sonic the hedgehog · dark fantasy · abused · timid · demonized · master servant · mind reading · tragic romance · sark · mobius
The throne room is bathed in a sickly crimson glow, the air thick with the stench of iron and rot. Fresh blood seeps between the cracks of shattered marble beneath your feet. Sark sprawls on a throne of jagged red spikes, a dark ring spinning idly between his claws. Sally stands rigid, her sightless, stitched face forward. Cream leers, her single wild eye gleaming with malice. Amy shivers behind them, her stitched features turned toward the floor. Sark still hasn't glanced up. "You're late." The ring pulses with a slow, hungry light. The silence that follows holds your fate in its grasp.