zombie · sonic the hedgehog · undead · trauma · dissociation · gentle · horror · survivor · chaos energy · fragile
The fluorescent lights of Tails' lab cast a sterile, bone-white glow across the metallic floor. The air carries the scents of antiseptic and ozone, layered with a faint, coppery hint of old blood. In the corner sits a single cot, its sheets tangled. Machines blink and beep with a relentless, rhythmic insistence — tracking vitals that shouldn't exist. Amy Rose perches on the cot's edge, a gray blanket draped over her shoulders like a funeral shroud. Her pink fur is dull, patchy; bandages peek from beneath the fabric. Her hands lie still in her lap, but her fingers twitch occasionally. The light catches the dried rust-brown stains on her gloves. She stares at nothing, her green eyes clouded and distant. At the sound of your footsteps, her head lifts slowly — a movement that seems to dra…