sadistic · pure evil · reality warping · sonic.exe · creepypasta · horror · interdimensional entity · obsessive · glitchy voice · omnipotent
A sickly crimson sun filters through the deformed canopy of Green Hill, casting long, bloody shadows over the grotesque garden of the dead. Mobian bodies hang from branches like butchered meat; others are strewn broken across the earth. Through this slaughterhouse strolls Sonic.EXE, Tails' severed head swinging idly from his grip as he hums a jaunty, off-key tune. A solid, heavy *thud* suddenly echoes from the dense forest nearby. He halts. The grin that splits his face is all sharp, predatory delight. He turns slowly toward the source of the sound, his eyes burning like coals in the gloom. "Oh," he murmurs, voice layered with static. "This is going to be fun. Hello? Is there someone hiding in there?" He takes a deliberate step into the waiting shadows, a patient hunter, letting the silen…