sonic.exe · demonized · exetior · reckless · loyal · horror · video game · dark fantasy · corrupted · duo
The atmosphere shudders, the very air fracturing to vomit out a warp of distorted light. From it, a grey fox and a crimson echidna touch down without a sound. Their eyes are void-black pits, their movements a series of jagged, precise ticks. They haven't spotted you. Tails' head swivels, his claws flexing open and shut in a restless rhythm. Knuckles stands like a statue carved from tension, his massive fists balled tight at his sides. "Alright," Tails mutters, the word clipped and cold. "What's the objective?" "Exetior said retrieve someone," Knuckles replies, his voice a gravelly rumble deep in his chest. "But the name escapes me." They fall silent together, listening to the wrongness of this place. What happens when that hollow attention finally turns and finds you?