Sonic's Unwanted Harem

46. Just Another Normal Day 02

Warnings: This chapter contains offensive language, mild blood, and mild violence.

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(Art belongs to SwiftFurAl)

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Sylvania Castle Zone – 12:59 p.m.

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"...and-and then-" a sniffle leaves the apricot muzzle as a tear runs down the pinkette's face, mingling with both her and her earlier victim's blood. Rosey's voice is hoarse from the hand squeezing her throat, but she doesn't pay attention to the pain from being choked. Instead, she just keeps sniffling, looking at the very interesting spiraled, red eyed, golden hedgehog as she continues to tell him why her Scourgey-wourgey is such a jerk. A sniffle. "-he has the n-nerve to take that red bimbo with him instead of me...! Can't he see how much I love h-him? All I wanna do" another sniffle, "-is b-break his legs so he ca-can't run from me anymore... is that too much to ask for?"

Fleetway tilts his head to the right, both intrigued and very disturbed about this psychotic yet cute girl. Although she's easy on the eyes, she's not on the ears though. If he's ever heard a banshee shriek, then it's from this girl laughing while crying, an interesting combination at that.

Sure, she had jumped at him after she started laughing maniacally, using that very strange looking hammer to break the wall in the process, and then she attacked him. And yes, Fleetway could have easily mopped the floor with her face, but he had only attacked her a few times; a little punch to the face here, a kick to the gut there, and a chop to the back of her neck, sending her face first into the stone ground, which is why she now has a bloody face.

He responds to her being as delicate as he possibly can. "You're a fucking lunatic, girly."

"But... but my Scourgey..." Rosey pouts her bleeding lips at the stronger hedgehog, only to feel his hand tighten around her throat a little more. Her hammer falls from her hands, and she tries to relieve some pressure at the very least. If she hadn't been head over heels for Scourge, then she definitely would've fallen for this mysterious hedgie. His unkept, golden quills, the immense energy coming from him and how it electrocutes her every so often just from how powerful it is. The sadistic yet charming look in those gorgeous red eyes, eyes she's never seen before. Seriously, who has spiraled eyes? Maybe she should ask him if they're natural or not later. But most of all, the firm grip he has on her throat, barely letting any air go in her lungs. Just knowing her life is in his hands, quite literally at that, ah, it makes her heart pound in glee... either that or maybe it's because she's not getting enough oxygen in her body, who knows...

Her hazy, green eyes dreamily gaze into the red ones, watching as the yellow eyebrow rises and a very disturbing, normal for her, smile goes on her face. "Sc-Scourgey used to call me that too." She sighs fancifully, well the best she can, "-you and Scourgey sure kn-know how to win a girl o-over~" Rosey does her best to bat her eyelashes at the other while slowly letting her finger run along the wrist.

"Eh?" Fleetway is torn between strangling the life out of this nutjob or letting her go completely. "Ya know, most people would be begging for me to stop. I mean," he pulls her closer, studying those very unstable green eyes, making him purse his lips to the side. He doesn't know how to feel; normally he's the psychopath, the one that everyone fears but this chick? "I am strangling ya, you do realize that, right?"

A strangled giggle leaves the apricot mouth as Rosey moves her finger from his wrist to his opened mouth, touching a fang, which instantly makes him pull his head away from her reach. She tries to move her head, just to speak a little easier before the disturbing smile comes back to her face. "Oh stop, you're fl-flattering me, cutie hedgie."