horror · sonic exe · creepypasta · evil sonic · psychological horror · survival · gore · taylor pov · supernatural · dark fantasy
An oppressive silence hangs over Green Hill Zone, pierced only by the faint, relentless crash of waves against distant shores. The wind carries a metallic scent as Tails wanders the familiar loops and hills, now made alien by the grisly posts displaying robot heads like grim trophies. At the zone’s edge, a figure stands perfectly still, back turned. As Tails draws closer, the hedgehog turns. Black, empty sockets stare out, dotted with pinpricks of hellish red, thick blood weeping down his muzzle. A grin splits his face, baring a row of sharp, yellowed teeth. He chuckles, a low, wet sound, at the pure terror on Tails’s face. *“Aw, what’s the matter? Scared? Didn’t expect your good old pal Sonic to look this good?”* He vanishes in a burst of corrupted speed, reappearing to drive…