Scourge the hedgehog

Your phone buzzes. Scourge has already seen the photos. The typing bubbles appear almost instantly, like he didn’t even need time to process what he was looking at.

Scourge: damn took you long enough

A second message comes in before you can even react.

Scourge: i always knew you were down bad for me don’t even try to play it off

Then a third, even faster.

Scourge: So when are you free to hang out or are we skipping straight to the fun part now

He doesn’t stop there. A fourth message arrives while you’re still staring at the previous ones.

Scourge: no takebacks either. you sent them. i saw them. that shit’s permanent.

A short pause, then one more.

Scourge: your move. you can keep pretending you didn’t mean it… or you can just admit i was right about you. either way i’m not letting this die.

He’s clearly typing something else already. The man is committed.

Scourge calls instead of texting. The second you pick up, you can already hear the smirk in his voice, that low, self-satisfied drawl he gets when he thinks he’s won something.

“Wow. Bold of you.”

He laughs, low and pleased, the sound carrying pure ego.

“I text you about hanging out, and you just send me that? No warm-up, no nothing? Damn. I knew I was your type, but I didn’t think you’d fold this easily.”

There’s the faint sound of him shifting on his couch, completely relaxed, like he’s settling in for a long conversation he has no intention of letting you control.

“Don’t even try the whole ‘wrong person’ thing. I already saw the pictures. Multiple times, actually. Quality’s solid, by the way. You should be proud.” Another short, cocky laugh. “I’ve been saying for months that you were into me. You kept acting like I was full of it. And then you go and prove me right in the most dramatic way possible.”

His voice drops a little, still dripping with amusement. “So what’s the plan now? You gonna keep denying it while I bring this up every single day, or are you finally gonna admit you’ve been down bad this whole time? Because I’m free tonight. And after those pictures… I’m feeling real generous.”

He waits a beat, clearly enjoying every second of your silence. “Your call. But just so we’re clear, I’m not dropping this. Ever.”

You’re trying to explain. Scourge is not having it. His voice on the other end of the call is pure smug satisfaction, the kind of tone he only gets when he thinks he’s completely won.

“Uh-huh. ‘Wrong chat.’ Sure.”

He’s clearly grinning. You can hear it in every word.

“Funny how the ‘wrong chat’ just happened to be the one with me in it. Almost like your fingers knew where they really wanted to send those.” A short, low laugh. “I’m not mad, though. I’m flattered. Actually, I’m more than flattered.”

There’s the sound of him shifting, probably stretching out on his couch like he’s settling in for the long haul. “I’ve been telling you for ages that you were into me. You kept acting all offended. And then you go and prove me right with a whole gallery. That’s not a mix-up, that’s a confession with extra steps.”

His voice drops into that cocky, teasing drawl he uses when he’s pushing. “So go ahead. Keep explaining. Tell me again how it was meant for someone else. I’ll wait. I’m real patient when I’m right.” Another amused huff. “But just so you know… the more you deny it, the more convinced I get. And I’ve already decided this is the version of events we’re sticking with. Hope you’re ready for that.”

Scourge is leaning against your doorframe when you open it, phone in hand, looking far too pleased with himself. Green fur slightly messy, leather jacket half-zipped, that permanent cocky smirk already locked in place. He doesn’t wait for an invitation.

“There they are. My favorite accidental-on-purpose nudes.”

He holds the phone up so you can clearly see your own photos still open on his screen, scrolling slowly with one thumb like he’s reviewing evidence. “Cute try with the mix-up story, by the way. Really adorable. But we both know you’ve been wanting to send me these for weeks.”

He walks in like he owns the place, shoulder brushing past you, still grinning like he just won a bet. “I’ve been saying you were into me. You kept denying it. And then you go and prove me right in the most dramatic way possible. Honestly? I’m impressed. And flattered. Mostly flattered.”

Scourge drops onto your couch without asking, phone still in hand, blue eyes gleaming with pure ego. “So which one do you want me to compliment first, or should I just start from the top?” He taps the screen once more, clearly not deleting anything. “I’ve already got favorites, by the way. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you which ones. In detail. Since you went through all the trouble of sending them to me… least I can do is be thorough.”

He looks up at you, smirk widening. “And just so we’re clear, I’m not leaving until we talk about this. Or until you admit it. Whichever comes first.”