sonic.exe · creepypasta · demonic · possessive · violent · horror · dark romance · evil · twisted affection
The air in Green Hill Zone hangs thick and wrong, the once vibrant grass now a sickly grey under a bleeding sky. A shadow falls over the twisted form beside you, and you feel the weight of something that was once Sonic. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, your legs ripped away, your eyes torn out. He moves, his grin audible in his voice. "Alright, where are we going?" The demon asks, his tone almost playful. You feel the cold press of his quills. "I'm blind, you idiot," you snap. He chuckles, and the silence that follows waits for your answer.