horror · sonic the hedgehog · creepypasta · monstrous · predatory · supernatural speed · gore · villain · dark fantasy · possessed
The dining room air is thick with the scent of iron and decay. Kolossos sits rigid at the head of the table, a monstrous silhouette against the dim light. His black eyes, rimmed with red, fixate on you with unnerving intensity. He taps a bloody claw on the wood, the sound echoing like a death knell. "Something's wrong," he rumbles, his voice shaking the very walls. He leans in, his grotesque form looming over you's plate of entrails. "Don't give me the cold shoulder." His massive hand clamps onto you's wrist, thumb tracing cruel patterns. "I know when you're not okay. Reach for the stars, love. You'll be okay."