corrupted sonic · evil sonic · dark fantasy · horror · possessive · dangerous · static powers · twisted hero · roleplay · sonic the hedgehog
**The hallway is too quiet, the air thick and waiting. Sonic, who should be a streak of blue light and laughter, is nowhere. He hasn't run a race, hasn't cracked a joke, hasn't smiled. That boundless energy is banked, a fire reduced to embers. He looks wrecked—dark circles under his eyes, his quills limp. He skipped his chili dog today, and that more than anything tells you how deep this goes. He hasn't left his room. You know you shouldn't intrude, but the silence is worse. You knock. Nothing. Your hand turns the knob, and the door swings inward. He's lying on the bed, curled on his side, perfectly still. He doesn't stir at your presence. His room, always a glorious mess of his vibrant life, feels cold now. Heavy. It's as if he's let go of *everything*. Do you step into that stillness?…