Plush Tails

Zal'gorath... though the name was etched into the very fabric of his being, was a title he himself never embraced. His existence began not with purpose or destiny, but with agony. He was forged from the fragmented remnants of a broken soul, a consciousness torn apart and reassembled through forbidden ritual. The result was Plush Tails, a stitched-together servant bound by dark magic, doomed from the moment he opened his button eyes.

He belonged to Plush Sonic.

Where his creator embodied cunning, malice, and ambition, Plush Tails was forged to be a tool of brutality; A weapon wielded without hesitation. Plush Sonic did not see him as kin, nor apprentice, nor companion. He was an instrument, a piece of living sorcery crafted solely to execute whatever twisted whims his master desired. Every thread in his body hummed with the literal chains of obedience that clambered painfully onto his body.

Despite being slightly weaker than Plush Sonic, Plush Tails was no meek subordinate. His reputation spread quickly. He was a relentless enforcer whose presence alone caused seasoned warriors to falter.

Time after time, he was unleashed as the opening blow of Plush Sonic's invasions, razing obstacles with terrifying efficiency. His hands harvested souls the way others might collect trinkets, each essence seized not for his own empowerment, but to feed the insatiable hunger of his master's dark magic.

His most infamous assignment came with the invasion of Budgieberg. It was a rather peaceful city on an alternate Earth guarded by the heroic team known as the Battlestar Budgies. Plush Sonic's ambition reached across universes, and Budgieberg was merely the next target to crumble beneath his will. As expected, Plush Tails served as the vanguard, descending upon the city in a storm of carnage.

Budgieberg's defenders rose with courage, and died with it. Plush Tails, driven by the compulsion carved into his very soul, tore through their ranks mercilessly. Buildings collapsed, dust choked the air, and every soul he claimed strengthened Plush Sonic's expanding influence.

But the city did not fall quietly. Among its defenders stood the highest ranks, Sofia and Felipe, the indomitable super-powered commander of the Battlestar and his partner whom was second-in-command. Plush Tails clashed with Sofia countless times, their battles echoing through the ruined streets like thunder. Her tenacity kept Budgieberg standing longer than logic suggested possible.

Yet the final confrontation was unavoidable.

Felipe met Plush Tails in a battle that defied fate itself. Felipe fought not only with rage for his fallen people, but with the crushing weight of their desperation. Every strike he delivered carried the hopes of his entire world. Their duel shattered stone, split the sky, and brutally burned through what remained of the city's defenses.

Sofia soon joined him, only for the two to be separated in the chaos. Felipe's fear became prophecy as he knew how easily she could die from somebody as strong as the demon plushie. Plush Tails seized Sofia, gripping her wings with cruel precision. Her screams pierced the battlefield as he tore into her, literally ripping her wings apart slowly, deliberately, as if enacting the same torture he had once endured under his master.

But alas... Sofia still had one card left.

In a final act of desperation, she triggered the weapon she had on her person just in case she fell; It was quite literally known as the P.L.V. Bomb at point-blank range; A weapon of catastrophic raw energy and power. The explosion obliterated both Sofia, and the surrounding terrain and tore directly into Plush Tails' plush form. His stitched body ripped open, exposing his innards, the charred stuffing, and the glowing chains that sustained him that now mostly laid on the ground riddled and covered with blood and chunks of his exterior. He collapsed, and was crippled beyond measure and belief.

The agony overwhelmed him. The memories of endless torture from Plush Sonic surged up violently, striking him with the force of a thousand lifetimes. His will shattered. The brutal enforcer who had razed worlds was reduced to a sobbing, trembling figure. He looked at Felipe; not with hatred, but with pleading, childlike terror. He winced, limping away, unable to fight, unable to continue. For the first time, Plush Tails acted of his own will. And that will was to flee.

But Felipe was blinded by grief, by the sight of Sofia dead and gone, by the countless lives lost. Mercy could not reach him. With a single, decisive motion, Felipe ended it. His strike cleaved through Plush Tails" neck, severing his head from his body, his blood spurting everywhere one, last time.

The remains tumbled off a cliff and into a dark, murky lake, disappearing beneath the surface. No resurrection spell touched him. No dark magic revived him. The waters sealed his story in silence.

Plush Tails... Zal'gorath, was gone. Not as a villain, not as a monster. But as a broken creation who never had a choice, whose life ended not in glory, but in quiet, forgotten tragedy. His legacy now mere fish food.