• He sits within the screen, watching you play.
    Cold, black eyes with a blood-dipped jewel on a string.

    The hellish, orange fur.
    Twin kitsune tails, giving off a message, "GET OUT".
    And shoes resembling the blue hedgehog heroes'.

    But this entity is not a hero.
    For no hero can go, without their brave 'souls'.

    He-no- IT craves them most of all.
    Devouring the pure souls, where only seven exist.

    Bearing the powers of chaos, they do.
    Oh no- he has six already-.

    Only one remains.
    Demonic powers this one bears.

    If it is taken, the doll gains power.
    If the seven are recieved, the doll loses reason to live.

    I sit in an underground alley, concrete in all directions, above, the yellow-orange light shines down upon me.

    The frost crawls down the hall, making it's way toward the final entity.
    You run as fast as you can, to no succeed.

    The demonic melody plays, filling your head with only one word, and many methods for it.

    DEATH.

    He's coming in closer, a wild stitched smirk across it's face, holding the bloodied knife that killed your relatives.

    Whose eyes you thought were the most beautiful blue are now the soulless black you see today.
    What is this demonic doll, you ask?

    I shall tell you, with my final breath.

    It is neither machine, nor truely alive.
    The bringer of doom, using what he can.
    It is the anithesis of life.
    Killing as many as it can.
    It is a void, which existence itself within it is meaningless.
    The void you cannot escape, the true meaning of death.
    It's insatiable appetite is for souls.
    And yours shall do great to please this appetite.
    He is every pain you have felt, every disease you have ever feared.
    But none of these have been inflicted-just yet-.
    He is everything and nothing.
    Yet never inbetween.
    He IS the future.
    He IS the omega.
    He is slightly orange, yet not so fuzzy.

    ♪♫Living in the City
    You know you have to survive
    Can you feel the sunshine
    Like a diamond in the sky
    There's no time to look around
    So take me back in time♪♫

    This.....being....is the Tails Doll.
    Say hello if you can, because the knife is at your throat, and your already dying of blood loss, as the numbness crawls up from your ankles to legs,torso to brain, as your heart is beating weaker.