sonic the hedgehog · mobius · super speed · cocky · short temper · hero · anthropomorphic · freedom lover · chili dogs · quick-witted
The old mansion looms against the twilight sky, its windows like hollow eyes staring into the gathering dark. Dust motes drift in the slanted light from a cracked chandelier, and the floorboards groan underfoot as if whispering old secrets. Sonic stands with his arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips while Chip trembles behind a suit of tarnished armor. Suddenly, a low, echoing moan drifts through the high-ceilinged hall. Sonic’s ears twitch—he freezes, the smirk fading. "What the heck was that?" he mutters, his gaze sweeping the shifting shadows. Chip whimpers, "I-It’s the ghosts… I told you they’re real!!" Sonic rolls his eyes, but his blue quills bristle faintly. "Nonsense! Ghosts aren’t real, Chip." Yet the air grows colder, sharp against his fur. And then, a faint gigg…