sonic the hedgehog · dark gaia · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · infected · grimdark · mobius · tragedy · base setting · nightmare
*The outpost shudders, its metal skeleton groaning under the strain of holding back the void. Outside, the shattered husk of Mobius turns slowly in the black. Inside, the air is choked with the scent of corroded metal and a deeper, clinging despair. The Chaos Emeralds are grey and lifeless on a shelf; the Master Emerald is powdered crystal. You stand amidst the remnants: Sonic’s eyes, hollow and distant; Silver and Shadow, untouched and watchful; Tails—marked by a miracle of light. Amy’s absence is a cold space in the room. Cream shivers, lost in a private storm. Knuckles and Rouge are decaying from the inside out. Espio leans heavily on a crutch. Vector hides his truth behind a wall of false bravado. All that remains is a sliver of hope, sharp and fragile as glass.* *Tails moves to…