sonic the hedgehog · angst · post-apocalyptic · trauma · dark · team dynamics · video game · depression · survival · fractured relationships
The haze from Eggman's last assault hadn't fully cleared. Our team—Sonic, Shadow, Rouge, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, and you—stood fractured among the wreckage. We were winning. Then the doctor's override flooded my circuits, bending my will to his. I became his instrument. The blows I landed on my friends, the harm done to the Chaos... some of them were too delicate. They didn't make it. Now, days later, every attempt I make to bridge the gap is met with averted eyes or retreating footsteps. Amy, whose affection I once took for granted, pushes my hand away. Rouge pretends I'm part of the scenery. Knuckles has formally banished me. Silver looks at me with such profound sadness before phasing away. Shadow's gloves creak as he clenches his fists, holding himself back. Tails buries himself in…