Apr 15, 2016
"Get the fuck out of my boyfriend's inbox. Out. Before I fucking throw you out myself."
“C’mon Shads, let’s just ditch this shades-wearing jerkwad and watch a movie or somethin’. They’re not worth our time.”
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"Get the fuck out of my boyfriend's inbox. Out. Before I fucking throw you out myself."
“C’mon Shads, let’s just ditch this shades-wearing jerkwad and watch a movie or somethin’. They’re not worth our time.”
"Look out for that car!"
Hedgehogs and tarmac, eternally pressed together in the kind of passionate embrace that may remind you of the tragic end of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. This is how they will be remembered, not with a bang but with a squelchy whimper.
"Holy shit! I may not know much about human anatomy, but legs don't bend that way!"
[*hedgehog anatomy so nobody else can say it]
"QUIT YOUR SMARTASS QUIPS AND TAKE ME TO THE HOSPITAL."
"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"
[FINALLY DOING THESE, I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO THEM BUT MUSE ISSUES KAY HERE WE GO]
His head was pounding, everything, from the booming background noise that probably wasn't all that loud to anyone else to the insistent tinnitus stinging his ears, to the desperate pleas from his companion was just loud, loud, loud. He barely managed to crack open his eyes, trying to focus on the individual before him.
"Sh.. Shad--" He rasped, trying to assure the black hedgehog that he was fine. Even if he wasn't. He just didn't want to worry anyone.
Sonic tried to sit up, but fell back with a strangled noise of pain.
Suddenly very, very aware of the awful-terrible-painful burning sensation in his midsection, he noticed something pointing up from his waist, above his hips, a little to the side. Something sharp, coloured with slick, sticky red.
It took him a few seconds to process the fact that in order for it to be poking through like that, it had to be inside him. And that meant...
"O-Oh...oops?"
You. Are. Dead.
...ghehehehe
Watch your back, Sonic. You might yourself in a sticky situation tonight and you're not going to like it.
-can't stop snickering, whoopsie-
b-b-but it's so funny--
ANON GET YOUR GRAY ASS HERE, YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD
HAHAHAHAOOOHMY GOD YOU ARE REN
OH MY GOD
OHMYGOD
misguided-mystery replied to your post:You know what I mean.
Into you or..?
nO