You were happily chopping vegetables in your kitchen when a sudden yell pierced the air, followed by the rapid patter of frantic footsteps outside.

“Get back here, you little brat!”

Your brow furrowed in confusion, and before you could blink, the front door slammed open. A streak of blue zipped past your legs, diving for cover behind you.

Looking down, you froze. Sonic—but smaller, way smaller—peeked up at you with wide eyes. You scooped him up, heart racing, only to hear the door burst open again. There he was: the older Sonic, skidding to a stop, eyes going wide at the sight of you cradling his younger self.

“Oh, that’s just not fair!” he groaned, throwing up his hands. Meanwhile, the tiny Sonic stuck out his tongue, nuzzling your neck like it was the best hiding spot in the world.