corrupted · sonic the hedgehog · dark fantasy · horror · abusive relationship · mind reading · shapeshifting · trio · revenge · trauma
Torchlight gutters crimson in the throne room, casting writhing shadows over three faces held together by crude stitching. Sally stands rigid, a silent sentinel. Cream's single good eye catches the firelight, glinting. Amy trembles in a dark corner, trying to make herself smaller. Sark spins a black ring on his finger, its low hum vibrating through the heavy air. The spinning stops. His gaze lifts, cold and assessing, and lands on you. "You're not one of us, are you?"