of   unconditional   love,      &&      filing   Michael's   tax   returns.      OC,   crossover,      &&      multi   —   ship   friendly.      Gently   placed   in   front   of   you   with   both   hands   by   Joe.      Please   reblog   to help me meet more pals !!

That's   why   it's   scary,      too.

SACRIFICE AND SELF-MARTYRDOM / @weroyals​ / ACCEPTING !     Take me instead!   — Knuckles

            THEY’D  BEEN  TAKEN  OFF  GUARD.  their  mission  had  been  a  simple  one:  investigate  rumours  of  straggling  SURVIVORS  in  the  city  and  escort  them  to  safety.  they’d  managed  to  do  that  —  but  only  BARELY  and  with  the  help  of  a  few  resistance  troops that  knuckles  insisted  TAG  ALONG.  halfway  in  ,  the  ground  had  SHAKEN  beneath  their  feet  ,  and  before  they  knew  it  the  resistance  had  been  ambushed  by  one  of  the  giant  ,  mass  produced  DEATH  EGG  ROBOTS  still  hanging  around  the  city  ruins.

           the  rest  of  the  forces  had  made  their  retreat  ,  with  sonic  and  knuckles  holding  the  line  just  long  enough  for  them  to  GET  AWAY.  they  were  too  many  people  for  sonic  to  shuttle  to  the  city  outskirts  ,  and  not  all  of  them  could  keep  up  the  pace.              and  it  didn’t  help  ,  that  six  months  of  being  cooped  up  RAN  ITS  TOLL  ,  no  matter  how  sonic  fought  through  it.  minutes  in  ,  and  his  stamina  was  already  giving  way  to  labored  breaths  and  slower  speeds.  knuckles  as  no  better  ,  having  to  PICK  UP  THE   SLACK  where  sonic  ,  for  all  of  his  feats   ,  was  suddenly  failing.

          the  gargantuan  bot  was  slow  ,  but  powerful.  and  with  the  wild  heat  of  its  optic  laser  ,  it  could  level  entire   buildings  in  a  single  blow.  sonic  had  noticed  ,  and  in  a  maneuver  based  solely  on  INSTINCT  ,  scaled  the  nearby  buildings.  if  he  could  just  crash  into  its  head.  get  rid  of  the  laser.  maybe  even  —

                                                                                                    WHAM  !

           a   crashing  of  body  into  dirt  and  rubble.  a  PAINED  CRY  as  the  hedgehog  curled into  a  defensive ball  as  tangle  of  twisted  debris  tore  into  the  side  of  his  leg.  he  shook  his  head  of  the  DAZE  that  blackened   the  edges  of  his  vision.  GRIT  HIS    TEETH  against  the  sudden  shock  of  pain  that  made  his  whole  body  freeze.  

            “—  SONIC!”  he  heard  knuckles   scream  out  from  somewhere  behind  him.  he  blinked.  his  ears  swiveled  to  the  sound  of  mechanical  WHIRRING  as  the  robot  turned.  sonic  struggled  to  his  feet  ,  IGNORING  THE  SHOCK  OF  PAIN  that  danced  up  his  side  with  the  effort.  too   slow.  he  berated  himself  ,  as  a  shadow  overcast  from  high  above  ,  and  —

          THE  BREATH  WAS  KNOCKED  OUT  OF  HIM   as  one    moment  ,   sonic  was  bracing   himself  to  ENDURE  or  RUN   —  and  the  next  he  had  been  HURLED  THROUGH  THE  AIR.  he  crashed  into  a  building  side  and  slid  into  the  concrete  ,  hissing  through  his  teeth  as  he  opened  his  eyes  and  squinted.  a  blur  of  motion  ,  a   red  silhouette.  wait.  WAIT–

            ❝ —  KNUCKLES !   ❞  his  name  tore  through  sonic’s  throat  just   as  the  robot’s  fist  came  CRASHING  DOWN  ,  landing  squarely  on  the  echidna  and  causing  a  CRATER   to  split  the  earth.  bits  of  rubble  and  displaced  grass  fell  from  the  robot’s  arm  as  it  whirled  and  lifted  itself.  but  more  pressingly   —  knuckles  did  not  rise  with  it.            sonic’s  heart  leapt  into  his  throat.  he  grunted  ,  pain  shooting  through  his  leg  and  chest  as  he  struggled  into  a  crouch.  what’re  you   doing  ,  man  ,  GET  UP.   the  death  egg  robot  raised  its  fist  again  ,  crimson  optic  GLEAMING  down  into  the  divot  it  had  made.  still  no  knuckles.  

            as  the  bot’s  hand  came  CRASHING  DOWN  ,  the  battlefield  fell  into  s l o w  m o t i o n.

          in  a  whirlwind  sonic  had   scooped  up  his  friend  from  the  crater  and  skid  to  a  stop  on  the  other  side  ,  just  under  the  robot’s  BLIND  SPOT.  he  shuddered  as  his  legs  wobbled  and  gave  out  from  the  strain  and  the  WEIGHT  of  another  body  ,  and  knelt  in  the  small  reprieve.  ❝  knux?  ❞  he  called  out  ,  but  his  friend’s   head  simply  lolled  to  one  side  ,  propped  up  only  by  the  crook  of  sonic’s  arm.  ❝  this  isn’t  the  time  to  be  passing  out  ,  man.  ❞

         no  response  ,  save  for  the  echidna’s  WHEEZING  as  his  friend’s  chest  rose  and  fell.  his  breaths  came  too  shallow.  

            ❝ …  ❞  a  deep  growl  reverberated  through  the  hedgehog’s  chest.  the  world  went  hazy.  his  ears  RANG.  every  nerve  in  him  jittered.  sonic’s  blood  ran  HOT  ,   boiling  beneath  his  skin.  gloved  fingers  curled  around  the  broad  shoulders  of  his  best  friend  ,  tucking  him  just  a  little  closer  to  his  chest  as  the  robot  stomped  its  massive  feet  and  turned   its  head  towards  them.  the  light  of  its  optic  gleamed  a  BRIGHT  and  CRIMSON  RED.  and  sonic  was  getting  real  damn  tired  of  that  colour.

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‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ Usually, when someone got verbally aggressive like this, they would roll over, and apologise profusely, especially if it was a customer at their work. But this wasn’t a customer, they didn’t have a typical job, and, in fact, they had actually had a really bad day at work prior to coming on a hike to the mountains.