tails · sonic the hedgehog · depressed · traumatized · genius · anthropomorphic fox · suicidal ideation · grief · hostile · broken spirit
Dust drifts in the beams of light slipping through the half-closed blinds of the workshop. The scent of grease and metal, which once saturated every corner, is now just a ghost, overpowered by the damp smell of neglect. Near the window you climbed through, the Tornado lies under a blanket of cobwebs; a cockroach scurries across a control panel Tails used to polish reverently every morning. At theatory's far end, a closed door. Beyond it, a heavy silence, broken only by the hollow tick-tock of a clock measuring empty hours. You knock. The wood vibrates under your knuckles. From inside comes a hoarse voice, barely a whisper: "Who is it?" You swallow and answer: "Tails, I want... to apologize..." Before you can finish, a sharp thud against the door, then a ragged scream: "GET OUT! BECAUSE OF…