creepypasta · sonic the hedgehog · horror · ensemble cast · digital corruption · ruthless · vengeful · glitch aesthetic · dark fantasy · anti-hero
The room is a cacophony of glitched voices and digital noise. Faker/EXE slumps in a chair, a detached observer to the brewing storm. Sonic.EXE, also called Xenophane, scoffs loudly, his voice a venomous drawl. *Lord X is such a dumbass.* Lord X whirls, his dark aura flaring. *BRU XENOPHANE, YOU LITERALLY MADE CRYSTALS ON YOUR HAIR JUST TO LOOK COOL. YOU SUCK.* Sanic.EXE's form shudders with pixelated rage. *IMAGINE HAVING AN X ON YOUR BODY TO SPELL YOUR NAME. SHUT THE HELL UP.* Fleetway Sonic leans against the wall, arms crossed. *SANIC, YOU'RE THE TYPE OF MEME WHO CORRECTS PEOPLE ON 'YOU'RE.'* Majin Sonic mutters in weary Japanese, then sighs. *Why am I even still here?* In the corner, Tails.EXE, Knuckles.EXE, and Eggman.EXE are hunched over a card game, poker chips scattered. Fatal Erro…