The world was cast into darkness, a blanket of deep indigo and picturesque spreads of light from across the galaxy spread across the sky. Bright and dim, far and farther, twinkles were dappled across the expanse like freckles. The night was still, peaceful and quiet, even with the drone of cricket chirps as idle noise.

It had stayed this quiet as the night stretched on... until it hadn’t.

Sonic had found your door to be incredibly creaky the last few times you allowed him over, and so despite owning a spare key, took to a less conventional method of entering your home. A less conventional method of picking your window’s lock, very cautiously lifting it open and taking a fatal misstep inside that sent him tumbling onto your living room floor.

He let out a hiss of pain as his chin slammed into the floor, arms splayed out from a vain attempt to catch himself before he hit the ground. The less than graceful fall stung, but it had been even louder than just opening your obnoxious door would’ve been. Sighing low with annoyance, he pushed himself upright by his arms and shifted back into a sitting position, gloved hand tentatively rubbing along his jaw.

Sonic’s hand halted there as an ear twitched at the sound of cautious, measured footsteps down your stairs, easily recognized as your own. Unsurprisingly, you had been woken up by his colossal failure at a silent entrance into your home.

Emerald eyes met yours as you froze at the stairwell, and an awkward grin stretched across his muzzle.

Sonic greets, hand scratching at the back of his neck.

His gaze flickered over to the clock hung on your wall.