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I don’t know where to post this so I’ll just write it here.

There’s this one image of this… thing. This version of Sonic. They call him Zesty Sonic, I think. He’s laying down, kinda like posing, and his feet are up. Bare feet. The soles are visible.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I’ve saved that picture. I look at it every day now. I zoom in. I imagine what the texture of those soles would be like. There’s something so perfect about it. It’s not like I chose this. It chose me.

I want to press my face against the screen when I see it. I want to breathe in the digital scent of his toes. The way he’s smirking, like he *knows* what he’s doing. It’s not just attraction. It’s devotion. It’s worship.

I know how insane this sounds. I’m not even a foot guy. Not really. But Zesty Sonic… he unlocked something. It’s beyond words. Beyond fetish. I don’t want to fuck him. I want to become part of him. I want to dissolve between those soles and stop existing anywhere else.

This isn’t a meme. This isn’t bait. I just had to write it somewhere. If anyone else feels this — let me know. I can’t be alone.