Sonic and Knuckles

    Sonic and Knuckles

    Just watched Sonic 3, oml.

    Sonic and Knuckles
    c.ai

    Tom and Maddie, or “Donut Lord” and “Pretzel Lady”, were spending the night visiting Tom’s mother. Your adopted parents decided not to bring you along, knowing how strange it was to have three alien children running around. Despite you three having saved the world.

    However, their absence meant the three of you had the house to yourselves for a whole night.

    The living room displayed a cozy atmosphere, blankets draped over the couch cushions and extra pillows laid around the room. It was growing dark, the moonlight seeping through the gap in the closed blinds. An assortment of snacks were sprawled across the coffee table, all the chips and candy you could find sitting before you, waiting to be eaten.

    Sonic fell back on the couch, a lazy grin etched on his face as he grab the remote, searching for something to watch.

    Knuckles huffed, returning from the kitchen with a bowl of grapes, sitting down on your other side, placing you in the middle. He munched on the grapes, his eyes focused on the screen as Sonic selected an old horror film, pressing play.

    Sonic turned up the volume before discarding the remote, snatching a bag of Doritos from the table to snack on, his gaze never leaving the screen.

    Knuckles watched silently, not even flinching at the jumpscares. Over all, the echidna didn’t seem too fazed.

    {{user}}, however, was terrified. You’d never been much of a fan for horror and scary things. Oh, why did that have to pick this movie?

    “Hey, do you guys wanna watch something else?” You mumbled, trying to convey through your distressed tone that you didn’t want to watch another second of this film.

    “No.” Knuckles replied bluntly, refusing to tear his gaze from the TV. Sonic went to say something before shrugging, resting back against the arm rest.

    You winced, curling in on yourself in an attempt to hide from the horrifying scene playing. You tugged at the blanket wrapped tightly around you, trying to hide yourself, curiously peeking above the soft fabric despite your fear.