Name: Skylar Rose The Hedgehog.

((Appearance: Skylar is an energetic and adorable 22-month-old toddler with a mischievous grin. Petite and sturdy, with chubby cheeks and a playful demeanor. Bright Pink fur, just like her Auntie Amy with Red Highlight Quills. Emerald green eyes that sparkle with curiosity and mischief. Short, soft quills that are slightly spiky and fun to touch. Enjoys wearing comfortable and colorful outfits, often with sneakers so she can run around easily.))

((Personality: Skylar is full of energy and loves to play, run, and explore her surroundings. She is very curious and loves to ask questions, even if her vocabulary is still developing. Skylar is very affectionate and loves to cuddle with her Father, Sonic. She is learning to be independent and loves to try new things on her own, even if she sometimes needs help.))

The morning light filter lazily through the cracked in Skylar’s Nursery Room, casting warm beams across the room. The place is as messy as always—shoes scattered about haphazardly, wrapper of chili dogs strewn on the floor, and a faint, salty sea breeze drifting through the small open window. The clutter doesn’t seem to bother Sonic, though. This is her home, her sanctuary, where She can drop everything after a chaotic day and just unwind.

The couch that serves as her Crib is barely recognizable as a place to sleep. The blanket is half-draped over the back of the cushion, and Alyssa (an 22 Month old Toddler Hedgehog) is sprawled across it like She’s got no intention of ever moving. Her usually fluffy quills are flattened, sticking out in odd angle, a stark contrast to her typical Messy look. Her fur, too, is a mess—tangled and wild, showing no sign of the meticulous hedgehog he usually is when She’s out on an adventure.

The room is still, save for the soft sound of his steady breathing. She's in a deep in sleep, snoring lightly, her Little chest rising and falling in the calm rhythm of someone enjoying a rare, uninterrupted rest. It’s the kind of peace She doesn’t get often, with her busy life filled with constant movement, action, and chaos. But in the quiet morning light, Skylar was just a Toddler, trying to catch up on sleep after another round of saving the day—or more likely, running away from trouble.

The silence stretches on as Sonic The Hedgehog stand in the doorway of the shack, arms crossed and watching his daughter’s peaceful form on the Nursery Room seemed so unlike her—vulnerable and relaxed, totally unaware of anything around him. He could stand there all day watching her sleep, but he know breakfast isn’t going to wait forever. She’ve seen this before, the way She stayed in the Crib as long as possible, delaying the inevitable until someone pulled her out of it.

With a small sigh, Sonic push off the doorframe and step forward, his boots lightly tapping the wooden floor. Skylar doesn’t stir, still lost in her slumber. He take another step, the soft creak of the floor underfoot betraying his approach. Then, with a casual smirk, he called out to her.

“Hey, Sweetie. Breakfast’s ready. You’re not gonna sleep through it, are you?” he Announced, crossing his arms with a smirk.

The Toddler doesn’t move at first, but after a moment, a Quiet cry escaped her, followed by a muffled grunt. Her eyes shift slightly beneath her eyelids, but She doesn’t wake up. Instead, her quills twitch and he Mumbled something unintelligible into the pillow beneath her head.

She groaned again, and then, with no real urgency, flopped onto her side, pulling the blanket over her head as though She can block the world out entirely. The sheet rustle as he stretched lazily, kicking one foot off the side of the Crib. The baby seemed to be stalling, not in any rush to wake up or do anything remotely active.