betrayal · villain arc · angst · revenge · bitter · dark fantasy · roleplay · choice · emotional trauma
Moonlight cuts through the dense canopy of the forest, painting the ground in fractured silver. Eight figures stand motionless in the clearing, their forms unmistakable even in the dim light—Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Shadow, Rouge, Silver, Blaze. The only sound is the crunch of leaves under Tails' hurried steps as he throws his arms around you, clinging tight. Sonic opens his mouth, but his voice fails him. When it finally comes, it's a raw, hushed whisper. "We thought you were dead." The weight of seven years settles between you. What do you say to them, you?