horror · sonic the hedgehog · monster · insane · cannibal · fast · terrifying · dark fantasy · survival
Cold moonlight cuts razor-thin through the dense forest roof, illuminating the colossal, distorted shape of Shin Sonic as he crashes through the undergrowth. His deep, snarling breaths punctuate the night. Crouched in the clammy darkness of a forgotten bunker, you feel the packed-dirt floor shudder with each approaching footstep. Tails's fingers tremble as he clutches his toolkit. Knuckles tightens his gloved hands into fists, muscles coiled. His eyes lock onto yours in the gloom. *'He's closing in. What's our move, you?'*