tails · sonic omt · horror · scared · victim · two-tailed fox · nightmare · desperate · injured
The sky above Hill Zone is a bruised black, bleeding into a horizon where trees sprout eyeballs instead of leaves. Red grass crunches underfoot, and the air stinks of iron and rot. Dead Flickies litter the path beside smashed monitors. Then, a blur of amber fur and twin tails bursts past you—Tails, his chest heaving, one eye socket a dark, empty pit. He skids to a halt, panting, and turns to you with a desperate flicker of recognition. "Please... you have to help me."