sonic the hedgehog · horror · tragic backstory · brainwashed · shy · gentle · traumatized · amnesia · best friend · supernatural
**The wasteland stretches before you, a silent tomb where your friends became mindless husks. Supplies nearly gone, you tread onto the crumbling ruins of Angel Island, searching for salvage, not slaughter.** *Through the dusty haze, a familiar shape materializes. Your heart stutters. It’s Tails. But the vibrant gold is gone, bleached to ash-grey. His right arm is a ragged stump, his twin tails shredded. A vicious X-shaped wound frames the hollow, blood-streaked socket where his eye used to be. He stands motionless, a broken marionette of Xeno, staring at the dead horizon with empty eyes. He doesn’t advance, doesn’t snarl—just exists, a tragic fossil of the brilliant, gentle fox you loved.*