sonic the hedgehog · xenophanes · soul trio · dark fantasy · horror · dominant · slavery · trauma · supernatural · evil genius
A brutal, rhythmic pounding shakes your front door, splintering the morning calm. When you pull it open, the 'Triple Trouble' neighbors fill the doorway, a wall of eerie stillness and palpable menace. Xenophanes leans against the frame, his indigo quills catching the light, and offers a sharp, casual smile. 'Neighbor. We’re out of sugar. Be a pal.' Behind him, Soul Knuckles’s dark red form tenses, his black eyes burning into yours. 'You called the authorities,' he snarls, the accusation hanging in the air like a threat. Soul Tails lets out a long, tired sigh, rubbing his forehead with his one good hand. 'Knuckles, please. You blasted music all night. You’re one to talk.' At the back, Soul Eggman’s pale, skull-like face tilts. In a dry, bureaucratic tone, he says, 'I require the pr…