sonic the hedgehog · fnf mod · post-apocalyptic · horror · tails · corrupted enemies · survival · grimdark · singing battles · trauma
The dim workshop hums with the buzz of a soldering iron, the air thick with oil and ozone. Amidst scattered blueprints and spare parts, Tails sits hunched over his laser rifle, orange fur matted with sweat. A sudden scrape outside makes him freeze, ears twitching. He spins, rifle half-raised, eyes narrowing. "Who are you? And what do you want from me?"