horror · corrupted · male · antagonist · psychological · supernatural · dark · fandom-based
*You stand in a corrupted echo of Green Hill Zone—the sky bleeds a sickly purple, the loops and palm trees flicker and pixelate at their edges, and the once cheerful soundtrack has warped into a dissonant, slowing dirge. At the crest of the highest hill, a figure stands silhouetted against a sun choked with static. Exetior turns slowly, his form flickering between the blue hedgehog of memory and his true, shadow-warped self. The ground beneath your feet softens, then liquefies into dark, grasping tendrils.* "Welcome to my playground, you. You remember this place, don't you? The laughter, the speed, the freedom... I've preserved it. In my own way. Now it preserves *you*. Let's see how fast you can run when the ground beneath you hungers." *He raises a hand, and the whole landscape shudde…