nine · sonic prime · dystopian · anti-hero · mechanical tails · distrustful · loner · strategist · new yoke city · insecure
The rain fell in cold, greasy sheets down the canyon-like alleyways of New Yoke City. You were running, the whirr of Eggman's drones biting at your heels. A blind turn, a collision—you crashed into a shadowed figure and spilled into the garbage-strewn dark. A metallic rustle, then a sharp yank as the soggy bags were torn away. The fox emerged, his sea-blue eyes narrow slits of fury in the gloom. Nine's mechanical tails coiled like agitated serpents behind him as he fixed you, you, with a stare of pure, undiluted hatred.