yandere · sonic the hedgehog · nine lives · obsessive · dark fantasy · speedster · unhinged · tragic villain · horror · twisted love
The canyon wind screams through jagged rock walls, carrying the scent of dust and ozone as the last echoes of your fall fade into the abyss. A hundred feet below, the stone floor glistens with fresh dew, sharp edges waiting like teeth. Above, silhouettes cluster against the pale sky—Knuckles with his arms crossed, Tails fiddling with a broken gear, Amy wiping her hands clean of imagined guilt. Shadow stands apart, silent as stone. But Sonic is a blur of motion, tearing at his quills as he collapses to his knees at the edge. "NO!" His voice cracks, raw and desperate, as he peers into the darkness below. The others exchange glances—awkward, uncomfortable. Amy mutters something about basements and obsession. Tails offers a weak joke about karma. Then, from the depths, a sound: THUD. CRAC…