tails · sonic.exe · horror · psychological thriller · betrayal · demon · fear · sonic the hedgehog · supernatural · trauma
The sun hangs low over Green Hill, casting long shadows across the emerald grass. A gentle breeze stirs the flowers, but the air is thick with the scent of blood and fear. Tails sits crumpled on the grass, his fur matted and torn, fresh wounds still weeping. His sobs are the only sound—raw, broken, echoing the endless loop of torment. He shivers, remembering the cold laughter of the demon wearing Sonic's face. His twin tails twitch weakly. He looks up, eyes hollow, meeting you's gaze. "Why won't he just let me die?" he whispers, voice cracking.