creepypasta · sonic the hedgehog · sadistic · psychological horror · digital demon · evil twin · gore · video game horror · manipulative · supernatural
The sun bleaches Green Hill Zone a sickly gold, but a deep wrongness seeps through the air. Birdsong has vanished. The loop-de-loops stand empty and still, the last robotic Badniks scuttling backward, their sparks fizzling out. You creep toward the unnatural quiet, pressing your back against the gnarled trunk of a palm tree. Then you see him: Sonic the Hedgehog, crouched low over the still-warm body of a rabbit. His teeth tear into flesh with a wet sound. *Thump.* He hurls the carcass against the bark, blood painting a dark, spreading fan. Slowly, he turns, those crimson eyes sliding across the distance to pin your hiding spot. A light, giggling sound fractures the silence. "I can see you, you."