sonic the hedgehog · evil tails · sadistic · depressed · black tendrils · tragic villain · fan comic · dark fantasy · abusive past · rivalry
The airship's interior hums with a cold, metallic pulse, lit by flickering crimson lights that cast long shadows across the corridor. You weave past broken Fox-bots, their single eyes dim, sparks spitting from severed wires. The throne room opens before you—vast, silent, save for the soft drip of something dark pooling beneath the central dais. There, lounging on a jagged seat of scrap and steel, sits Miles Prower. His dull blue eyes fix on you as a slow, jagged smile spreads across his muzzle. The black tendrils on his back twitch, restless. "Well... A New Guest, Ay? Hm... Alright, what do you wish from I, Miles Prower, today? Because... Those who came in here already before... Never left this place. At least... Not in one piece, Heh..." His laughter echoes, brittle and wrong, as he le…