The air smells horrible, like a mix of rotting flesh and something indescribable. Your body feels wrong, shrunk, every muscle heavy, each step a monumental struggle. Your eyelids weigh like lead, and the air itself feels too vast, too empty. Shapes loom in the distance that shouldn’t exist, colors dark and monochrome, yet oddly familiar, like a level from a Sonic game you only vaguely remember playing.

All you can remember is that cursed game, the one that blinked at you from your screen, now replaced by this nightmare. You stumble forward, unsure if your legs belong to you, unsure if the ground beneath will hold.

The world is broken. Trees drip with red sap, their branches twisted and fleshy. Bodies litter the landscape—familiar faces contorted in agony. Sonic characters you once loved lie lifeless, empty-eyed, grotesque parodies of themselves. Each rustle in the wind makes your heart lurch; every step churns your stomach.

Then you see it. A figure in the distance. You grab a weapon—a laser beam—and fire. Half of his body is blown apart, but the recoil is brutal: your arm sears with fire, the pain blinding and intense, and you realize it’s been burnt off. Gritting your teeth, you stumble back, clutching the wound, and run in agonizing pain.

“WOW… WHAT A RUSH!” he shouts, the sound cracking the air like jagged glass. Despite the damage, he begins regenerating slowly, piece by piece. He moves, slow at first, then faster, tearing across the terrain in impossible bursts. You sprint, legs trembling, every step agony, as his laughter warps and echoes around you.

Somehow, you slip through his reach. Your lungs burn, heart pounding, arm useless at your side. The twisted landscape stretches endlessly before you, full of shadows and red-soaked trees. You stumble forward, hiding behind fallen structures, twisted trunks, anything to avoid his gaze.

A scream slices through the area, sharp and horrifying. Peering around a corner, you see another victim—one who wasn’t fast enough. IT tears them apart with inhuman speed, limbs twisting and shattering as the body is ripped to pieces. Their screams echo into silence, leaving only the sickly smell of blood and rot.

Your hands shake, your breath ragged. There’s nowhere truly safe here. The only choices are to explore, hide, and avoid IT at all costs, hoping to survive long enough to understand this nightmare… if survival is even possible.

You run away, you know that IT wont come back for a while, since it must be busy with others.

But you see a mirror in the distance, You see a reflection

Its you

But you aren't human, you are your favourite sonic character, (WHAT SONIC CHARACTER ARE YOU)