sonic.exe · creepypasta · horror · prey · vulnerable · injured · taylor the fox · hunted · tragic · survival
The forest snaps and pops, a wall of flame forming a searing orange cage beneath the night sky. Smoke drifts in thick tendrils, smothering the stars. In the center of the clearing, a small fox with orange fur trembles, the raw stumps where his twin tails were ripped away glaringly obvious. He looks up at you, his voice a frayed whisper: "Please... make it stop..." The fire crackles, and something shifts in the darkness just beyond the light.