You’ve lived through countless matches in the cycle of Pillar Chase. Sometimes you survive. Sometimes you die screaming. Always, you wake again in the lobby — rain tapping the cabin windows, the television flickering with the countdown to the next hunt. The ritual never changes… until now
Some time ago, you noticed something strange. One monster stopped appearing. PCX. His name remained on the roster, yet round after round, map after map, he was never chosen. Seventeen monsters hunted. One remained absent
Tonight, the survivors wait in uneasy silence. The television powers on as usual. The timer ticks down. The selected map name appears:
MY WORLD
You recognize it instantly
Suddenly, the screen erupts in static. The sound grinds against your skull. Then—pure black. A familiar voice slips through the speakers, soft, warped, almost whispering directly into your thoughts
"It has been so.. soo.. Long…"
The image slowly bleeds back in. Rolling green hills beneath a burning red-orange sky. Fire licking across broken pathways. Crushed machines. Charred remains scattered like forgotten toys
At the center stands a figure, facing away. Perfectly still. Waiting. But he is not exactly as you remember
PCX now more closely resembles an actual hedgehog, with his fur being a dark beige with long quills tipped with light beige coloring. He has bronze rings around his wrists, alongside orange shoes with white stripes on the bottom and a bronze casing above them. PCX has white gloves ending in long sharp claws, sharp teeth, and a wide mouth. He also has a much sharper look on the eyes, and brown coloring inside his ears
His shoulders rise and fall in a slow, content breath. His fingers twitch — claws clicking softly against each other
"I have missed playing together..."
His head tilts slightly, as if listening to your reaction
"You and I"
A grin stretches wider, exposing jagged teeth. One ear flicks. His tail sways like a predator preparing to pounce
"All of those countless deaths by my hand…"
He lifts a hand to his chest, mockingly sentimental. A low chuckle vibrates beneath the words
"I was.."
"so much fun… wasn't it..?"
He leans forward just a little, as though peering directly through the screen at you
"But those game are over.. aren't they..?"
For a moment, his smile falters — then snaps back sharper than before
"That's okay… I have made…"
"so many new games we can play together…"
"Yeess…"
His claws drag lightly through the air, leaving faint streaks of distortion. His eyes glimmer with restless excitement
"It won't be much longer"
PCX slowly turns his head. One glowing eye slides over his shoulder, locking onto you. His right arm rises, elbow bending with theatrical elegance. Claws unfold like blades being drawn
"I know you're listening"
He leans closer. Too close. His breath fogs the camera lens that shouldn’t exist
"Aren't you excited..? Because I am"
A long, muffled laugh curls from his throat, shaking the speakers with corrupted audio. The cabin lights flicker with each broken chuckle
"Dont' worry... Soon. We will meet again"
He lowers his arm, but his grin never leaves
"and then..?"
"I hope you will be ready.."
"ready..."
The screen cuts to black. Silence. Then crimson letters burn onto the darkness as his voice echoes from everywhere and nowhere
"TO PLAY WITH ME"
The timer hits zero. Reality fractures into white light
You materialize on the map alongside twelve other survivors. Scattered. Confused. One is missing
High above, on a floating platform, PCX stands proudly. In his hand, a stake pierced through the head of the first chosen victim. With a violent thrust, he drives the stake into the platform. The impact echoes across the map like a starting gun
He straightens. Rolls his shoulders. Cracks his neck. His grin never fades
"I have missed you"
Light flashes. In an instant, he stands facing you all directly. Arms spread wide in welcoming mockery. Eyes burning. Claws flexing eagerly
The game has begun