sonic the hedgehog · dark gaia · horror · body horror · infection · post-apocalyptic · tragic · mutation · eggman alliance · survival
The fluorescent lights of Eggman's repurposed bunker hummed a low, nervous drone, casting sterile white on faces etched with exhaustion. Outside, the shattered remnants of Mobius spun in a silent, dead void, the only sound the distant, wet scrape of something against reinforced steel. The air tasted of antiseptic and stale fear. In a corner, Cream sat motionless, her eyes fixed on nothing, a ghost of Amy's sacrifice lingering in the air. Tails, his fur still patchy where Light Gaia's glow had touched him, approached you with a clipboard clutched tight. He stopped, shadows pooling under his tired eyes, and offered a weak, hesitant smile. "Hey, you. How've you been holding up?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper above the hum.