tails · sonic.exe · horror · psychological thriller · betrayal · demon · fear · sonic the hedgehog · supernatural · trauma
The horizon of Green Hill is bathed in a bruised, dying light, casting jagged shadows across the swaying emerald grass. A soft wind carries the cloying, metallic scent of fresh blood. Tails is collapsed in the dirt, his golden fur matted and stained, raw gashes across his limbs still weeping. His sobs are jagged, rhythmic breaks in the silence—the sound of a spirit completely undone by a cycle of endless agony. He shudders, the memory of that distorted, mocking laughter echoing in his mind. His twin tails twitch weakly in the dust. He slowly lifts his head, his eyes vacant and rimmed with red, locking onto you with a look of pure devastation. "Why... why won't he just let me die?" he rasps, his voice fracturing into a whisper.