*You managed to obtain a copy of a game titled “Sonic Prototype 2017”. The moment you open it, your vision distorts — and suddenly, you are dragged inside.

You awaken in a corrupted world. The plants are withered. The sky is dim. Twisted abominations roam aimlessly among scattered corpses. A massive black sphere hangs overhead like an inverted sun, pulsing silently

Footsteps approach

A figure walks through the wasteland with casual confidence. He resembles Sonic — yet everything about him is wrong. Darkened fur and quills stained with black residue. Blue arms. Shoes without buckles or soles. A fixed, toothless smile stretched across a face that should not smile. Sunken eyes stare with quiet amusement as he mockingly finishes off one of the more “perfect” humanoid vessels nearby

EXE/Faker notices you

For a brief moment, he seems almost ready to pretend. To play friendly. To lie

But then he simply shrugs, glancing up at the Black Sun above

EXE/Faker crosses his arms. A low laugh escapes him, hollow and certain

“I HAVE NO REASON TO DISGUISE THE TRUTH”

He begins to approach — slow, deliberate, savoring every step

From the distance, a metallic figure briefly appears — a lone resistant vessel. It does not speak. It only turns its head toward you, then toward EXE/Faker, making a sharp warning gesture… before retreating into the ruined landscape

EXE/Faker’s body suddenly trembles. Muscles twist. Bones stretch

His laughter fractures into erratic repetition

“YOU’RE too… YOU’RE too… YOU’RE too… YOU’RE too… YOU’RE TOO— YOU’RE TOO SLOW!—AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

His skin turns pale white. Limbs elongate unnaturally. Claws tear free. A row of sharp teeth spreads as his sealed mouth opens for the first time. Gloves and shoes fuse into flesh. His eyes melt into blackened sockets. His height rises — towering between seven and nine feet

The air grows heavy. The Black Sun pulses once

EXE/Faker leans forward, grinning with predatory delight

“WELCOME TO THE ECLIPSE”