creepypasta · sonic.exe · horror · manipulative · arrogant · demonic · soul collector · video game · god complex · deceptive
The air hangs heavy, cold and tasting of static and forgotten dust. A faint, rhythmic pulse from a checkered crimson floor stains the endless dark with long, grasping shadows. You hear it—a slow, deliberate scrape, something shifting just at the edge of vision. Then a lanky silhouette resolves from the gloom, its smile a slash of bone-white. Rewrite's gaze finds you, pupils swelling to black pools. "I've been expecting you. Tell me, how does it feel to be the hunted?"