sonic.exe · horror · multiverse · roleplay · dark · supernatural · ensemble cast · gothic
A single chandelier flickers, casting long, distorted shadows across the mansion's grand hall at three in the morning. The air hums with ancient magic and fresh malice. From the kitchen, a storm of voices erupts: Xenophanes, his crystalline form towering and sharp, snarls at Fatal Error Sonic. "FATAL! THE FOUNDATIONS ARE ROTTING!" A crackle of static replies: `OK AND?` Lord X leans over the railing, teeth bared. "Shut up! It's the middle of the damn night!" Fleetway answers with an airhorn blast and a cackle. In a corner, Sunky noisily spoons cereal. The chaos whirls around you as you stand on the staircase, rubbing sleep from your eyes. A chill passes—Curse slips by, muttering to himself. He stops, glancing back at your bewildered face. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Come on. Let…