Prompt: Based on events in headspace
Fandom: Sonic, Venturiantale
Characters: Coldsteel, Sink, Jimmy Casket, Sunky, Fleetway Super Sonic, Sonic.EXE, Fatal Error
Date Published: 08/02/2022
TW: Fighting (background), blood
Written (and drawn!) by our coldsteel fictive a while ago. Hes nice :]

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It was loud.

Coldsteel did not enjoy the loud. Especially did not enjoy the booms and smacks of the others fighting. The sound of Fleetway, EXE, and Fatal Error all yelling at each other, Sunky playing sound clips on occasion.

Sink was curled up in his arms, shivering and sopping wet, staining his dull purple chest a bright red with the blood leaking from their eyes and mouth. He tried to find it in himself to be upset, but it didn't really work. Coldsteel sighed, ears pinning back as another loud boom came from across the room, this time Fatal slamming it's fist against the ground, claws scraping up the previously wine red carpet and taking chunks of flooring, preparing to throw it elsewhere. Fleetway laughed, EXE seethed, and Coldsteel only wrapped his arms tighter around Sink.

Sunky waddled up to them, flopping onto Coldsteel's arm and playing another laugh track (How was he doing that?), dotted eyes staring up at the older hedgehog. He grimaced, looking away from the kid and instead inhaling the green hedgehog's scent. He smelled like salt water and algae. Purple eyes darted around as Coldsteel leaned against the child nehind him- Jimmy, who only make a startled squeak in response. He listened to it's clothes shift and rub as it rubbed it's eyes, continuing to tap away on the phone. Probably talking to a friend.

Another boom.

Sunky left.

And they were alone again. Coldsteel sighed, Sink gurgled, and he looked down, stroking the other's fur gently, being gentle with the brittle green quills, hugging the soaked hog closer.

"Hey... you.. alright?" His voice was quiet, rough, words coming slowly as he gently nudged Sink's head with his own. The other didn't answer for a moment, only gurgling softly on water he couldn't see.

Eventually, they nodded, unable to choke out words through long unused vocal cords, glancing up at him with dull eyes. He hummed. Leaned forward, and bonked their forehead gently with his. Good.

More screaming. He was getting tired of this. He was tired. He nudges Jimmy, gently shoving them over as it flops onto the ground, mewing dramatically as he snatches the phone. Youtube. Hm unsurprising. He flits through videos, holding the phone where Sink can see it, trying to ignore the ongoing fight in the background. It doesn't work very well. He nudges Jimmy again.

It meows.

".. Who's someone.. loud? Louder... than.. them.." He asks.

"Um, I know Memphis and Shad are pretty loud. Jet too. Why?" It tilts it's head, confused.

".. Want.. to sleep..."

"Ohh, want someone to yell at em? Alright, here, let me- I can get decently loud."

And it can, screaming at the top of it's lungs for the others to shut up. They're startled long enough for Jimmy to tell them it's bedtime. It lays back down, stretching like a cat.

"Good enough?"

Coldsteel doesn't verbally respond, but he nods, burrowing his face into Sink's quills, exhausted. Time for a nap, at least while they're quiet.