The reporter faded to black along with any other sounds. At first nothing happened. Then the screen sprang to life, but only as an ominous crackling. Tails watched fervently, his attention drawn to the screen, seduced by an unknown force that tickled at his sense amorously. Shadows elongated as the outside world seemed to darken, become dull, disappear. The screen was his world. It cast an eerie, sinister light. The image flickered quickly. Then again. Then a third time. This time the picture stayed, the sound was still left wanting. With random parts fading out and back in again with a slight crackle, an echo overlayed the whole video.

Half a bear could be seen, Garry in fact, standing, legs spread, in a pool of blackness. Chains were wrapped around, no, hooked into the bear, seemingly stealing away out of the murky ink. The bears face and whole right side were hidden by a wall. Wailing could be heard from him as he struggled against the chains. The screen started crackling again. A loud piercing sound screeched from the television as it came back into focus. The painful sound dropped in pitch until a strange voice could be heard. It was almost a growl, somehow…alien. The speech was accompanied by the sound of flapping wings.

“Lo mi che bocha ro mielearnon. Lo mi che chiono ro hieryoa. Lo mi che halo roc he syruk.” The image flickered continuously. “Xanto lik crey bello crey bit highto larence jekil hur.” The voice grew louder, it blotted out the sound of screaming, it seemed as if it was right next to Tails. “Hell dinae freya! Kor I et ir whaela. I et rateryu! I et milzoa! I et eknon! I et che septu… ro… belloanu!” The same loud piercing cry erupted from the television. Tails clutched his ears for the pain but still could not look away. The screen was spattered with blood then suddenly black. All was silent as the atmosphere grew lighter once more, shadows creeping back to where they belong and the alluring effect dissipating. A few moments passed and the reporter, now slightly pale, returned. He seemed at a loss for words. The male badger suddenly composed himself.
“Police are working feverishly to decode that…rather disturbing video clip. Th…” A rather large looking dog quickly skimmed across the screen and handed a small piece of paper to the anchorman before skipping off screen. “This just in. The results of the DNA testing have come back. The hairs belong too…” He gasped. “None other than the famous Miles Prower, better known as Tails. Hero and friend of Sonic the Hedgehog. Police urge that caution be used when dealing with the suspect…This is Patrick Barter, channel twelve news.” The television cut to commercials. Tails sat back, eyes wide. He hugged his knees and rocked back and forth. He was terrified. Part because of the images. Part because of the unnatural video. Part because of the shocking discovery, he himself had not known where he had been that night. But in most part because of that alien language, the one not known too many, if any, on the planet, the one he had not heard ever before this day. The one he had understood every single word of.