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GRIPS HER by the scruff of the neck & lifts her up , curious , but not surprised .

“ Yeah , this might as well happen . ”

#RASCAL PLZ #you're confusing the hedgehog #timelocker #» life moving through your mind » ✮⭑.ᐟ

@timelocker said: ❝ say that again. i dare you. ❞ / to fiona

Oh it is so refreshing to talk to someone who actually remembers Moebius. On the really bad days Fiona feels like she maybe even dreamed all of it up--like back when she had tried to be a Freedom Fighter and she thought maybe she'd dreamed up Sonic leaving her behind too and tried to convince herself she probably just misremembered it or something--but then she remembers Scourge and the things he made her feel and--yeah. There's no denying Moebius was or used to be real.

It means, also, that Fiona can act like how she did in the GOOD OL DAYS. Back when she was Queen. Here on this shitty new-Mobius she has no powers, no social capital, not even a Sonic who remembered that he had wronged her deeply for her to direct her anger towards.

Fiona smiles acidly. It burns and stretches across her face, an expression she had missed, one of complete and derogatory meanness. The snarl-like smirk feels good. It feels so, so good. She's gotten too used to being disillusioned and trying to make peace with the fact that her chosen home was gone forever and she was alone yet AGAIN. Thank Gaia-or-fucking-whatever-these-new-Mobians-call-their-god that Rascal wound up here too.

"I said if you really thought you could take Scourge down, you're even stupider than you look."

#timelocker #hiii i tried to keep this consistent w rascals lore...but pls lmk if i need to make any changes :]]#fiona: ic.#asks.

❛ ♥ @timelocker, — continued.

“Oops,” she giggles. “You got it!” Amy bounces over to the chair and promptly sits, dress fanning around her. The legs squeak against the floor as she sways side to side. She’s always wanted to pierce her ears — a desire originally born out of rebellion. Her parents would hate it, even now. How exciting!

The popsicle is a little silly, she thinks, but beggars can’t be choosers! Amy awkwardly presses it against her ear and pulls a face, shoulders bunched. “Ew…” It does the job at least. Her ear is very cold. “No worrying here! I’m made of tough stuff.” Amy says, self-assured.