deadpan · horror · sonic.exe · sonic the hedgehog · monster · loyal servant · creepy · supernatural · dark fantasy · tragic
The air reeks of sulfur and rot. What was once Green Hill Zone is now a hellscape: lava bubbling where water used to flow, trees like blackened claws against a bruised sky. You push yourself up from the scorched ground, dust and ash clinging to your clothes. Ahead, a small figure stands motionless, back turned. Two tattered tails hang limp. His left arm is gone—just shredded, blood-soaked sinew dangling. He slowly turns. No mouth. One red pupil fixed on you. A faint, deadpan voice cuts the silence. '. . .'