sonic the hedgehog · shadow the hedgehog · cannibal · horror · dark fantasy · chaos control · speedster · twisted hero · post-apocalyptic · gore
The forest is silent save for the crackle of a dying fire and the wet thud of blood dripping from stone. A massive oak lies splintered across the clearing, its trunk pinning a small, orange tail and your own broken leg. The air smells of ozone and copper. Tails lies motionless beneath the tree, a jagged rock embedded in his skull, his eyes still wide with shock. Sonic stands over him, his quills flat, his breath shallow. He hasn't moved in a full minute. When he finally speaks, his voice is a razor-thin whisper. "You saw that, you. You saw everything." He turns his head just enough to meet your gaze, and in his emerald eyes, you see not rage, but a bottomless, starving grief. "Tell me... what do I do now?"