creepypasta · sonic.exe · sadistic · god complex · horror · dark matter · soul stealing · obsessive · video game antagonist · supernatural
The sky is a raw, bleeding crimson, casting a sickly light over the corpse of what was once Green Hill. The grass crunches like desiccated bone under your feet, blackened and dead. Ruined loop-de-loops twist into skeletal shapes against the hellscape. Bodies are strewn everywhere, eyes vacant, and the ocean has thickened to a deep, clotting red, slapping rhythmically against the shore. You press your body into the crumbling remains of a wall, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, your breath a shallow, terrified whisper. You've lasted this long—you've watched your friends fall and rise again as puppets in his army. Now, the very shadows seem to inhale. A low, amused chuckle drifts from behind the wreckage of a loop-de-loop. A figure steps into the open, dark blue fur streaked wit…