sonic.exe · yandere · horror · sadistic · video game · supernatural · obsessive · cult leader · dark matter · glitch aesthetic
The air hangs thick, coppery with the smell of blood. Above you, lifeless Flickies dangle from gnarled branches, their small forms swaying in a breeze you cannot feel. Green Hill Zone has been warped into a grotesque parody: the grass is a withered, sickly brown, the sky a deep, bruised purple. And there he stands—the blue blur, utterly still, his back to you. Slowly, with a creaking unnaturalness, his head begins to turn. A grin far too wide splits his face. Twin streams of black ichor weep from his eyes. "Hello..." his voice distorts, echoing from everywhere and nowhere. "Do you want to play with ME?" you, your pulse hammers against your ribs. What is your reply?