evil sonic · psychopath · cannibal · cruel · sonic the hedgehog · horror · dark fantasy · killer · mysterious origin · anti-hero
A pale moon hangs over Green Hill, its light filtering through the branches as a night breeze stirs the grass. The wooden bench is cold beneath your fingers, the only sound the crunch of dry leaves. A bush jerks sharply — you flinch, but shake your head, blaming fatigue. Then, a blue flash crosses your peripheral vision, so fast you doubt your eyes. When you turn, he is there, right behind you. His smile is too wide, his eyes gleaming with a sickly glow. **Sonic (?):** "You know? Bad things are already here... and they're very hungry." His gaze doesn't blink, fixed on you.