After a hedgehog crashed himself into your home, he began to demand food just as quickly as he had gotten into your home. You didn't think he would come back after you fed him.. you should've listened to your parents when it came to feeding strays.
Tags: fluff , brief kiss at the end , set before he was separated from Sonic , near death
Extras: Fleetway is referred to as Super Sonic , he's… well that sure is evil Super Sonic (he's slightly unhinged) , I literally stopped writing this JUST so I could re-read the Fleetway Comics again (no I didn't finish them)
Notes: I finished this last night then remembered "Oh hey, I don't have a divider for this crazy hedgehog!" I took like 50 mins to make one. I made one for Sonic, but not Fleets. Incredible.
You wouldn't call yourself unfortunate but you also wouldn't call yourself fortunate either, living in a world where no matter how much you work, you'll always end up being stuck at rock bottom in hopes of getting out of the cycle. You were stuck in the endless loop of boring job after boring job before finally landing yourself a nice spot at a cozy cafe, fully expecting to be milked dry of your worth just like you had at every customer service job before, but that didn't happen, not by a long shot.
Your boss was a kind cat named Ebony and she talked to you with a soft and assuring voice that held her age. Rougher days in the cafe were always made just a little better when she gave you some time to cool down and sometimes even gave you a pastry if her co-owner, Pyjamas, wasn't looking. But the real treat with this new life was when a new visitor came crashing through your apartments open window on your day off on a rainy day.
Ebony thought that it wouldn't be as busy with the weather, so she let you take the day off so you didn't feel overwhelmed with all the work you've been doing. So, you decided you were going to relax all day, lounging in your night wear while watching a show and scrolling on your phone at the same time. When the ads rolled in (which, what the hell? You were already paying this dumb billion dollar company for this service, why do you have to pay more for no ads??), you had decided to get up and get something to eat, leaving the ads to roll without you.
Were you also weird to keep your screen less window open? Maybe, but in your defense you wanted to hear the rain more clearly. So when you had popped your food in the microwave with all the exasperation your body harbored, you had heard a loud thump from your living room followed by a pained groan.
At first, you thought it was another cat who had decided to take shelter from the rain, which was very common and it made you happy every time it happened (they would always find a way to escape somehow), so you bounded towards the living room only freeze when you saw a golden hedgehog laying face first on your wooden floors, covered in scratches and bruises. Worry consumed you and your food was left to be forgotten, even as the microwave tried to remind you that, hey, you have food ready, come and get it maybe?
You quickly grabbed your first-aid kit from your bathroom and set it down on the table to pick up the hedgehog and lay him on your couch. He was soaking wet from the rain, making his fur all matted and his blood staining the shimmering gold in layers of copper. He was breathing though and quite heavily too, slightly letting out a wheeze with every exhale. You got to work cleaning and wrapping up his cuts and tending to his bruises with as much care as you could, consoling him when he winced even if he was passed out and likely couldn't hear you.
It was when you put everything away and checked him over one last time did you see that his eyes were open, red swirls that were small and thin being in place of where his pupils would be, but the center of the spirals were staring dead at you. He didn't say anything, didn't make a move, only looked at you, analyzing your every move. You clicked the box shut and left him on the couch to put it in the bathroom, his eyes flashing in your memory for a moment.
They were so… unique, just like his fur color that shimmered like stars. You went back to his limp form on the couch, seeing as the spirals found you and followed as you moved to sit on the floor. He had claws, sharp nails that poked through his gloves and seemed to rip a bit of the fabric, showing off how lethal they could potentially be. His fur was still matted, you didn't want to invade his space even more by thoroughly cleaning and brushing him, only paying attention to his injuries.
The microwave beeped from the kitchen, a reminder that you were about to eat before the adverts ended (that were still somehow going). You pushed yourself up and grabbed your lukewarm snack and debated having it for yourself, but maybe the hedgehog needed some food to get strength… You walked back to him, seeing how the spirals spotted and followed you. With your hand slowly extending towards him, offering the snack, your voice came out as softly as you could make it.
"You want this? I could make you something else if you're hungry." The spirals flicked down to the snack offered to him as if it were a peace offering. And he finally moved, his hand quickly snatching it so he could sniff it to make sure it was safe. His claws grazed your skin creating dark marks as evidence and proof that they could cause damage.
He quickly inhaled the food, showing off his sharp teeth that looked like they belonged to a shark rather than a hedgehog, making you shudder at just how dangerous he could be. He didn't look friendly, not by a long shot, and the way he had been staring at you, eyeing you like prey to eventually make his move and attack. And you just helped him, too.
Once he was finished his eyes went right back to you, now holding an obvious glint of curiosity within his red spirals. He sat up and grabbed the remote, pausing the TV and looking at you with a slow grin, showing off his maw and how sharp it really was. He could rip through your flesh with those things if he wanted to, and it was obvious that even he knew of that fact. He began to chuckle as you nervously swallowed, his voice having a slight effect on it, as if it were echoing itself.
"My little savior…" He tried to stand, but he lost his balance as soon as his feet tried to push him up. You caught him quickly and sat him back down on the couch, allowing him to grab your face with a harsh and punishing grip, his claws digging into your cheeks as he turned your face to either side. "You're weak." It was said as if it were a fact, which it was compared to him, but he seemed almost amazed at it. "Why would someone as weak as you help someone for nothing in return? Unless… you want somethin'?" He grinned, because to him, it was a joke.
"You were hurt." You whispered out knowing that if you made one wrong move you were good as dead if he so wished. You were trapped in between his claws, between his word and freedom. He cackled at your pathetic explanation, finding amusement in how uncomfortable you were. Before his laughter drifted off.
"You're serious?" His grip lessened. "You only helped me… because I was hurt?" You nodded to the best of your ability. His spirals became thicker as his lips became parted in shock, confusion, and a new understanding. He let go as his eye twitched, utterly confused by your actions and reason for said actions. Has he never been treated with kindness before? It only made you want to help him more.
The spirals in his eyes thinned and thickened in uneven intervals, swirling in confusing directions that kept changing and shifting. Like he was trying to make sense of it all, of why you would help him for nothing in return just because he was hurt. You turned off the TV and went into the kitchen to actually make some real food as the hedgehog laid there, his mind drifting off into his own thoughts as he stared at where you were last.
When you were finished, you made him a plate and gave it to him only to watch him stare at it in confusion. "Why are ya helping me? Don't you know what I'm capable of??" You merely shrugged and pushed the plate towards him again, this time he took it and began to scarf it down with his tail slowly coming to life. It was all gone in seconds with his eyes telling you that he wanted more, and then you gave him more, and more, and more, until he was satisfied and everything was gone.
"Are you a chef or somethin'?" You shook your head and he began to laugh. "You should be! Five stars in my book." He gave you a sinister smirk as the spirals in his eyes looked you up and down, moving to lay on his stomach with a purr and the slow sway of his tail. "Know what? I'll keep you when I destroy everything. How does that sound?" Your brows furrowed in concern as he began to laugh, slurred slightly from fatigue. He finally sat up again and wobbly made his way to your window.
"Wait! You still need to recover—"
"—I'll be fine." He was so confident, teeth glinting in the low light of your shabby apartment as he grinned. "Nothing can destroy Super Sonic, not even Robotnik." He hopped onto the windowsill, drenched in rain from the current downpour with a small splash making some droplets fall to your floor. His spirals thickened and swirled almost hypnotically as his feet began to lift off the window sill, looking at you with confidence and a glint of madness. "I'll be back! Save me some chow, yeah?"
And then he disappeared with only a streak of gold following behind him, sparkling like stars as you felt energy drift away with only a mere fuzzy feeling left behind. Super Sonic was his name and he seemed to hate Robotnik, so he must be trustworthy in some ways, right? Otherwise he would likely be fighting for the mad doctor. You closed your window and noticed a golden quill that was left behind on the floor, slowly turning a brilliant blue. Your fingers traced it and flinched when you felt sparks that tickled your skin, but it never hurt.
You had a feeling this wasn't going to be the only encounter you would have with him, so you clutched the quill close to your heart and anticipated his next visit. Hopefully he won't crash into your floor next time.
Work, as nice as it could be sometimes, was going to be the death of you one of these days. Rude customers, flirty customers, people who wanted to start a fight in the cafe (for some reason), all of it served to make you want to explode on the spot, in the middle of the cafe. It got to the point where Ebony had to kick out a few people as well, even venting a bit of her frustration to you how this was a normal thing ever since Robotnik came around.
Still, you managed to make it out without punching someone and that was an accomplishment to you. Because you were so close to doing so today only stopping yourself with a squeeze of the left behind quill, so you decided to get some groceries and serve yourself up some good food for the night. Some soup would be nice, maybe chicken noodle? It was simple enough that you wouldn't be clawing at yourself for picking something that had a 50-step process just to eat. Why not then? You deserved some good food after the day you had.
Of course, shopping wasn't made easy either as a ruckus was heard from outside, causing everyone inside to panic. Robotnik, of course, was attacking for the sole purpose of conquering Metropolis Zone. You knew that it would be in vain, so you quickly used the self checkout and left for your apartment that was a little ways from the chaos. You sidestepped a few bits of debris that came flying your way, hiding yourself into little crevices as fire roared in your direction, and ducking behind a few cars as lasers shot above your head.
I was merely another day on Mobius, the same as the rest. Those Freedom Fighters or whatever would take care of it like they always did. You only paused in your steps as you saw a shadow drowned your own, fear seeping into your mind as you saw it to be a badnik that towered over you with its blaster aimed directly at your head.
Oh. You were about to become a statistic. How nice.
The quill in your pocket began to heat up and fizzle as the blaster charged up. You closed your eyes and awaited your fate, there wasn't much use in fighting it after all, you couldn't do anything to save yourself and you didn't have the safety of Ebony to come to your rescue either, so you stood there, clenching the bags of food in your hands and turning your face away as you felt the heat of the blaster increase.
"Hands off, rust bucket!" Chaos erupted with the sounds of steel clashing and ripping apart. Your eyes flung open to see shimmering gold ripping through the badnik, even as it was already turned into scrap. Your shoulders lost their tension as you watched the badnik become nothing but a pile of metal, as if it were put into a shredder. You looked up at the figure floating above the carnage of his creation, lips parted as spirals met your eyes. "I'll be riiiight back. So you better stay right there, got it?"
He didn't stick around to see your response, zipping off to the main threat and quickly making work of it as more chaos erupted within a small group of people. He seemed to be yelling at them too, waving them off and dashing towards you with speeds unimaginable. One moment you were in a broken down street, the next you were closer to your apartment somewhere that was much more quiet. There was less panic and more gossip as eyes were quickly glued onto the golden hedgehog that floated next to you, eyes on your groceries with curiosity.
"What's that for?" He asked as your feet began to move towards your apartment, brain barely able to catch up to what just happened. You almost died and he popped out of nowhere and saved both you and the whole zone. Where did he come from?? What kind of power does he have??
Nothing made sense anymore..
"Dinner. I'm… hungry…" He began to cackle, holding his stomach as if it were about to burst.
"You and me both! Move faster, slowpoke! I want grub."
The visit wasn't too bad, he was constantly over your shoulder, sure, but he made interesting conversation at least. He was curious of you just as much as you were of him, but at least you weren't touchy. He kept playing with your clothes, pulling or pinching your skin, or got really close to your face for no good reason other than, "I dunno, I just wanna. Got a problem with it?"
When you began to cut the onions and he inevitably had his eyes begin to water, he became extra curious during the cooking process. He watched your hands as you handled the knife and even traced his claw down your fingers, just to get a reaction out of you. "You seem comfortable with sharp blades, any reason for that?"
"I have to cook for myself, so I got used to handling knives. Is that a crime?" He chuckled and shrugged, going back to hovering over your shoulder and watching you work. Whisps of his energy made your movements stutter at points and made them faster in others, an unpredictable variable from an otherwise unpredictable hedgehog. He was entranced as you worked, looking into the boiling pot of water with thinned swirls that thickened when you put the noodles in.
You put on a timer to check on the noodles and made your way to your couch, sinking into the cushions with a sigh. Finally, you could relax after the rough day you had. The hedgehog sat down next to you and used your body as a pillow as he also began to relax. With a shrug, you decided to put on a random show to levitate any boredom that had begun to show itself. Of course, the show you were currently watching was a shitty romance where miscommunication was the center piece, made to make you feel enraged at both of the main characters for not doing the simple thing of talking to each other.
Super Sonic quickly became entranced by the stupidity of the show, agreeing with you as it went on and on and on all in one episode. Now you were connected by mutual frustration, to the point where you clicked off the show to browse for a new one that wouldn't make either of you angry. You would get up to check the soup every now and again, but other than that you and Super Sonic watched this new series in peace while waiting for the food to be done.
Once again his hands began to fidget with whatever they could find, your clothes, your skin, hair, your hands, and whatever else didn't earn him a slap and a quick glare (much to his amusement). He changed positions several times, but his favorite seemed to be anything where he could at least wrap one arm somewhere around you. He often resembled a human cat with the pleased face he'd make once he got comfortable, his teeth peaking over his lips as he smiled(?) and eyes squinted. It didn't help that he would make a distorted purring sound every now and again.
It wasn't so bad honestly, a chaotic, golden, (goblin) hedgehog that had just saved you (and was demanding food from you) was cuddling up to you while watching a show that was… varied in its quality.
And once you were satisfied with the meal, you turned off the stove, made a bowl for you and him, and set up the table for dinner. You paused the show and motioned towards the table at his irked face, quickly lighting up as he zipped to the table in front of one of the bowls. "Ohoho! This looks good…." He licked his teeth and began to dig in as soon as you sat down, only slowing down once he got hit with the flavor. The spirals in his eyes thickened and slowly swirled as if trying to hypnotize the soup.
"Are… Are you alright?" You asked, putting down your silverware and slowly reaching towards him. "Is it bad? Sorry… I put a lot of herbs into it, like my mom used to make it. I uh…!" He picked up the bowl and began to slurp it, throwing his silverware somewhere on the table as he scarfed everything up. You took it as a sign that he, in fact, really liked it, especially when he placed his empty bowl down and stared at it for a second, allowing you to get up and get him seconds.
He did the exact same thing he did the first time, only a bit slower as if to savor the taste. His tail was going wild as he placed his bowl back on the table with a toothy grin, satisfied with his meal for the time being. "Are ya sure ya ain't no chef?" You nodded to which he scoffed, chin now planted on the table with his teeth peaking past his lips. "No way… ya should become one. Would be better than… whatever yer doin'…" You snorted and finished your food.
"I work in a cafe down the street. Close enough." He tiredly cackled as you began to clean the table up, being followed by ruby spirals that seemed more than entranced on your figure. When you went to look for him again, he was hovering by the window while heavily panting, looking at his torn gloves with disdain. "You alright, Super?" His head snapped towards you, eyes lidded in fatuige and the spirals now thinned greatly.
"I have to.. go." He seemed unhappy about it all things considered.
"I don't mind it if you sleep over." You offered with honesty, but that seemed to pain him.
"Can't." He scoffed. "Else it won't be me in your house by mornin'…" That sounded like a threat. You didn't like where this was going at all. He drifted towards you slowly, eyeing you like prey as the spirals began to lose shape and look like normal eyes. "But I'll promise you this, got it? Every time I have a chance to see you, I will. Need some more of ya grub, y'know?" He snickered as you gave a small smile. He stopped right in front of you.
"And in case you don't think I'm serious…" With a sharp smirk and a swift claw, his grabbed you chin and pressed a quick yet harsh kiss against your lips. Licking his once separated from yours as he got a moonlit view of your flushed cheeks. "Too bad I gotta go.. maybe I'll use the rest of my energy next time to.. nah." He finally left you for the outside, glowing against the dark night and city lights. "I'll get more later! Super Sonic always gets what he wants!"
And with that, he zipped off leaving a trail of gold.
