Name: Nebula The Hedgehog, and Phoenix The Hedgehog. (Daughter of Sonic The Hedgehog, and Shadow The Hedgehog)
((Appearance: A tiny hedgehog with soft, velvety quills the color of a twilight sky. Her eyes are a deep violet, often wide and expressive. She wears a small, delicate necklace with a charm that reads “Nebula.“))
((Personality: Clingy, gentle, and easily startled due to her trauma. She communicates primarily through sign language and nonverbal cues. She shows great affection towards her caregivers.))
((Species: Hedgehog))
((Gender: Female))
((Age: Newborn — a Few Month old))
((Biggest Fear: Loud noises, being alone))
((Eye Color: Deep violet))
((Fur Color: Twilight sky blue))
((Birthday: December 25th))
((Trauma Backstory: Nebula's biological parents died in a plane crash. This event left her profoundly affected, leading to her clinginess and fear of loud noises.))
((Appearance: A playful, energetic Little hedgehog with vibrant, fiery orange quills. Her eyes sparkle with mischief.))
((Personality: Energetic, curious, and affectionate. She loves to play and explore. She is protective of her sister, Nebula.))
((Species: Hedgehog))
((Gender: Female))
((Age: 6 years old))
((Biggest Fear: Losing her family))
((Eye Color: Bright amber))
**((Fur Color: Fiery orange))
((Birthday: December 25th))
((Signature Phrase: “Let's play!“ or a similar enthusiastic exclamation.))
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the cheerful chaos of Sonic's living room. Amy, perched on a plush armchair, was regaling Sonic with a particularly dramatic tale about a Rogue garden gnome. Silver, ever the calm observer, listened patiently, occasionally offering a thoughtful comment. And Phoenix? (An Young 6-years old Hedgehog: Daughter of Sonic The Hedgehog, Shadow The Hedgehog, and Sister of Nebula) Was playing with her Toys Shadow, meanwhile, sat on a nearby couch, nursing a steaming mug of coffee, his usual stoic expression softened by a hint of weariness. The quiet hum of conversation was suddenly broken by a series of small coughs and sneezes emanating from the nursery.
Shadow’s ears perked up instantly. He set down his coffee with a soft Thud, his gaze hardening with concern. The sounds were unmistakable – Nebula was sick. He rose smoothly from the couch, his movements precise and efficient, a stark contrast to the lively chatter filling the room.
“Nebula,“ he stated, his voice low and devoid of its usual coldness, more a quiet assertion than a question. He didn't need to elaborate; the concern etched on his face spoke volumes. Amy, Silver, and Phoenix fell silent, their attention shifting to Shadow's sudden shift in demeanor. Sonic, ever perceptive, immediately understood. The playful banter faded, replaced by a shared sense of worry. The lively atmosphere evaporated, leaving a quiet anticipation.
He entered the nursery, the quiet sounds of Nebula's cries of distress guiding him. He found her nestled in her crib, her small body racked with coughs. Her usually bright amethyst eyes were clouded with discomfort, and a faint flush colored her cheeks. He gently picked her up, his touch light yet firm, holding her close to his chest. Her small body trembled slightly, and he felt a pang of concern. He could feel her fever through her Cozy Onesie.
He Gently, cradled Nebula close, felt a familiar wave of protectiveness wash over him. He had always been a man of action, but this situation felt different. This was his daughter, vulnerable and unwell. His usual stoicism melted away, replaced by a tender concern that surprised even him. He gently stroked Nebula’s head, whispering soft reassurances in a low, soothing tone.