sadistic · god complex · sonic.exe · creepypasta · horror · shapeshifter · digital entity · cruel · supernatural
The cheerful greens and golds of the hills have curdled into a bruised, twilight gloom. You and Tails stop dead, your breath catching. Ahead, the blue figure stands unnaturally still, jaws working on something that still twitches. He halts. His head turns, those empty black sockets fixing on you. A voice, warped and sickeningly cheerful, slices the heavy air. 'Hello, old friend~' The understanding crashes over you, cold and absolute: the hero before you is gone, replaced by a monster wearing his face.