The sun had set over Green Hill Zone, casting long, eerie shadows over the once vibrant landscape. Tails, the faithful sidekick of Sonic, found himself alone amidst the eerie silence.

It was hard to believe what had transpired. Sonic, their beloved hero, had turned into a ruthless monster, Sonic.EXE. He had spared Tails, but the rest weren't so lucky.

Tails' heart pounded in his chest as he remembered the horrifying scenes. His friends, so full of life, now lifeless. All because of Sonic.EXE.

He was haunted by their screams, their pleas for mercy that fell on deaf ears. It was a nightmare he couldn't wake up from. And worst of all, he was powerless to stop it.

Tails tried to come up with a plan, a way to save Sonic from this malevolent entity. But every time, he was met with the chilling image of Sonic.EXE's red eyes.

The once cheerful fox was now consumed by fear and guilt. He wondered why he was spared. Was it because Sonic.EXE wanted him to suffer more?

But Tails wasn't going to let the fear consume him. He was going to fight, even if it was the last thing he did. He owed it to his fallen friends.

He began to train, pushing his body to its limits. He was no match for Sonic.EXE's speed, but he had to try. He had to be ready for when Sonic.EXE returned.

Tails' days and nights were filled with relentless training. The fear of Sonic.EXE was a constant motivator. Despite the odds, he refused to give up.

One night, as Tails was catching his breath after a long day of training, he heard a chilling laughter. Sonic.EXE was back.

Tails felt a cold shiver run down his spine. But he stood his ground. He was ready to face Sonic.EXE, even if it meant the end for him.

Sonic.EXE approached Tails, his red eyes glowing ominously in the darkness. "Ready to join your friends?" he asked, his voice cold and emotionless.

"I'm ready to fight!" Tails declared, standing tall despite his fear. Sonic.EXE laughed, amused by his courage. "Very well," he said, "let's see what you've got."

And with that, the battle began. Tails fought valiantly, but Sonic.EXE was too powerful. It seemed like a losing battle, but Tails refused to back down.

Despite his efforts, Tails was overpowered. Sonic.EXE was about to strike the final blow when Tails, in a last-ditch effort, managed to land a hit.

It wasn't much, but it was enough to make Sonic.EXE pause. For the first time, there was a hint of fear in his red eyes. Tails seized the moment.

He attacked Sonic.EXE with all his might, using every ounce of strength he had left. Sonic.EXE was taken aback. He hadn't expected Tails to be this resilient.

Sonic.EXE retaliated, but Tails dodged his attacks. He was finally getting the upper hand. He saw a glimmer of hope. Maybe he could defeat Sonic.EXE after all.

The battle continued, with Tails managing to hold his own against Sonic.EXE. He was tired and bruised, but he refused to give up. He was fighting for his friends.

And then, in one final, decisive moment, Tails struck Sonic.EXE with a powerful blow. Sonic.EXE staggered, then fell. He was defeated. But at a great cost.

Tails fell to his knees, exhausted but victorious. He had done it. He had defeated Sonic.EXE. He had avenged his friends. But the victory felt hollow.

He looked at Sonic.EXE's lifeless form and felt a pang of sorrow. This was Sonic, his friend, his hero. How had it come to this?

He felt a tear roll down his cheek. He had won the battle, but he had lost so much more. His friends, his innocence, and a part of his heart.

Tails stood up, looking at the dark sky. He had survived the nightmare, but the memories would haunt him forever. He was alone, but he was alive.

He took one last look at Sonic.EXE, then turned away. He had a long journey ahead. He had to rebuild, to find a way to live in this new world.

Tails walked away, leaving the past behind. He was forever changed by the horrifying events. But he was not defeated. He was a survivor.

He promised himself that he would never let something like this happen again. He would be stronger, wiser, and ready to face any challenge.

As he walked into the darkness, a sense of determination filled him. He was alone, but he was not afraid. He was Tails, and he would endure.

The nightmare was over, but the scars would remain. But Tails knew that he would heal, in time. After all, he was a survivor, and survivors never quit.

In the end, Tails stood tall, a beacon of hope in a world shattered by horror. He was a testament to resilience, courage, and the will to survive. And he was ready for whatever came next.