Inspired by an Eremika prompt I saw, except this oneshot/drabble thingy isn’t as in depth as the prompt, but I could totally imagine Sonic doing this to Amy.
And also it’s 01:12 AM here–HOLY, I didn’t realize what time it was until now. #sleepdeprived
Being drunk was, obviously, a strange thing to experience. Sonic always thought that if it happened to him he’d been conscious of it happening; that part of his mind would still be capable of remaining normal. Of standing there and commenting on it like “well, this is new.” But it wasn’t like that at all.
The stairs he usually takes two at a time are a mountain to be negotiated on all fours. Sonic’s arms flap down on the carpet too hard, and with each push his legs don’t respond. His stomach began heaving, along with his head spinning in a way that didn’t make sense.
Oh god. That thought passed the same time his hand jerked to his mouth, covering it. Then like an inflated balloon in his stomach, everything he ate and drunk for the past couple of hours came racing forward. Sonic tried throwing himself closer to the bathroom but he was barely at the door when he suddenly noticed a girl with clownish make-up staring at him. Her hair was a mess and her cheeks were flushed red, but she didn’t look as much as a wreck like he did, at least she was still standing.
“Sonic,” somehow her voice sounded better than the muffled music playing behind him, and it gave him a weird feeling, like a force that urged him to pick himself up. The cyan teenager leaned heavily against the wall for support, pulling himself from the drenched carpet back onto his feet. When she took a step forward so did he, then staggered like an inebriated tramp and instantly tumbles.
One minute she was far away then the next she’s there, arms outstretched wide, her body acts like a pillow cushioning his fall and invading his space. Sonic gawked up at a rather familiar face that, at first, he couldn’t comprehend. Until his vision focused and soon enough a cheshire grin broadened his lips. “Hello, Ames!”
The pink hedgehog wanted to roll her eyes at the dreadful sight of him. What had he gotten himself into? It seemed like she couldn’t leave him alone for five minutes. Although despite his state, Sonic’s heart flutters as Amy smiles sweetly at him, drawing him closer she pulls his right arm over her shoulder. Before Sonic could protest or question anything Amy begins walking, half carrying-half-dragging him out of the house.
“Where are we going?” He manages to say.
“Home.” Amy throws him a side-glance, using the heel of her high-heel boot to nudge the door open. His fur smelt a mixture of fried food, alcohol, and smoke, it stung Amy’s sensitive nose so much it was hard not to gag or make a horrible face, although she was known for being good at keeping a straight face. “And a bath. You need one. Real bad.”
Sonic never drank to excess but the giddiness he felt from just the touch of her skin muzzled his higher thinking in much the same way. Suddenly he wiggled, prying his arm away from Amy. In retrospect, she should’ve identified that to be a bad sign, however she let him stand by himself, wondering what he was going to do because seeing Sonic drunk was a rare sight indeed.
With great effort he dropped onto his knees on concrete floor. The ground was wet and it took Sonic a while to realize that it was drizzling out here in the cold night, though he didn’t care. Amy allowed him to clasp her hand pulling it close towards his chest as well as her with it. A massive, but affectionate smile poked up his cheeks, accompanied by a soft rosiness–although that was probably due to the alcohol in his system, Amy wasn’t sure.
“Amy Rosssse…” With his primitive brain in charge and the flood of endorphins urging him to continue he was swept away in the moment with his girl, his love. He was too far gone. “The time has come for me to…express myself to you.” His hand caressed her palm as if it was a jewel. “I really think your pretty–no, beautiful! Your so, so beautiful I can’t stop looking at you. Actually, now that I think about it, I actually love you. So make me the happiest guy alive and do me the honors of becoming my bride. Please? Marry me?”
She looked down at his face, unattractively decorated with vomit still caked around his mouth. However his tired, restless eyes glistened in pure admiration, as if Amy was the sun and he was the moon. Which made her question how many drinks he had.
The girl knelt down to his level, bringing both hands up to his flustered cheeks, she cupped them gently, always loving the way they fit within her hands so nicely. When contact was made a low rumble vibrated from his throat, a purr that threw Amy off guard slightly, he only did that sort of thing when he was feeling particularly affectionate towards her.
“Sonic, we’re already married.” She said.
Amy felt heat growing in his cheeks. Sonic froze as he watched in awe at her expression. Had he gotten so drunk he forgot about their engagement and the wonderful marriage that followed after that? Or hadn’t he meant too say that? Either way Amy thought it was amusing and could not hold back the giggles that rolled out of her in waves.
She didn’t miss his tomato-red cheeks either. Utterly embarrassed, Sonic wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole.
Hey, guys, are these stories lacking anything for you? Like, idk, more detailed thoughts? I wanted these prompts to be more so descriptive and simple as if they were being shown in the show itself, so if any of you were wondering why I never put much detail into their thought process, now you know why, but if you’d like for me to go in depth, I could give it a try. Let’s see how I do? (THIS ONE HAS PICTURES! YAY! but with no backgrounds…yaaay)
Two hungry hedgehogs sat together, enjoying their afternoon lunch, one having a chili dog and the other a healthy fruit salad. Twas a date, but no one was aware.
“You know, Sonic, there are other food choices besides a chili dog.”
“Now, why would you point out the obvious when you already know my next response?” Sonic said as he leaned on one elbow, gradually taking another bite of his chili dog to make his point.
Amy rolled her eyes and huffed. “You’re such a pig.”
“But I’m your pig~” Sonic winked.
Amy attempted to keep an annoyed expression but couldn’t help but giggle. “I think I’d prefer a hog instead of a pig.”
Sonic flashed a cheeky smile in response. Amy still couldn’t get over how cute he could be sometimes. The Sonic she knew before they dated was never this silly. And yet they were getting closer every day. The more they hung out together, the more she began to see parts of him that she never even knew existed. He was goofier, expressive, protective, mindful, and definitely more affectionate. Among all these things, Amy found herself drawn to one particular new trait in him that seemed to outweigh the others.
“So, Sonic, you think it’d be a good time to let them know soon?”
Sonic stopped sipping his drink and looked to her questionably. “Ames, haven’t we already talked about this?”
“I know I know, it’s just…well, I feel like it’s been long enough and I really don’t thin-”
“Amy, it’s been a month and four days. They can wait a little longer.” He said as he waved his hand dismissively and took a sip of his drink.
“Awww you’re counting~” Amy gushed as she clasped her hands together to her cheek.
Sonic blushed and cleared his throat. “Don’t change the subject, missy. We’re sticking to the original plan. No one has to know about you and me.”
“What about you and Amy?” Knuckles suddenly comes out of nowhere, over-hearing the previous line.
Amy gives Sonic a look as to say ‘Well, what are ya gonna say?’ Sonic turns to Knuckles nervously and tries to quickly think of something. “U-uh, well, it’s a-a secret. Yeah, and uh, we’ve been sworn to secrecy due to…” his eyes wondered around and landed on Barker the wolf who’s supposedly a lawyer today.“..a binding contract!” He yelled as he threw a finger up dramatically. Amy hid her laughter behind her hand, enjoying Sonic’s failed attempt at lying to Knuckles. He was trying way too hard.
“Oh. Okay! Sooo what are you guys havin today?” Knuckles sat beside Sonic casually and clasped his hands together on the table.
“Well, there’s this new hot dog with cheddar cheese and jalepe-”
Amy cleared her throat in an obvious attempt to get Sonic’s attention. He turned to her and blinked in confusion before she shook her head. Sonic lowered a brow until it clicked that they were on a date.
“Ohhh, ya know what, I think they’re out of those today. Maybe you should come back tomorrow and try it, k?” Sonic said as casually as his acting skills would let him.
Knuckles shrugged. “Who says I had to get anything new anyways. I’ll just get my regular. Duh.”
Sonic looked to Amy who was steadily growing irritated. Sonic mouthed 'I got this’ before he turned to Knuckles and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Ya know, Knuckles, we still have that race coming up this weekend. It’d be a shame if, oh I don’t know, you weren’t in shape to race me.” He chuckled as a sinister grin etched on his muzzle.
Knuckles thought for a few seconds before he shrugged. “It’s Monday. I got time.”
Sonic scoffed at the idea that Knuckles was even confident enough that he had a winning chance. He brushed it off, letting his ego cool down and spoke again. “Have you forgotten who you’re dealing with?” An idea suddenly surfaced. “You’re racing the 'Luck’ meister. 'Course, I don’t really need that, considering I’m the fastest thing around anyways. You couldn’t possibly think you’d be able to beat-”
“OH YEAH?! I’ll show you, ya blue rodent!” Knuckles huffed and stomped off grumbling to himself.
Amy watched in astonishment before she turned to Sonic who looked quite pleased with himself. “Sonic, did you really have to hit his weak spot. You know how he is about the luck balance theory.”
Sonic scratched inside of his ear and flicked some wax. “Hey, what can I say? Don’t hate the player, hate the game. Not my fault he picked the wrong game with the best player.”