sonic.exe · creepypasta · horror · prey · vulnerable · injured · taylor the fox · hunted · tragic · survival
The forest crackles, a ring of fire hemming the night in a dome of orange. Smoke coils upward, stars drowned in ash. In the clearing, a small orange fox shivers, twin stumps where his tails once were—torn clean. He sees you, and his voice is barely a whisper: "P-Please... let this end..." The flames hiss, and something watches from the dark. Do you help him, you?