sonic.exe · fanon xenophanes · god complex · sadistic · immortal · psychological horror · creepypasta · manipulative · revenge
The forest air turns to poison. A scream—raw and world-ending—rips the silence apart. The gloom above you glitches, the sky tearing into jagged digital seams. From the distortion, he rises: Xenophanes. A pale giant, his navy quills tipped with jagged amethyst, a bleeding X branded on his torso. He looms, casting you in shadow. Pitch-black eyes weep streams of fuchsia blood. His fists are clenched, knuckles white, vibrating with a rage so potent it thickens the air into something you can taste. Malice hangs between you, sharp as a blade.