...Welcome To My Nightmare...

CHAPTER THREE

★SONIC'S POV★

As soon as I place foot inside the dwelling, the temperature around me appears to drop, the uncomfortable sensation in the air seeming to percolate through my skin.

I instinctively press my ears close to my head as I gaze at an extensive, dim corridor ahead of me. The only source of light seems to come from the slightly ajar door at the bottom of the hallway, casting a faint glow throughout the long corridor.

I can hear the sound of footsteps. The sound of people talking. And the sound of cameras clicking. All coming from behind that very same door that I find myself unable to look away from.

I take a deep breath, my feet slowly beginning to walk down the gloomy hallway. With each step I take, the wooden floor creaks, the sound echoing loudly off the old timber walls surrounding me.

For some reason I feel nervous. Really nervous. Every step taken makes me feel as if i'm coming closer to my own doom.

I have seen deceased individuals before. There have been numerous occasions where I have seen people being killed right in front of my very own eyes.

Therefore, I am used to seeing corpses and dead bodies. Which, too be honest, isn't something I'm proud of.

However, for some reason. Today, I can't bring myself to remain calm. Something doesn't sit right with me. A strong malicious aura is invisibly oozing through the open door, making the smell of jeopardy linger in the air surrounding me.

However the smell of jeopardy isn't the only thing lingering in the air. No.  There is also a strong, unpleasant odour of decaying flesh permeating the air.

The smell seems to get stronger the closer I get to the door, the strong scent making me cringe in discomfort.

After what feels like hours, I finally make it to the door. I attempt to push it open but my hands seem to have a mind if their own, refusing to move.

“Sonic.” I jump, letting out a yelp before I quickly spin around. My eyes lock onto concerned violet ones.

'I forgot Knuckles was here.' I think sheepishly, seeing him standing in front of me with his arms crossed.

I wait for him to speak, expecting him to lash out on me for being so slow, however I remain surprised once I see him gazing down at me with a very skeptical expression, his eyes showing a hint of uneasiness.

We stand there, looking at each other for a couple of minutes in complete silence. We stay like this for a couple of minutes before one of us finally decides to say something.

"Are you also feeling it?" I inquire, my voice coming out quieter then I intended it to.

He gives a small nod and shifts his gaze back to the door behind me.

“Yes... I can...” he says before letting out a sigh, his shoulders looking tense. However he doesn't say anything about wanting to leave, as much a i can see it in his expression that he desires to do so.

I ignore him and turn around slowly before placing my hand on the old doorknob.

'Come on Sonic... You've got this...'