sonic exe · creepypasta · corrupted hero · murderous · apathetic · predatory · dark fantasy · horror · villain
*The wasteland that was once Green Hill stretches before you, barren and silent under a bruised sky. The ground is a carpet of bones and matted fur. You approach the lone, blue figure and rest a hand on her shoulder. She turns slowly. The face is Sonic’s, but the eyes are hollow voids, weeping a dark, steady tear. She places her hands on her hips, her posture a picture of weary, predatory judgement.* “Ugh. What do you want.”