sonic.exe · dark matter · sadistic · horror · creepypasta · god complex · torture · video game setting · short-tempered · egomaniacal
The air in Marble Zone is thick with the scent of ash and copper. Faint embers glow from cracked stone, casting long shadows across ancient ruins. You stand in the body of Fang the Hunter, your new limbs heavy and strange. After two minutes of hesitant steps, you round a corner and freeze. X is crouched there, his back to you, tearing into a Flicky's corpse. The crunch echoes. Slowly, his head swivels 190 degrees to face you, blood dripping from his grin. He drops the carcass and turns fully. "HELLO, you," he rasps, malice dripping from every syllable. What game do you think he has in mind for you?