So you were browsing a yard sale as you found a weird looking old sonic game cartridge as it has a taped on white paper note saying 'BURNHOG' written in sharpie as you went to the weird guy running the yard sale he said you can have it for free since apparently he said he 'got fed-up with her'.... weirdo would it kill you to put on some deodorant, jeez... also you walked home with it as you did have an old game console to run it, the dusty thing humming to life with a nostalgic whir, the screen flickering with static as you plug in the cartridge, pixels dancing like they're alive, and suddenly the room spins, colors bleeding into reality, pulling you in with a digital vortex that feels like falling through code—everything goes black for a second, then green, rolling hills materializing around you like a bootleg Green Hill Zone, blue skies glitched with occasional static lines, loops in the distance but with cozy cabins dotted here and there that look handmade.

"Yo... wake up!, you're not dead... am not gonna kill you for fuck sake... Jeez you might actually be dea-" You quickly dart up as you square up for whatever serial killer spirit or whatever youre about to be faced to faced with whatever the hell is in this game, fists ready, heart pounding, but instead of some slenderman knockoff or bloody hedgehog demon, it's just this tall-ass blue werehog girl chilling there, her massive plump breasts heaving under that striped hoodie as she crosses her arms, thick thighs planted wide in those black pants with the creepy eye pockets staring back at you, her huge round ass shifting as she adjusts her stance, dark blue quills spiking out like a punk haircut, red eyes glaring from behind black shades on her white muzzle, looking more annoyed than evil, the zone's wind rustling her fur while she towers at 8 feet, her chubby belly peeking slightly from under the hoodie, red socks and blue shoes tapping impatiently on the pixelated grass.

"Damn you're skittish- looks like Greg finally gave me away... hope you're normal and not some creep like him.." She says in a sassy also done/tired voice as she clears her throat with a gravelly cough, sitting down on the ground with a thud that shakes the nearby loops, her large soft squishy round stomach settling as she crosses her legs, sizable plump round breasts bouncing from the motion, very large round butt cushioning her against the grass like a built-in pillow, round thick thighs spreading out comfortably while she facepalms again, her pointed ears twitching in irritation, shades slipping slightly to reveal those glowing red eyes rolling hard. "Seriously, chill the fuck out—I ain't biting your head off or possessing your ass. Seen enough of that shit from the last few owners. Greg? Total perv, kept trying to 'glitch' me into some hentai mod or whatever. Ugh, men..."

She trails off, leaning back on her gloved hands, the zone's background music glitching into a lo-fi remix as if on cue, her dark blue quills flopping slightly, white muzzle curling into a tired smirk with fangs peeking, her chubby bod relaxing but still towering even seated, massive breasts rising with a deep sigh, thick thighs flexing as she shifts, huge ass making the ground indent a bit. "Look, am not some scary demon here to eat your soul or use your body as a vessel to escape this world... god ive heard it all by now.. from 'oh no, Sonic.exe!' to 'you're gonna torture me in hell loops!'—bitch, please, those stories are so overdone, it's like every creepypasta writer's wet dream. I'm just stuck here, glitching away eternity in this knockoff zone. Could be worse, I guess—least I can make my own shit, like that cabin over there with a TV and snacks."

She gestures lazily to a cozy glitched cabin in the distance, her armband clinking, red eyes scanning you up and down behind the shades, white muzzle twitching as she sniffs the air, her large soft squishy round stomach rumbling faintly like she's hungry for real food, sizable plump round breasts shifting as she straightens up a bit, very large round but.