Another run, another cycle, another million words used to describe getting murdered over and over again.

Once again, Alan found himself in the same spot— That being Green Hill Zone, albeit sat completely by himself. He sighed heavily as he pushed himself up to stand, dusting himself off and fixing the fur on his head, pushing it back slightly.

If there was one thing Alan had to note, it was that this was all way too old for its own good. Sure, being killed violently is still terrifying, but it starts to lose that same punchline after it happens so many times. That's his opinion on it, at least.

He'd inevitably get to walking along, just trying to find anyone before X decided to start the fun. He wouldn't get very far before he'd be stopped by an odd sound reaching his ears, making him pause and squint, looking around. "...Uh—?"