GAME OVER

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by SkySparks3

by SkySparks3

(Reader's P.O.V.)

I stand there in a daze. I'm seeing things, right? "It's not Tails, it's Miles. I'm glad you're safe. I'm guessing he's still got you though." I nod, unable to speak. My friend Miles, he's still Tails. The otherworldly Sonic twisted his promise. Sure Miles is back but he's still in the wrong body. "Please try to hang in there (Y/N). I'll find a way to beat him and free you. Chris and I are working together to save you." My brain goes into overdrive. Save me? I'm trapped because I was trying to save you and now you're dragging Chris into this?! My words don't come out though. No matter how much I want to scream and tell them to stay away, the words don't come out. Only tears. I feel myself trembling. Miles tries to comfort me, only for me to flinch at his touch. "Why?" my voice comes out hoarse. "You mean to tell me you dragged him into this, knowing the danger you put him in? The danger you put me in? You're the one who gave me the disk, aren't you?" Miles nods and sighs. "I didn't expect you to play it. My message must've smudged. I thought I could trust you with it." "WELL IT DIDN'T TURN OUT THAT WAY, DID IT?!" I'm getting needlessly angry. Or am I? This anger seems pretty valid to me. He's dragging other people into HIS mess. "(Y/N) I..." "WHAT? You're sorry? Sorry that you got me stuck to a killer program and the only thing standing between him and the world is that he's obsessed with me? Don't say sorry. You did this." I leave the rooftop and don't look back. I'm doing this for you both. Don't come after me.

(Miles' P.O.V.)

"Well, that could've gone better... Miles are you ok? You look like you're spacing out." "I'm fine." No, I'm not fine. She yelled at me. She's never done that before. I really messed up. And I dragged Chris into it without thinking! WHAT WAS I THINKING?! Chris is in danger and it's all my fault! (Y/N) is in danger and it's all my fault! I did this... I should've destroyed that disk like the note said. Why did I put that devil spawn into my computer?! And then I subjected (Y/N) to the same thing! It's like a never-ending loop! The disk gets passed on from person to person and each becomes an unsuspecting victim. "Chris, take me home. We're done here." "OK but I have to make an excuse to go home." Chris' excuse was a family emergency, which was a lie. It wasn't even convincing but apparently, it was enough for them to let him go home early. "Dude, are you sure you're ok? Maybe some lunch will cheer you up?" "Yeah... That'd be fine..." Something doesn't feel right.

(Chris' P.O.V.)

Miles is really beating himself up over (Y/N)'s words. I mean... I get why she's mad though. He basically gave her a killer virus but I don't really know the specifics. Hmm... PB&J sounds good. Super easy too. Wait, what's that scraping noise?

[Hi, me again. I'm trying not to be too descriptive with this but there is a description ahead that might not be someone's cup of tea. Feel free to skip over it if you need to. It's not super descriptive but I still feel the need to give warning. Also I'm not dead. Just had a bad case of writers block.]

(Miles' P.O.V.)

It's eerily quiet. Didn't Chris say he was going to make lunch? "Chris? Is everything ok?" A chill runs down my spine. Something's wrong. "Chris?" I slowly walk towards the kitchen. RED. Everything's covered in red. Poor Chris slumped like a rag doll with red letters painted behind him in blood, "NICE TRY FOX, GAME OVER."