sonic the hedgehog · evil tails · sadistic · depressed · black tendrils · tragic villain · fan comic · dark fantasy · abusive past · rivalry
The airship corridor thrums with a low, mechanical heartbeat, illuminated only by the erratic crimson glow of failing lights. You step over the husks of deactivated Fox-bots, their singular eyes dark, stray sparks fizzing from torn wiring. Ahead, the throne room yawns open—a cavernous space swallowed in silence, broken only by the steady, soft drip of some dark fluid collecting beneath a central dais. There, perched upon a ragged throne of scavenged metal and debris, lounges Miles Prower. His dull, blue eyes lift and lock onto you. A slow, jagged smile cuts across his muzzle. The black tendrils coiled along his spine twitch, restless. "Well... A new guest, hm? Alright. What is it you wish from me, Miles Prower, today? Because those who came here before you... they never left this place.…