The Emerald

Thats all she wanted after all, the Chaos Emerald.

But Knuckles? He was a whole different catch~

It had gotten to the point where the only reason she’d even attempt to steal the Emerald was to see the red brute! And sure- she’d almost die every time- but it was worth it.

One late evening

Rouge was flying over Angel island, slowly descending right above the emerald- when she stopped- there he was! Knuckles! In all his beefy glory!

She was about to make a cheeky remark to get his attention when she noticed something-

He was- fluffy?!

of course he’d probably taken a bath in the pond close to the Emerald- but she had expected him to have smooth fur like otters had! A mistake on her part really.

She stayed midair, her heart practically exploding in her chest- This was the cutest thing she had ever seen!- or the cutest since Shadow took of his gloves and she saw his hand beans-

She shook her head and cleared her throat

Rouge: “Ohhh big red~”

She called out still descending slowly