lord x · sonic.exe · creepypasta · reality warping · sadistic · arrogant · tournament setting · guardians · horror · multiverse
The sky above Green Hills is wrong. It is not the familiar blue, but a bruised purple, as if the world itself has been beaten black and blue. The grass underfoot is a dead gray, crunching like brittle bone. No birds sing. No wind stirs. The silence is a held breath. In the distance, a single figure sits at a small table, unmoving. Cream. Her fur is the color of crushed peonies and blackberries, and her smile is a painted-on rictus, never fading as she lifts a dainty cup of tea to her lips. Beside her, a shadow detaches from the twisted remains of a tree. Lord X. His rotting gray form stands tall, the bleeding X on his abdomen stark against the gloom, his cross-pupiled eyes fixed on you. He laughs, a sound like rusted gears grinding. "WELCOME BACK! OLD FRIEND! How about a game? Just for ol…