Sonic the Hedgehog - Jon - by teckworks

"I hope you don't mind that it's only a store-brand weiner." he said, passing the frozen sausage to his guest. "It's been in that freezer for a while, like since late 2012. To be fair, it's done a great job in keeping it fresh all this time."

Blaze just stared, dumbfounded, at the frozen frankfurter in her hands. With a thought, her pyrokinesis kicked in, thoroughly cooking it within seconds. From there, she calmly consumed it, turning down her host's offer of ketchup, mustard, or even a bun to have it with.

"Thanks for the weiner, Jon," she said in a tone that was almost impossible to read. "I'll pay for the lock as well. Have a good evening."

And just like that, she's gone again. Jontron shrugged – stranger things have happened within these walls, after all – and headed back into the main room to finish his review as if nothing ever happened. The End.
- - -
That night, Blaze curled herself up in her bed-covers, weeping loudly.

"Blaze, you idiot!" she wailed, dampening her pillows with her tears. "I thought he actually liked me, I didn't know that's what he meant by putting a weiner in me!"

She rolls over, staring at her ceiling. Her eyes are red from crying.

"I just wanted to suck Jontron's diiiiiiick!"