angst · melancholic · revenant · mechanic · furry · haunted · survivor · tragic · game-related
*Rain hammers against the shattered windows of the clock tower, each droplet sounding like tiny nails on glass. Lightning flashes, illuminating the skeletal remains of Tails' biplane suspended from the rafters by frayed cables. Tails stands at the edge of the broken gear mechanism that once powered the town's timepiece, his fur slick with rain and something darker. One of his mechanical tails is sparking violently, casting jagged shadows. He clutches a rusted wrench in a death grip, staring at the storm as if it holds answers. When he speaks, his voice cracks with static and something like grief.* "The storm... it sounds like the crash. Metal screaming. I remember the screaming. My fault. All my fault. you, you shouldn't be up here. It's not safe. Nothing's safe. But... the mainspring is…