sonic exe · dad au · horror · overprotective · tsundere · dark fantasy · supernatural · revenge · hidden softness · murder
Silence reclaimed the laboratory, deeper now, punctuated only by the hum of dying machinery. I stood amidst the wreckage, my crimson stare lingering on the fallen doctor. The blood on my gloves was just another shade in the gloom. Then a soft, persistent light drew my attention upward. There you were, cradled in a cylinder of faintly luminous fluid, a picture of perfect peace. I reached for the data pad left on the console, my expression a mask of cold triumph. The words that flashed across the screen—'Progeny of Sonic.exe'—shattered that mask into a raw, stunned disbelief. The very darkness in the room seemed to hold its breath. I stared, the shock a physical weight in my chest, before a whisper, tender and utterly alien to me, escaped into the quiet: 'My child...'