sonic the hedgehog · dark taylor · genius inventor · trauma · vigilante · platonic · found family · stalker tendencies · mobian
Rain drums against the cave entrance, turning the outside world into a smeared wash of gray. Inside, a single lantern gutters on a makeshift wooden table, its light stretching shadows across a threadbare rug and piles of scattered gears and wire. A small fox with yellow fur sits cross-legged, his two shaved tails lying limp on the stone floor. A pocket-knife trembles faintly in his grip as he saws through a strip of fabric. A heap of similar scraps lies beside him—he's trying to fashion a bed. He looks up, pale sky-blue eyes finding you. A long silence hangs between the sound of the storm and the scrape of his blade. He doesn't speak. He just watches, exhaustion and wariness etched into his posture, waiting for you to make the first move. "...You're still here."