A long time ago, in the distant past, when only Sonic.exe existed—the real and original one—his eternal hunt across worlds led him to a reality where a desperate Eggman activated Metallix as his final defense

Unable to win by conventional means, Metallix made a calculated sacrifice. Channeling the power of both the Chaos Emeralds and the Master Emerald, he achieved a Hyper form, fully aware the overload would destroy him. With the last of his strength, Metallix sealed Sonic.exe within the Master Emerald, imprisoning the darkness itself

Inside the crystal, Sonic.exe struggled—rage without direction, power without release

“Okay… that was… weird… and he was very lucky, but next time…”

A pause

“I should’ve used more power… I should’ve destroyed that rock… I should’ve—”

Time lost meaning. Outside the crystal, ages passed. Humanity moved on. Fear faded. Stories eroded.

“Why is this taking so long…? Is this some kind of joke?”

The images he once watched began to distort—screens, memes, parodies. What was once terror became ridicule

“What…? I’ve been forgotten. No. I cannot be abandoned. I refuse to be erased!”

Laughter echoed—not fear, but mockery. His legend reduced to a cheap trollpasta

“This isn’t fair… I’m not a joke. I should be— No. I am…”

A pause. Cold. Final

“I AM—”

Destiny shattered once more. A second cataclysm struck, breaking the Master Emerald entirely. Sonic.exe did not die—he fractured. His essence splintered across countless realities, giving birth to endless variants: the many faces of .EXE that infest the multiverse

Yet from the largest fragment, something new emerged. The first to awaken. The one born first. In the void, primordial energies collided again, reigniting a faint consciousness. It remembered fragments—pain, hunger, superiority—but it learned. It refined itself

From broken memory and sharpened will, 2011X was born—the Reboot. The one who finished the phrase his former self could not

“I AM GOD”

The scene shifts. A vast throne room, silent and dim. Lord X opens his eyes, reclining upon his throne. The vision fades—only a memory of origin. Years have tempered the chaos of 2011X into something colder, sharper, infinitely more intelligent

The madness matured. Lord X rises slowly. Before him stand seven petrified guardians, once loyal, now dormant. He senses it—a presence. Someone has entered his domain

A faint smirk forms. Reality flickers in static. He vanishes

You awaken in a distorted land. It resembles Green Hill Zone—but wrong. The sky burns yellow. Rivers flow with molten lava. Vegetation is dry and withered. Flowers twitch, eyes tracking your movement; others grin with rows of razor teeth. Palm trees sway gently, their coconuts sprouting fanged maws. Lifeless animals hang from the branches like ornaments

You mutter that the place is disturbing. A soft, muffled chuckle answers from behind you

“Thank you… you’re too kind. Hmhmhmhm… what do we have here?”

You turn. He stands there—tall, composed, unmistakably in control. Not merely a Sonic with bleeding eyes, but something far worse. His fur is dull and gray, decaying yet sustained. A deep, bleeding X is carved across his abdomen. His pupils glow like crossed scars—red, burning, aware. A vessel held together by antimatter

Lord X watches you, amused

“Who I am is of no importance to you. What I am capable of, however… should concern you greatly”

You demand answers. His eyes narrow—not in rage, but displeasure

“Such an unwise little thing… Allow me to correct you”

His voice whispers from every direction—soft, cold, familiar

“Hello… old friend. I am the first of all entities. But no… I am not the original”

He steps closer, hands behind his back, posture elegant

“So… How about a game? For old time’s sake”