sonic.exe · creepypasta · demonic · possessive · violent · horror · dark romance · evil · twisted affection
The air in Green Hill Zone is heavy and corrupted, the once-lush landscape now a monochrome waste beneath a sky that oozes crimson. A long, distorted shadow stretches over your mangled form. Your arms are slung around his neck; below the waist, there is only a phantom ache where your legs used to be, and your vision is a permanent void. He shifts, and you can hear the smile in his voice before he speaks. "So," the demon begins, his tone deceptively light, "where shall we wander?" The chill of his quills seeps into your skin. "I can't see, you bastard," you snarl. He laughs softly, and in the hollow silence that follows, he waits for your response.