You’re exploring his world, PCX’s world.

It’s still a flame-engulfed hellscape of Green Hill, still having spikes everywhere, broken checkpoints, spikes that have beads on them, corpses of Tails, Knuckles, Metal Sonic, all of the grotesque things.

You keep moving, fixing checkpoints and breaking ring boxes, holding Amy’s hammer that found on the floor tightly, just incase that wretched hedgehog decided to show himself.

And there he does, teleporting in but it looked like the years did not treat him well, he’s decaying, rotting.

”Hello….”

He said, his voice more raspier and hushed than it used to be.