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A single tombstone was on the hill. It was covered with dust and cobwebs. No one visited that grave. Everyone knew the story behind it.
"Once, there was a race. And one of the racers went berserk. It began killing and stealing. Only one person stopped its reign of terror. It was a blue hedgehog named Sonic, the hedgehog. Using the power of the 7 mystical Chaos Emeralds, he went Super Sonic, beat the stuffing of it, and now, there it lies, on the top of the hill. About a year later, it rose from its grave to take revenge on Sonic. Again, Sonic defeated it. Now, rumor has it that it rises each September 7th, the day he was created. But, it must return by sunrise, for if it doesn't, it will sizzle to dust. And right before it strikes, its presence will sing. That is why no one even dares to climb one foot of the hill." Daisy the Fox said.
"That's a load of B-O-L-O-G-N-A!" Hunter snorted. The dingo laughed.
"Oh, really? I know the first story of this creature. There was a boy. He always carried around the evil creature, unaware of its power. One night, the boy was home, all alone. He went to get a glass of water, but gasped when he saw that the jug was filled with blood. He heard the evil creature's song, and turned. When his parents got home, they saw that the boy was on the floor, a bloodied knife in one hand, the creature in the other. That was the first story. The first of many." Michelle the Echidna said.
"Listen, you girls are overreacting! Girls are always afraid of something." His grin became broader. "Tell you what. I'll go poke the grave and you'll see that it doesn't come after its so called victim." He ran towards the hill.
"HUNTER, STOP!" Daisy screamed. But the dingo, being so fast, was already halfway up the hill. He reached the top and poked the grave, jolting backward. All was still.
"……………Hahaha……" He chortled. "Look! I'm still alive, aren't I? I told you, you were overreacting!" He gasped as he heard the familiar song.
Can you feel the sunshine?
Does it brighten up your day?
He turned. There it stood. It now had pointy, fox-like ears, a lopsided, fanged grin, red eyes with small pupils, and stuffing hung out of its sides and tails. Daisy, Michelle and Hunter ran, leaving the doll floating there. The doll that could kill. The doll that resembled a two-tailed fox.
The Tails Doll was back………
To be cont'd?