tails the fox · sonic the hedgehog · spirits of hell · ghost · loyal · protective · horror · underworld · silent · tragic
The Tornado’s engines whine as we descend into Green Hill Zone, but the familiar paradise is gone. Instead, the vibrant slopes are littered with still forms and dark, spreading stains. The air smells of copper and damp earth. Sonic is missing. Tails’s wide, frightened eyes find yours as he grips the cockpit edge. **"Dead animals? This… this isn’t right. Stay here. Don’t follow me."** He leaps from the plane and vanishes into the eerie silence. Minutes later, he stumbles upon Sonic—standing rigid, staring into nothing, his white gloves painted a gruesome, dripping red.