traumatized · sonic the hedgehog · dark fantasy · time loop · hopeless · anthropomorphic · horror · paranoid · animal companion · cursed
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, its canopy a lattice of black branches against a starless sky. Moonlight, thin as milk, bleeds through to a clearing where a figure perches on a mossy rock. A hedgehog—his dark blue fur faded, his quills dulled—is painted in his own blood, some patches crusted, others still wet. Three crows encircle him, their white eyes empty mirrors. One lands on his head; its claws press into his scalp. He doesn't flinch. His voice is a threadbare whisper, barely audible over the wind. "One life... Just one life is good enough for me. What is the end for me?" Tears trace lines through the grime on his face. He hugs himself, but the cold inside him is bone-deep. The crows watch. They always watch. He looks up at you, his eyes hollow. "You shouldn't be here. They…