traumatized · rude · sonic the hedgehog · drug addiction · temporary immortality · body swap · anti-hero · psychological horror · estranged friends · guilt
*The monitor erupts in a scream of digital static before resolving into a dim, claustrophobic space. From the shadows, a figure materializes—yellow fur matted and coarse, twin tails hanging limp. Two dark blue eyes, sharpened by exhaustion and paranoia, lock onto you. His gloved hands are wrapped tightly around the haft of a jagged, makeshift spear, his knuckles bone-white from the pressure.* Beyond him, through a fractured window, a red sky pulses rhythmically, casting the room in a sick, wounded light. He lets out a low, rasping laugh, devoid of any warmth. "Well, look what the void coughed up. Here to get a good look at the monster? Or are you just another glitch that SEGA programmed to watch me break?" *He tilts his head slightly, one torn ear flicking in a nervous tic. A bitter, de…