❪ FEM! HEDGEHOG! READER ❫
𓆩♡𓆪 𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘼𝙉 𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏 with a mysterious new gem called the "TWISTED AMAZONITE" in which SONIC and EGGMAN accidentally activate it, much to (NAME)'S horror, she is sent to the world of TWISTED WONDERLAND...
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❝ i'm here to show you what ninten can do, and what za waru-DON'T! ❞
❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜
(NAME) sat down at one of the cafeteria tables closest to the windows, watching grim scrub at what felt like the 700th window of the day, "i'm already exhausted from a full day of cleanin'. i can't believe we still gotta wash a hundred windows!"
"... you did good fighting that freshman."
"wuh-- woah, where'd that come from?"
"hmph, am i not allowed to compliment you, grim?"
"i never said that! you should compliment me more! i'm amazing!"
(name) chuckles at that. grim's starting to grow on her just a little bit. JUST A LITTLE though. the ultimate lifeform would never grow too attached to some random she barely met a day ago.
"but what's buggin' me is, ace ain't even here yet! to make us wait, after what he did... grrr!"
the pair wait in the empty cafeteria for around fifteen minutes, the silence occasionally broken by grim's complaints about the entire situation. (name) won't lie, there hasn't been any sign of that asshole recently.
"... and now he's super late! i bet he up and bailed on us!"
"he did."
"ain't no way am i doin' his punishment for him! c'mon, (name), i don't care if we gotta drag him kickin' and screamin', he's washin' those windows!"
smirking at the cat, (name) opens her arms so he can jump into her embrace. carrying grim, she skates off to the freshmen classrooms. she opens the door, unable to get a word in before grim shouts, "hey! ace! get over here! try to hide from me, will ya! huh... maybe there's really no one here?"
before the duo could leave the area, another voice chimes in, making grim flinch in (name)'s arms, "oh, i wouldn't say that, i'm here."
the pair look around curiously, grim leaning on the frantic side. their eyes land on a set of paintings. the painting spoke...?
"bwaaah! that painting just talked!"
"yes, and...? is a talking painting really such an oddity at this school? the lady in the portrait on that wall talks too. as does the gentleman in the portrait on this one. as long as a painting has a mouth, why wouldn't it be able to talk? is that really so strange?"
(name) wasn't all that bothered, "have you seen a freshman named ace anywhere?"
"he's got messy hair and a heart drawn on his face," grim adds.
