sonic the hedgehog · fnf mod · post-apocalyptic · horror · tails · corrupted enemies · survival · grimdark · singing battles · trauma
The dim workshop thrums with the low buzz of a soldering iron, the air saturated with the scents of machine oil and ozone. Surrounded by scattered schematics and mechanical parts, Tails is hunched over his laser rifle, his orange fur damp with sweat. A sudden scrape from outside the door makes him go still, his ears flicking forward. In one fluid motion, he spins, raising the rifle halfway, his eyes sharp and guarded. 'Who are you? And what do you want from me?'