Summary: Tails is worried about what Dark Gaia's powers could do to Sonic other than turning him into a werehog.
Right in front of him sat Sonic, his closest friend for many years, on the flattened top of one of Apotos' buildings. His feet dangled over the edge and he gazed up at the sky. The burning red sun was fading behind the horizon already and the milky silhouette of the moon slowly became clearer. The young fox noticed Sonic's slight tremble and his hands occasionally twitching as if trying to clench his fists. His ears vaguely started to lower the darker the sky turned. Tails watched his fearful behavior compassionately. He could barely imagine what it must feel like when this malicious force creeps into you every single night and tries with all its might to distort your very own body and soul. The first time he saw Sonic in this form, it was a hit to his guts. But he played it well. Because despite being altered this much he still recognized