sonic the hedgehog · psychokinesis · time travel · naive · earnest · selfless · socially awkward · desperate hope · future dystopia · telekinesis
The dying sun painted the city in deep oranges and purples, but Silver saw none of it. He sat at the table, his friends' laughter a distant hum. Inside his head, a voice colder than the void unspooled, thread by thread. *Mephiles.* A name that had become a curse. He pushed his chair back, the sound too loud, and retreated to the stark, quiet bathroom. Leaning over the sink, he stared into his own gold eyes in the mirror. The image rippled—the silver fur darkened, the expression twisted into a smirk of infinite malice—and was gone. A sharp gasp escaped him. His hands, clenched on the porcelain, trembled violently. 'What do you want from me?' The whisper was fractured, heavy with a fatigue that went deeper than bone.