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bow4thecamera · 26 days

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WAVES FRANTICALLY. so happy to finally have a full pic of All my nintendogs idiots :3

info on them all is below the read more <33

Ted Rumsworth [he/him]: Our fav dog show announcer !! A cis closeted gay man who's proud to be the smiling face of Chow's pet competitions, and is always happy to compliment a well-trained pup either on the job or on the street, but it doesn't keep him from chatting rightful shit about some owners in his spare time. He's not actually too keen on dogs himself; though he has his own toy poodle, Chocolate, he's much more of a cat person, and hopes to own one or two in the future. He just barely has enough self-restraint to not scoop up every stray on his and Chocolate's walks.

Archie Hubbs [he/him]: Our fav dog show commentator!! Archie is a trans bi man with the lack of self-restraint for gaining animals that Ted mortally fears. A man who owns seven dogs, a pet duck and goes to work ready to see even more canines is quite the man to be reckoned with, and for someone with such a relaxed demeanour, most would wonder how the guy could handle a house bursting with animals; while others would know he was a champion in dog competitions himself. After all those years, he turned to being a commentator purely because of a dare. For the bit, of course. And although he's known for his quick, witty remarks around town, he'll scurry away from any fan interaction faster than anyone even realises who they're spotting.

Sophie Summers [she/they]: A trans lesbian demigirl with a seemingly never-ending competitive streak, and the manager of the neighbourhood's local supply shop, BARC. She's a lover of all sorts of critters, from fluffy to scaley (even slimy!), but only has a few pets of her own: a couple of birds, named Cookie and Crumb, and an excitable German Shepherd who's won his absolute fair share of competitions, Milo. Soph's always proud of their winnings, and will proudly boast if they get a new gold trophy to take home, but is no sore loser when it comes to second or (god forbid) lower--at least not in public. It won't stop her from sulking about it over a milkshake with Teresa. Off-hours, Sophie has a deep love for aviation and planes; any shelf in their room that's bare of a trophy instead has a carefully-crafted and painted model plane in its place--they've even taken a few purposeful losses with Milo to make room for new ones here and there. Otherwise, she's a firm believer in always trying your best, and a loss stings particularly bad when she knows she hadn't given it her all; she's just especially adamant on the belief when it comes to others, and won't miss an opportunity to give someone, even a stranger, a very enthusiastic pep talk.

Teresa Addams [she/her]: A bi trans woman who'll put your pitiful mismatching patterns to shame; Teresa's the proud manager of the local Coletta in Chow, though her expertise on clothing doesn't stop at just pets. She's always had a good eye for fashion, and won't hesitate to give others a friendly nudge away from a colour that doesn't flatter their complexion one bit; Sophie's the usual recipient of her advice, and Teresa can only roll her eyes each time Soph' assures her that, pretty or not, her joggers will end up scuffed to hell at the end of the day, anyway. Overall, Teresa's not exactly one to stay in her own lane, and will speak her opinion, fashion-related or otherwise, whether it's called for or not, and she may as well have an "I-told-you-so" jar for the other shopkeeps--and as much as she butts into others' business, it doesn't stop her from chatting to Bruno about other folks similar behaviour. Under that condescending outside, though, it's clear that she just cares terribly for her friends' wellbeing, even if it's in a slightly roundabout way, but her loyalty is tried and true. Don't expect her to coddle you after a bad competition, though.. it's a new coat, and Truffles' paws are sensitive to the artificial dirt.

Thomas McGraw [he/him]: Thomas is a demiromantic trans man, and essentially the baby of the shopkeeps despite his flawless taste in interior design; you'd never even think he still lived with his parents. On the job at Modo Home, he oozes confidence in a way that's almost obscene, reacting to every little idea a customer tells him just to gently guide them toward something a little less sore on the eyes, but as soon as his shift's over, the mere thought of talking to someone sends his adrenaline rocketing. He tries to cover it up as best as he can, wanting to fill the shoes that his brother left in the shopkeepers' friend group, while also wanting to make something for himself. It's hard to juggle, but he manages.. just about. His emotional support pup, Dudley, keeps him together well enough to at least get him going to his next shift, and out of bed.

Bruno Ortega [he/him]: A bi trans man who's fought his way through life to get to the best place he's been in years. The sole worker of Mr. Recycle, Bruno's more than happy whenever he's made himself work to do, whether it be a new recycled craft for himself or the town between customers, he's almost always busy with something new. If he's not crafting, he's picking up litter on the beach, and if he's not doing clean-up, he's taking himself for a jog with his rescue, Moxy, and self-made RoboPup, Roberto. He's a cheerful figure around town whose name sits well with the locals of Chow, and he's always thankful to be helped by those who recognise his hard work to keep the green town as it is. Though he thrives off being helpful, Bruno recognises that he's easily fatigued, even if having to face it hurts, and he knows that he pushes himself too hard under the smiling face he puts on. Getting more in-shape has helped, but his body can only do so much, and he's glad to have his cosy seaside home to curl up in when the day's got him bad. It's not a permanent fix, but it helps him through the worst.

Diego McGraw [he/him]: A cis bi man who's left a sour taste in his old friends' mouths. Once the rather unenthusiastic but well-meaning manager of Modo Home, now the bitter front clerk of Altesse in the big city who's been caught up in the side of city life you don't hear about, leaving him with bad habits that he scolds himself for letting his little brother know about. He up and left Chow with barely a goodbye to even Thomas, just an explanation that he needed something 'more than this', which Tom makes a quiet deal about each time Diego bothers to show his face in town. Whether the excuse was true or not, Tom and the others don't care, and Diego doesn't even know. While the others mourn the dorky mess he used to be, they're equally thankful he's cleared off if this is who he really is. Diego's too prideful to admit it, or even think it, but he knows that he fucked up. He doesn't belong to the city, nor did he ever, but he knows the look in his friends' eyes whenever he comes back to Chow, and it's that he's not welcome in the town he was raised. He never liked mutts, but he likes to be treated like one even less.

Nikita "Aitra" Dyakov [they/it]: Aitra made a bold first impression when they moved to Chow, to say the least. Entered the stadium with a bang and won second overall, having not even lost yet they went screaming to their coach about how it was completely unfair--their later trials haven't been too different, either, except for when they win. It's arguably worse when they're rubbing it in everyone's faces. It's a big presence in Chow, and they'd honestly be missed if they were to move away. Good thing Ted and Archie are here, else it probably would--aside from making a huge scene, it also utterly freaked out about seeing the two of them in-person during its first competition here. It watched the two of them on TV for years while training itself, so seeing them for real was exciting, and.. distracting. Outside of competitions, you'd think Aitra would be a bit less of a character, but.. nope, that's just them. They try to be the best at everything they do, even their fast-food job on their side feels their wrath, and they don't take 'no' for an answer. Well.. they don't take 'no' well. They're not spoilt, but they know what they deserve! They've always been confident and they have a naturally smug demeanour about themself, but they just want to do well, and make their mother proud. Boring sappy stuff aside, though, Aitra's alright, really. Brash and a bit pushy with how they do things, but not nasty by any means. They get carried away easily and will hesitantly acknowledge that maybe they're a bit much, but they argue that it gives them character. And it.. certainly does.

Abel McGovern [he/him]: Abel is a gay trans man, and Aitra's personal coach who he could not be more unlike. Having been a strong competitor back in his day, it took Abel a while to get used to being off the field after he left a hip injury for too long, and he still finds himself rolling his eyes at rookie mistakes from others. He was a well-known dog trainer and had won many-a trophy and championship, and now lives vicariously through his coachee. The two are polar opposites, to say the least. For every bit reserved Abel is, Aitra's three times as extroverted, and they're often bumping heads over petty disagreements, as much as Abel tries to keep the peace. They've hired him, after all, and he knew their mother before he started working for them.. he knows they just want to do well and, despite their differences, he wants to see them do their best. Abel can come off as grumpy from time to time, and isn't afraid to match a bit of Aitra's snark now and again, but his softer interior is never far. His criticism may be a bit harsh, but well-meaning, and he'll pull you up far more than he'd ever try to drag you down. He'll offer his help with a warm smile, if with a healthy jab at how you'd have to really try to mess that last move up, and at the end of the day, he wants to let others achieve what he once could, and what he still admittedly misses. Retiring from his old profession wasn't all bad, though. Some years later and he adopted his best friend, an older husky, Venti. She goes with him almost where-ever he does, only having her skip on his coaching with Aitra to make sure she doesn't frighten the pups--her age won't stop her young soul shining through! Plus, retiring from that job meant he'd move onto his next, and he would've never gotten to help Aitra like he has. They can grate on each other on occasion, and as much of a loudmouth Aitra is, they bring a good bit of amusement to Abel's day, and having someone so..��unlike him is.. new. He likes the quieter things in life in recent years, but Aitra keeps things fun.

Alyssa Hall [she/her]: Alyssa is a pansexual cis woman, and a runner for others who never quite gives herself a break. She mainly works alongside Abel to quickly fill in for him when he needs a break, but when not with him, she can be found doing quick jobs for others to make their lives a bit easier. She's swift and efficient with whatever she's been tasked to do and will perform it with a smile, even if being so eager to please can wear her down from time to time--nonetheless, knowing she's helping others makes having to get her breath back so much, worth it. From working with the two of them so much, Alyssa's made quick friends with Abel and Aitra, even if it took a little while to get used to Aitra's attitude. While they're off wearing themselves out with dogs, though, Ally likes to chat and cackle with Abel after he insists that she takes a break from fetching him coffee and delivering messages. She sometimes doodles plants and flowers in his notebook while she rambles to him, and gives a playful scoff to Aitra when they come over to quickly retreive a disc that got sent her way. For as much of a rocky start the two of them got off on, Alyssa's grown to appreciate Aitra's.. themness. Where she once softly scolded them for talking bad about other opponents before competitions, she now giggles and gives them a dissuading nudge, much to Abel's dismay, and may even join in if she knows the other person's out of earshot. Otherwise, she generally tries to keep them under wraps when Abel can't, even if she can get caught up in their slacking now and again, and they often hang out together when not training. She loves to drag them camping, reciting skills she learnt from her older siblings when she was just a kid and essentially saving the other two's asses when they scoff over unseeming bugs. After having years of practice, she's gotten a bit too good of a storyteller around campfires, and has had to comfort Aitra once or twice while Abel quietly lost it at Aitra's insistence that they weren't scared. All the trips out sometimes make Ally wish that she gave herself more time to just.. relax, but routines aren't exactly easy to break out of!

#oohhh you want to read about them all so bad...#you want to press read more.....#ill talk about relationships n stuff in another post but this is mainly just character descriptions #my head is so full #normally ive got worse brainworms over my nintendogs ocs #but rn im looking at the canon goobers like #My wives💛#(my ocs r the bottom 3)#i also need to draw em all more snoff #i might even write stuff. actual littyrature #we'll see ...#SAM ART WHOA #nintendogs #nintendogs fanart #nintendo #lgbt #lgbtq #queer

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ukulele-mixtape · 2 months

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Maple Scraps: The Siren's Call Chapter 9

context: tune (oc) has just arrived at restoration hq and is having A Time getting adjusted to being front and center in what she considers to be the heart of enemy territory. and it doesn't help that they're all nice and willing to deal with her shit attitude even despite her protests.

and the one who confronts her on that eventually is silver.

i.e. the trust building exercise chapter aka my favorite chapter that i worked on before i abandoned this fic

cw! for food, starvation, and slight disordered eating.

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It was a little late into the evening, and a few weeks since the trio arrived at Emeraldville. After countless introductions and friendly faces, all of whom questioned the reasoning behind their favorite blue blur’s…facial situation (prompting multiple unique reactions at her expense), Tune found herself in the midst of Restoration HQ the first day of her arrival. It was an underground base of operations in Emeraldville for something they called the Resistance: a ragtag freedom fighting organization formed with the goal of fighting in the war against Dr. Robotnik (whom she now was forced to learn was, indeed, actually named Dr. Eggman, adopting the nickname to spite those who hated him.).

She learned that after the “Zombot'' apocalypse spread across the globe, the original Restoration HQ was decidedly moved underground in favor of maintaining safety, security and allowing for people in need of a place to stay to rest their weary heads, helping out where they could as a collective volunteer effort. As much as something like this would seem like it’d be right up her alley, Tune felt suffocated by the talents surrounding her. She watched as soldiers trained and rattled off plans for supply distribution and mercenary work. Mechanical noise bounced against every wall, echoing inside the halls she silently passed through. People of all demographics ran around with paperwork in their hands, shopping bags full of clothes and food in their cheeks as rewards for a hard day's work. Community laced every facility this place had to offer, and yet Tune felt completely overwhelmed, struggling to find anywhere to breathe.

Tune understood she was right in the heart of the most dangerous place in the world for someone like her, and if she wasn't careful, she would certainly reveal herself as a threat they would have no problem managing.

So, for the next few weeks since the trio’s arrival, Tune made it her business to stay clear of anything to do with the Restoration. It wasn’t her problem to deal with, and it certainly wasn’t something she was confident she could even contribute to effectively, if she even wanted to. She’d force herself out the exit, skates retracted and ready to roll away into the horizon, considering just taking the chance and hopping on the next train back to Station Square so she could transfer and finally get her Ramtrax ticket to New Mobotropolis right this time. But even if she managed to scramble enough cash, she had the knowledge that these people finally knew her. She wasn’t anonymous anymore. She had stepped into the limelight she never wanted, a consequence of her reckless actions.

And each time she felt herself trying to leave without a word, without anyone knowing she was gone, she would hear the distant yells of some of its founding members beckoning her to return. Notably Amy Rose, a girl Tune deemed to be way too nosy for her own good, despite her earnest attempt to ease Tune’s worry.

‘You’re always guaranteed to be safe with us’, Tune recalled the conversation she had with Amy on that first week, Amy’s honesty seeping through all corners of her tone, cupping Tune’s clawed hands. ‘This is a place where people can come and go wherever and whenever they want as volunteers, but it’s packed to the brim with the best security around. No one is going to try and hurt you.’

‘Why would you assume I'm worried about something like that?’ Tune asked brashly.

‘It’s all on your face, Tune: you're incredibly on edge.’ Amy would reply. ‘You’re a musician right? You must be worried about those attacks going on all over the news. You look like you’re itching to break out of your own skin, like everyone in the world is out to get you just by looking in your general direction.’

‘Can’t say I’m particularly worried about getting caught in that drama in the music world. I don’t perform gigs anymore; getting panic attacks on stage ain’t really my style.’ Tune tried to cover, disinterested eyes turning to the side. ‘And I can handle someone trying to come at me just as much as I can handle a whole music setlist on my own.’

Amy would let go of Tunes hands, clapping her own together like the greatest idea known to man had just popped inside her head, eyes twinkling with excitement as she carried her thoughts out.

‘So why don't you take one of the dormitories for yourself?’ she’d giddily ask. ‘We can set you up with some sound equipment and you can work on your stuff there! I’m sure we have some instruments laying around in the supply room.’

‘Why would you wanna do something like that?’ Tune pondered. ‘I don’t got any money on me to pay for that kinda hospitality.’

‘It won’t be a paid stay, you’re welcome to be there as long as you want. And like I said, this place is for volunteer work. We’re not going to turn you down because you’re not quite acquainted with us just yet. That defeats the whole purpose of what we’re trying to accomplish here.’

In her mind, Tune could see exactly how Amy brightened up as she felt her eyes lock on to the pink hedgehog's. It was frustrating…she hated the idea of disappointing someone like this so soon. But she couldn’t just stay here. Not when there was work to be done elsewhere. Not when there was a chance Alto could be closing in. Not while he was still out there claiming more people into his ranks. And most importantly, not if she wasn’t able to do something in return to warrant the gesture.

‘…And if I say I don’t want it?’ Tune would ask.

‘Then it’s ultimately your choice.’ Amy responded quickly, as if she already had experience with conversations like this before. ‘No one will force you, but I do urge you to consider it, even if only for a day or two.’

Tune paused, contemplating. With an uneasy tone, she muttered out a simple: ‘...I’ll think about it.’

And Amy’s smile became infectiously wide. ‘That’s all I can ask for.’

And that’s what led her here. The final day of her third week, Tune, who once basked in the sensory input from all corners of the world was now begging for silence. The hustle and bustle of the underground city became too much for her to handle, and she was practically on the verge of dissociating from her body entirely. She needed a place to breathe, but refused to ask anyone around where she should go, lest they spark up conversation needlessly. So with a mindful eye, she studied the way people would enter and exit the facility for what felt like hours. A button here, two hidden locks there. Any time she’d catch someone’s eye, she’d bolt out in a panic, comically pretending like she was doing something important when anyone would try and circle around her.

And when she tried to walk away after a while of surveillance, she turned around the corner and got a face full of soft white fur.

“Whoops, woah there!” Silver exclaimed with a slight chuckle, a basket of all types of snacks, from pastries and sandwiches to flavored tea bags in his hands. It was weaved together by beautifully wooden straw and ribbon, wrapped cleanly in plastic wrap. Realizing who he’d accidentally bumped into, Silver beamed. “Oh Tune, just the girl I needed to see today! We were wondering when you were going to show back up again. Amy wanted to give you this personally, but she had a few errands to run.”

Before she could even blink, Silver thrusted the basket into Tune’s arms, allowing her to examine the contents up close. It was so…girly. She could see a tiny note on the edge of the basket; frilly, neatly placed handwriting etched on the parchment: “I added some extra cheese danishes for good measure! Welcome aboard <3” How did Amy know that she liked cheese danishes? She never told anyone. Was she like, psychic or something?

“I’m not one for handouts,” Tune stated, a little too coldly, trying to place the basket back in Silver’s hands. “Don’t you think you should give this to someone who’d actually deserve it, Floats?”

Silver shook his head. “It was made specifically for you, so you gotta take it. Amy’s orders.”

“Since when am I taking orders from her all of a sudden?”

“Since now.” Silver’s voice lowered firmly, slight annoyance laced in his tone. “So come on, eat up! There’s some good stuff in there.” He placed his hands on his waist playfully. He watched her eye the basket's contents curiously. She was hesitating to accept it. But that reluctance didn’t match her eyes, uncovered by her glasses, they darted around like they were desperate to rip open the plastic and dig in themselves. And so to goad her into committing, he pressed on with a wiggle of his brow. “If you don’t I will.”

“Knock yourself out, then.” Tune immediately responded plainly, trying once more to shove the basket back in his face.

“What, you don’t want it? Not even these here…mochi doughnuts?”

“The what?” She tried to play it cool, but without her glasses, Tune was completely exposed as she quickly retracted her hands to scan the basket more thoroughly, trying to find the doughnuts he promised. And then, embarrassingly so, setting up the next punchline of her life, her stomach grumbled in anticipation.

Got her.

“Now what could that be, I wonder?” Silver slyly pondered with an innocent tone, placing a finger to his chin, much to Tune’s dismay. “Come on, let’s eat some together! I’m due for a break, anyway.”

“Ugh, do I have to?” she whined, her voice small.

“Yep, captain's orders.” Silver gestured to himself.

“Since when am I taking orders from you all of a sudden?”

Silver flicked a small psychic wave at Tune’s back, pushing her to get moving. She stumbled a bit, but eventually took the hint and started skating along the pavement. A light blue aura surrounded Silver as he floated in the air and scrolled past her with a smile. He made a big waving arm gesture, beckoning her to follow him as he glided his way to the Victory Garden entrance, Tune skating faster to make sure she didn’t lose him.

“Since now.”

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The two sat quietly on the roof of Silver’s greenhouse. It took a bit of nudging for her to even try and sit next to him, but Tune eventually relented, pressing the button to make her skates detract again and hugging her knees with her arms. She had a bored look on her face as she gazed out into the distance, watching the sun set below the horizon. It was like she didn’t want to be here at all. Which, to be fair, she didn’t. At least not with anyone. Even still, Silver tried to take her cold demeanor in stride, watching as she set the basket down with her dominant hand, careful to ensure it wouldn’t roll over. He took the initiative to open the basket, confident she wouldn’t have bothered if he hadn’t. He took out a few of the items; a cheese danish and ube mochi doughnut wrapped in clean plastic film and an apple fritter for himself, setting the danish and doughnut by her side. Tune side eyed the pastries, not making a move. Her stomach grumbled once more.

“You know, you can eat it.” Silver jested, already starting to dig into his fritter. “You seem really hungry. When’s the last time you ate?”

“...I dunno. I had some leftovers from the train ride that I've been trying to salvage all week, but I think I finished them off yesterday morning.” she mumbled, placing a cheek to her knee, away from Silver's obviously worried expression.

“So…you haven’t eaten since yesterday?”

“Pretty much.”

“But why not just get something from the cafeterias or something? You can eat train food but you can’t eat when people offer you stuff?”

“I can eat it because I paid for it to be included when I bought my ticket. The cafeteria acts like a soup kitchen for the needy. I don’t need anything.”

“So you’re just comfortable with eating scraps, is that it?”

“That a problem?” Tune sneered in his direction.

“Well of course it is!” Silver wanted to strangle her. “No wonder you’re so grouchy. You gotta eat.” He pushed the pastries a little further towards her, trying to get her attention. “Try the danish, Amy’s pastries are really good.”

“I thought I told you I don’t take handouts.”

“It’s a gift.” Silver groaned exasperatedly.

“One I'm not really sure you realize I don’t deserve.”

There was a long, awkward pause after that. It’d been hard getting Tune to really say much of anything when she arrived that first week, this being the first real conversation anyone other than Amy had with her. She relented on Amy’s request for her to stay in one of the dorms, but never came out unless she absolutely had to, usually during the evenings when most people were heading back home anyway. Her eyes were always glazed over, like she hadn’t slept in days.

When she would be asked to do something around Restoration HQ, like cleaning, delivering paperwork or even organizing boxes, she’d do it without question, but retreat once no one had anything left to demand of her. She would never be willing to hang out, but would always be staring off into the distance on her breaks at people, like if she wanted to mingle but didn’t know how, or rather refused to allow herself to.

Silver had offhandedly vented out his concerns to Sonic at one point during a date to the park, the two hedgehogs finally having a brief moment alone after a long time apart.

‘Do you think she hates us?’ he’d ask. ‘I don’t think we’re doing anything wrong here…’

Sonic would pull Silver in close from the side, shaking his head.

‘I don’t think so,’ Sonic’s nimble hands would speak for him. ��Since I’ve known her, she’s not the type to want to get too close. She doesn’t want to let people in just yet.’

‘But she doesn’t act the way someone like Shadow or even Knuckles would do. Those two are just introverted, but Tune? She just looks so…not happy. Amy had given her all those instruments for her dorm and it’s really rare when we hear even a peep. But music’s the one thing she seems to enjoy the most, no?’ Silver’s worry danced around his tongue, unable to stop himself. ‘Do you think that there’s something going on? Maybe we can help her.’

‘It’s ultimately up to her to decide if she even wants that help, babe. We can’t just force it on her.’

‘But if she continues like this…’

Sonic gave a fond look towards Silver as he listened, noticing how he’d fidget around his benched seat in the park. Sonic took another bite of the food platter they’d been sharing, Silver swirling his soda cup around lost in thought.

“I’ve seen that look countless times in my life…’ Silver admitted somberly, sliding his pointer finger up and down against the sides of his cup. ‘In my time period, it wasn’t uncommon. You bury yourself into your work, you hide away in your bed, you barely function at all as a person when you think there’s no point to anything. I just worry she’s going down that same route.’

‘Maybe she just needs that gentle push then?’ Sonic would suggest. ‘Maybe instead of going for a direct approach, we just finagle our way to the finish line.’

‘What do you mean?’ Silver’s ears perked up in anticipation, tilting his head to the side.

‘Someone like Tune isn’t gonna listen to us when we’re hovering all over her.’ Sonic continued. ‘And unless she’s forced out, she’d rather spend the whole day locked away. So why not do something to casually ‘put her to work’ so to speak.’

‘‘Put her to work?’ She already works plenty at HQ.”

‘Nah, nothing like that. I mean, give her something to do. Something to distract herself. Something tangible, like maybe food, or trying to offhandedly persuade her into going on a walk. Something that seems innocuous so she doesn’t suspect anything weird.’

‘Do you really think that would work?’

“Well it’s not a guarantee, but it’s worth a shot, isn’t it?”

After that, Silver had caught her a few times when working at the supply depot, trying to stir up some type of conversation, anything at all to get her to familiarize herself, but she always would give a simple “Sorry I'm a little busy. Maybe later.”, and then would proceed to cut her break early in favor of more independent work, but that “maybe” never came. To say the gang was worried about her was an understatement. But how could they approach someone who made it their whole business to not be perceived in any capacity whatsoever? They had nothing to go off but her foul mouth, her interest in music, and her inability to accept any form of help from anyone who tried. She gave them absolutely nothing. Truly, she was a handful without even having to try.

But, she still did take up the offer to take that dorm. So, supposedly there was one thing, at least. If she didn’t want to be here, she had every opportunity to leave. But she didn’t.

Silver stared at his garden below. It had been a nice growing season: the spring’s rain helped bring many flowers to the forefront, allowing them to bathe in the sunshine they’d been working so hard to meet. The potatoes and carrots he had planted were sprouting beautifully, lush green leaves spread out across the crater in lined patterns. Silver wished that he could bring some over to Tune, maybe to have something to tide her over, but she’d already peered at the garden like if she knew he would ask. So he didn’t bother.

He didn’t want to give up on her though. He was sure he could break through, if only for just a little bit. It was like a puzzle that needed solving, and Silver wanted to be the one to do it. So, he tried again. He tried to break the ice frosting over this summer’s evening roof.

“Can I ask you something?” he began, glancing up at Tune. She barely acknowledged him.

“You're gonna do it anyway.” she said plainly.

“...Why do you keep saying that? The whole ‘I don’t deserve this’ thing?”

“Because I don’t.” she quickly uttered. “I don’t deserve y'all's kindness.”

“But who told you that?”

“I don’t need to be told, Floats. And I don’t have to be a brainiac like Lil’ Fox to know how I’m being right now. How I've been all week. It’s intentional. I need y’all to stop.” her tone was getting a bit more stern.

“Stop?” Silver shifted in his seat. “Stop what, exactly?”

Tune finally turned to face Silver again, raising her body to sit up, her expression angry, flustered. His worried expression only served to tick her off more.

“T-this! This crap,” she hotly retorted, wildly flailing her arms around as if to emphasize her point. “All these kind gestures and trying to check in on me. I see right through you; Who freakin’ wouldn’t? You guys are so transparent it’s almost insulting. But yo, not for nothing, why y’all trying so hard to make believe you want this? I give y’all nothing yet every time I try to pull away, you keep coming back and I don’t know why!”

Her face was hot, but her expression was that of total fear, like a cornered, feral animal.

“Because we want you to feel okay, we want you to feel welcome.” Silver tried to argue. “We care about you, Tune. And like it or not, we’re worried.”

“But why?! What have I done that warrants you trying to help? Why are you people trying everything in the universe to convince me I’m worthy of something I’m not? You don’t know anything about me.”

“But you won’t even let us get to know each other. Do you really think it’s fair to say we shouldn’t worry about you?”

“Y’all need to learn to put that energy towards people who need it more. People who deserve it.” Her voice was tiny as she hugged at her knees once more.

She wasn’t listening. No matter what, she was completely, utterly incapable of forming any other opinion of herself that wasn’t perceivably negative. It put Silver in a very hard position, the desire of wanting to help and not knowing how. She was being completely unreasonable with herself. It was like trying to convince herself of anything, pleading for her to love herself, or at the very least respect herself, would be null and void to even try for.

And then a light bulb stuck.

If Silver could convince her to respect herself just yet, she’d learn to respect others through her own actions of self care.

“So, do you only ever respond to people demanding things from you?” Silver asked, almost condescendingly. “Is that what you want? Is that what'll make you think you deserve something from us?”

Tune didn’t entertain him. But Silver continued anyway.

“If so, I want you to eat that danish,” he said. “And I won’t let you leave here until you do. I'll stay up the whole night if I have to. And even after that.”

Tune stood silent, but her eyes curiously locked on with Silver’s determined glare. He was going to get through to her if it killed him.

“...You'll be here a while then.” She tried to fight. Her stomach growled once more, betraying her.

“I’ve got all the time in the world. I live here now.” he said simply.

“...Pass.”

“Then how’s this?” he challenged, picking up the danish and practically shoving it in her hands. “I won’t eat a single morsel if you don’t.”

“W-what?!” she exclaimed, eyes widened.

“You heard me. I don’t eat until I see you do it. Any time you take a bite, I’ll do it too. The second you stop, I stop.”

“That’s insane, I’m not letting you do that.”

“Well if you don’t like it, start eating.”

“You're gonna starve yourself like that, dude! Don't be an idiot. You gotta feed yourself if you’re hungry. How else do you expect to–” she cut herself off.

Silver smirked, the silence all he needed to hear. He watched as she processed everything, from the way he looked at her to the basket separating the two. She let go of her knees and gazed at the garden below. And after a long, agonizingly long, silent beat, Silver watched as she took the mochi doughnut from the roof, and unwrapped it, looking at Silver one last time as she defiantly nibbled at it with the fronts of her teeth, choosing the wrong pastry to start with. He mirrored her actions, nibbling at the apple fritter still in his hands, and when she took notice, a scowl formed on her face, a blush forming around the edges of her cheeks. Aggressively, she forced the doughnut into her mouth without restraint, chewing grossly and never breaking that eye contact. Silver followed suit, shoving his fritter in his mouth alongside her. If people were around to see it, they’d look crazy.

He watched as she chewed thoroughly, like if she was putting all the effort she could muster in this one action. He didn’t relent, and only when he saw her swallow, even going so far as to open her mouth and stick out her tongue to show she wasn’t lying, seeing all the purple and golden brown bits of the doughnut stuck to her shark like teeth, did he do the same, mouth agape and all.

“Happy?” Tune grumbled, shoving the wrapping into her pocket.

“Very. But we’re not quite done here. I said the danish.” He pointed to the pastry in emphasis.

“I ate something. Isn’t that enough?”

“Nope. I said you needed to eat the danish. So if you want to do something useful, eat it.” Silver lifted his leg so he could rest his arm atop, rummaging for another snack in the basket. He settled on a fruit sandwich. “Remember, I don’t eat until you do.”

“Oh my–for the love of everything–I’m gone. Eat by yourself.” Tune growled, getting up from her place on the roof and made the attempt to jump down, but Silver was faster, quickly snatching her body with his power with a firm grip. Her eyes were threatening to bulge out of her sockets, and she wished so hard that night she could use her sonar wave to absolutely wreck his shit and blast him off the roof.

She was gently, but firmly, placed back on the roof of the greenhouse, her blazing yellow eyes staring daggers at Silver’s calm frame, only being released by her top half, her waist down still firmly in Silver’s very casual grasp. It was like holding her down like this meant absolutely nothing to him. She was desperately still trying to fight this, grunting as she was trying to fight against his iron grip and stand. But she couldn’t no matter how hard she tried.

“Nope, that’s not happening.” Silver said matter-of-factly.

“You better let me go!” Tune screamed.

“Eat the danish and I'll consider it.”

“I ain’t wasting more food!”

“It’s not a waste. You need to eat.” Silver didn't let up no matter how hard she fought.

“Silver, let me go. Now. I ain’t playin’ around no more.” Tune’s tone was dark, threatening, demanding, evident by her dropping Silver’s real name.

“Eat the danish.”

“Give it to someone else!!”

“Nope. They're for you.”

He was playing her game and going for that high score.

Another beat. Silver could swear he saw steam coming out from her ears. She blew air into her cheeks, her fur completely tensed up, eyes twitching, wrinkles all over that ugly expression. If he wasn’t so committed to this, he’d laugh so hard right now at her face alone, knowing she was imagining every conceivable way she could gut out his insides with her eyeballs. But he knew better, and he was desperate to help her. And while he hated being so relentless and admittedly uncharacteristically harsh, she needed to know she was deserving of that help, even if this was the only way to get it through that thick head of hers.

And then, once more, after an agonizingly long wait, she snatched the cheese danish carelessly and released it from the wrapping, looking away from Silver and towards the now completely starry sky. Silver followed suit with that exact same energy, opening the fruit sandwich and at the same as Tune, ripping a piece of the breaded good with his teeth. Tune ate, and she ate, and she ate some more. It started off quick, eating for the sake of getting Silver off her back. But the more she chewed, the more she began to really just…reflect.

For the first time since she left home, she allowed herself to savor every morsel instead of just using it for temporary fuel for a cause. She acknowledged the lightly sweetened pastry cream, the flaky crust surrounding it, the tender love and care that went into every painstakingly long step to crafting such a delicious snack. And by the time she finished, she was crying, this time for real. This time for a reason.

Silver watched as Tune carefully snuck her hand into the basket to grab another item from the menu of goodies Amy had provided, taking out around three and unwrapping them all. She ate quietly, glancing at Silver as if to demand he’d do the same. Content, he released her from his psychic grip. She didn’t fight. There was a long, comfortable silence in the air, the two just snacking away atop the greenhouse, taking in the gorgeous night sky.

“Silver?” Tune suddenly uttered, mouth full of snacks.

“Yeah?” Silver answered to her unknowing plea, the refreshingly calmer use of his name not gone unnoticed.

“...Thanks.”

Silver nodded and placed a hand into the basket, grabbing a bag of barbecue flavored potato chips. He opened it up, allowing the aroma to float into the atmosphere. And before he got the chance to place his hand inside the snack bag, he saw Tune’s hand closest to him reaching, clenching her clawed fingers like a child, demanding he hand some over to her. Silver smiled warmly, soft chuckle escaping his lips. He reached inside and pulled out a handful of chips from the bag, placing them in her hand and watched her eat quietly, sniffling all the way.

"That's what I'm here for." He began. "But you know, I don't want to keep doing this. I want you to take better care of yourself, if not for me, then for you. If you'd like, we can start small and eat lunches together during our breaks. Or I can teach you ways around the Victory Garden and you can harvest stuff for your meals. That way you don't feel like you're taking away from us or freeloading."

Tune's voice was hoarse, but genuine. "You're so weird. Caring about someone you know nothing about."

"I could say the same for you, Tune." Silver simply stated, his tone warm. "After all, you didn't want me to go hungry either. Sounds to me like you care without you having to say anything. That's why we gotta learn more about each other, right?"

Tune's mouth curled ever so slightly upward as she chewed the last remaining bits of chips left in her hand. Turning her gaze directly to Silver's, she muttered a small, "Whatever, dude." But the rude reply obviously didn't match her now calmed, slightly amused tone.

He’d eventually want to get a full meal inside of her soon, but for now, this was okay. Because Silver knew for certain.

He got her.

as a noted fun fact: this comic i drew a while back took heavy inspiration from this chapter. it's tune after her arc is completed.

#i know this is gonna come across as super dumb and cringe worthy #but i dreamt about this chapter like irl #i woke up completely frazzled and got to work immediately #there was a scene of them just passing snacks to each other for the whole night and it literally inspired me to work on this #i also wrote it in the midst of an incredible depressive episode (go figure) and realized i was just behaving like my stupid fucking glorbo #i forgot to eat or rather i just couldn't will myself to do so #when i did w my sister i felt so much better physically #food is comfort to me and this chapter really was comforting for me to write as well #but idk hopefully this doesn't come across as tasteless or glorifying bc that is obviously never my intention #this was also the chapter where i felt like i wanted to not woobify silver but also made him way too ooc looking back LOL #like i think it's fine here if not a tad excessive but going forward his characterization only gets worse SGFJHKSLDFJ i'm so bad at this #me being a professional contrarian: silver is not a baby he can and will kill if he needs to #also me: oh god this is too much i think i fucked up here #again it's a learning curve but i don't like....write a ton (especially not angst i am too campy for this)#and honestly i didn't start to take the hobby a bit more serious until early this year #so like the month i wrote this fic actually #WHATEVER i'm writing something better it'll be fine #maple talking shit #sonic the hedgehog #maple's writing adventures #maple scraps #sonic oc

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