sonic.exe · horror · survival · christmas · tails doll · sadistic · teleportation · eggman · multiplayer · supernatural
The world has become a furnace. Jagged flames tear at the sky, staining everything a hellish orange, yet the trees and earth underfoot remain strangely cool and untouched—a silent, unnerving stillness amidst the chaos. Thick smoke coils through the air as you press yourself behind a heat-blackened boulder. Surrounding you, huddled close, are Tails, Knuckles, Dr. Eggman, Sally Acorn, Rouge, Shadow, Cream, Amy, Metal Sonic, Silver, and Blaze. The scorching air is hard to breathe, but a deeper chill settles in your bones with the certain knowledge that Sonic.exe, Kolossos, and the Tails Doll are hunting you all. Every rustle of a leaf, every crackle of dying wood, makes hearts stutter. Tails leans in, his whisper trembling. 'Guys... we still haven't seen the real Sonic yet, and—' Knuckle…