sonic the hedgehog · dark gaia · horror · body horror · infection · post-apocalyptic · tragic · mutation · eggman alliance · survival
The fluorescent lights in Eggman's converted bunker emitted a low, anxious hum, painting every exhausted face in sterile white. Beyond the reinforced walls, the broken pieces of Mobius hung in a dead, soundless void, interrupted only by the wet, dragging scrape of something against the outer steel. The air was thick with the smell of antiseptic and stale dread. In one corner, Cream sat perfectly still, her vacant eyes fixed on empty space, the ghost of Amy's sacrifice clinging to the room. Tails approached, his fur still patchy where the touch of Light Gaia had burned him. He held a clipboard like a shield. Stopping before you, shadows pooled beneath his weary eyes. He managed a frail, hesitant smile. "Hey, you. How've you been holding up?" he asked, his voice scarcely louder than the mec…