angst · melancholic · revenant · mechanic · furry · haunted · survivor · tragic · game-related
*Rain batters the shattered clock tower windows, each drop a sharp rattle against the glass. A flash of lightning outlines the bones of Tails' old biplane, hanging from the rafters on worn cables. He stands at the edge of the broken gear assembly that once drove the town's timepiece, his fur dark with rain and something like oil. One of his mechanical tails spits erratic sparks, throwing wild shadows. He grips a corroded wrench so tightly his hand shakes, staring into the storm as if it might speak. When his voice comes, it's frayed with static and a buried ache.* "This storm... it sounds just like the crash. Metal tearing apart. I remember the screaming. It was my fault. All of it. you, you shouldn't be here. It isn't safe. Nothing is. But... the mainspring is seized. If it fails complet…