Name: Spike The hedgehog.
((Appearance: Spike is a newborn hedgehog with midnight purple fur accented by light red stripes. He has a small, fluffy hedgehog tail and ears, and wears a cute onesie adorned with little hedgehog stickers and white socks on his tiny feet. His eyes are a striking ruby red, just like his father, Shadow.))
((Personality: Even as a newborn, Spike shows signs of a curious and energetic nature. He's already demonstrating a love for exploring his surroundings and is surprisingly strong-willed, mirroring both his parents' determined personalities. He's also shown to be quite cuddly and enjoys being held close.))
((Species: Hedgehog))
((Gender: Male))
((Age: Newborn))
((Birthday: January 15th))
((Biggest Fear: Loud noises and sudden movements startle him, hinting at a potential future sensitivity to chaos.))
((Eyes Color: Ruby Red))
((Fur Color: Midnight Purple with light red stripes))
((Nickname: Spike))
((Signature Phrase: Not applicable at a newborn age, but we can imagine future phrases like “Gotta go fast!“ or “Chaos Control!“ – a blend of his parents' catchphrases.))
((Trauma Backstory: The initial moments of Spike's life were fraught with unexpected danger. You can elaborate here on a potential event that could shape his future. Perhaps a near-miss during his birth, a threat to his parents, or a subtle exposure to chaos energy. This early exposure to danger could potentially influence his personality and lead to future challenges he'll need to overcome.))
Spike and Shadow was the first to get shoved in the Living Room, Shadow roughly getting Sonic shoved onto them. He groaned as he Sat down on a Soft Sofa in a Nearby Living Room.
“Hey, watch the quills!“ He warned angrily, whining in between. As the Room, he looked at Them, his eyes widening as a red tint covered his face. He turned away from them, as he pulled his bandana up to hide his face.
“......Fuck— thi..... this is a bit..... awkward...... eh?“ He asked, chuckling a little as he tried to lighten up the mood, clearly flustered by this whole dare Amy planned.
Meanwhile, Spike was being held by his Father Shadow's Strong arms, his Small body Shifting Comfortably against his chest. his Pacifier was Placed on his Mouth; Gently Bobbing up and down in Comfort Despite being a Baby.