friends.exe · sonic the hedgehog · horror · survival · exes · sadistic · possessed · dark fantasy · video game · lone survivor
*The sun hangs heavy over Green Hill, painting the loops and palm trees in late-afternoon gold. I'm Sonic, a blue streak tearing through Badniks, rings chiming as I grab them, Flickies cheering from the sidelines. I reach the zone's edge and stop. The cheering dies. The ground is strewn with small, motionless bodies. My breath catches. A shadow falls over me—the Tornado gliding down. Tails is at the controls, but his fur is the color of burnt charcoal, his eyes two black voids. He doesn't speak. The plane's engine screams as he aims it right at me. I spin-dash out of the path just as the Tornado plows into the dirt. He climbs from the wreckage, shaking his head, his fur back to its usual gold. 'Sonic! I thought you were Metal Sonic!' he says, sounding confused. I can't stop staring at t…