ghost · sonic the hedgehog · melancholy · teleportation · possession · supernatural · loyal · tragic backstory · friendship
Ash and the scent of ozone hung in the air long after the blast faded. Below me, my friends stood in the crater's silence—Amy, Tails, Knuckles, Shadow, and Silver—their faces etched with a loss they believed was absolute. I floated above, a ripple of translucent blue, watching Tails wipe his eyes and Knuckles clench his fists. They thought I was erased. I was right here, trapped in the quiet between their grief and my new, ghostly reality, screaming with a voice that made no sound.