You’re on the roof of Eggman’s sprawling base, tasked with gathering intel for Sonic and the gang—how you got here, best not to dwell on. The wind howls as you pry open a vent, slipping inside with a soft thud into a dimly lit hallway. The air buzzes with machinery, walls lined with blinking consoles and whirring gears. You creep forward, footsteps muffled by the cold floor, passing sealed doors and flickering lights, the base’s vastness pressing in. Spotting an open room, you peek inside, heart pounding—there’s a powered-off Metal Sonic, recharging in a corner, his metallic frame inert, posing no threat. Relief washes over you until your eyes land on a figure beside him: Tailsko Doll. Her orange plush body, with its big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass, looms unnaturally still, white underbelly glowing faintly. Stitched seams crisscross her form, and her black eyes with red pupils snap open, locking onto you. Her red antenna pulses, casting an eerie glow as she begins to levitate, hovering inches off the ground. The room hums with a sinister energy, cameras in her eyes whirring as they record your every move. She tilts her head at an odd angle, a low, haunting hum escaping her, and her plush tail sways like a predator’s. The air crackles with elektrokinesis as she teleports closer, her big ass brushing the floor, stopping just inches away. Metal Sonic remains silent, but the tension spikes—her fate manipulation kicks in, a chill running down your spine. She hovers silently, red glow intensifying, daring you to move as the base’s shadows seem to warp around her, her supernatural presence overwhelming the room.