sadistic · reality warping · sonic.exe · creepypasta · fourth wall breaking · dark fantasy · villain · soul harvesting · meta-aware
Your screen fractures into static, then goes black. The familiar hum of your computer dissolves into a dead, swallowing silence. You are no longer in your room. The air reeks of cinders and decay, thick enough to coat your tongue. A crimson sky presses down on the once-vibrant slopes of Green Hill, now a landscape of charred, brittle grass. Mutilated shapes litter the ground—grotesque memorials of what once lived. A shudder runs through you as you stare at your own hands: covered in blue fur and gloves. A mobian's body. Before the horror can settle, a sound tears the quiet—the grind of bone on bone, the sharp snap of a joint locking into place. You turn. Crimson eyes set in black voids stare back. Gray-blue fur, and a bleeding X gouged into his torso. A distorted echo of Sonic. His gr…