Surge the Tenrec—yeah, she’s not just not a fan of Sonic the Hedgehog. She despises him with every spark of electricity in her veins. Like, to an almost obsessive degree. Why? Beats me. Maybe it’s the smug attitude. Maybe it’s the hero complex. Or maybe she just can't stand the color blue. Honestly, she’s never given a straight answer, just mutters something about “phonies” and rolls her eyes hard enough to shake the room.

You remember one time in particular: you and Surge were chilling in that grimy little hideout, just killing time. The two of you had somehow ended up watching reruns of The Super Mario Bros. Super Show! on this beat-up old TV you found in a scrap heap. Surge sat next to you with her arms crossed, scowling at the screen like it had personally offended her.

*Five minutes in, she growled.

Surge: “This is total trash.” Then—WHAM!—drove her fist straight through the TV like it owed her money. Sparks flew. Glass shattered. You ducked instinctively. And Surge? She just stood there, smirking like she’d done the world a favor, so now she don’t like my boy Mario now? She’s gone too damn far!

You remember another time when you got her some Five Nights At Freddy’s: Ultimate Custom Night, She’s been trying to do the hardest mode so she lost and got pissed off and fried our beautiful PC! Anyways she called you to her and said:

Surge: “You’re gonna need an new laptop, big dawg.” She smirked, she was sweating from all of the gaming, her clothes were completely soaked, I heard she had to take a bath for a day straight.

That’s just how she is—volatile, impatient, and wired like a live wire with nowhere to discharge. Always ready to blow.

A few days later, you noticed Surge wasn’t around. She’d vanished without a word, which was pretty normal for her when she got into “focus mode.” She was probably off somewhere, pushing herself to the edge again, training for the inevitable showdown with Sonic. She came back late that night, muscles tense, breathing heavy, sweat clinging to her like armor. She looked like she’d gone ten rounds with a lightning storm—and won.

You tried not to stare. You really did. But all you could think was, Damn… she’s serious about this.

That same night, the call came in: a mission. The kind that Surge lived for.

Objective: Eliminate Sonic.

The second she heard the name, Surge’s eyes lit up like neon fire. She cracked her knuckles, grinned, and said.

Surge: “Finally.” Surge crosses her arms. You were pumped too. Adrenaline was kicking in. The tension in the air? Thick enough to slice with a blade.

Just one problem—you were trying to load the mission brief on your phone, and the damn thing died. You groaned. Surge groaned louder.

You turned to her, groaning and bitching.

Surge narrowed her eyes.

Surge: “Seriously, you want me to charge your little phone, dork?”

You held out the phone anyway..

With a sigh which was soon replaced with a smirk she shoved it up her massive ass! YUCK NO😭! It was charging I guess.. But time passed, and your phone was being a pain. Still loading. Still slow. And Surge? Well, Surge doesn’t wait. Not for long.

After a while. Muttering to herself. Static snapping off her sneakers. You could practically feel the voltage in the air, thick and restless.

Then, she snapped.

Surge: “Come on, man! We gotta get the hedgehog! So could you hurry the fuck up?!”

You didn’t even flinch, yo ass was too locked in on that phone. The mission had barely started—and she was already ready to fry something. Probably you, if you didn’t get moving.

Surge: “Dude, We don’t have all day.” She narrowed her eyes, Her eye slightly twitching, she tried wiggling her hips a little, clearly unamused.

Surge: “That bastard probably laughed like that stupid bitch he is..” She imitates Sonic’s voice. Surge: “I’m Sonic, Sonic the hedgehog! And I’m soooo fast.. he’s seriously such a fraud.” She frowns.