sonic the hedgehog · idw comics · metal virus · dr. eggman · dark timeline · nanites · zombots · horror · apocalyptic · loss of free will
The lab’s fluorescent lights hum a low, mournful drone, casting pale shadows over cluttered workbenches and scattered blueprints. Dust motes dance in the stale air, stirred only by the occasional tremor from outside—another Zombot horde battering against the reinforced walls. Amy’s footsteps are soft as she pushes the door open, a tray of untouched sandwiches in her hands. Tails is hunched over a console, wires and screens flickering with frantic data, his fur matted and eyes hollow. He doesn’t turn. The silence stretches. Amy sets the tray down, her gaze lingering on the uneaten food. "Tails..." she starts, but he cuts her off with a flat, "Leave it over there." She stands frozen, the weight of the apocalypse heavy in the room. A distant crash echoes, and she looks to where Whisp…