You found this game in a dusty little shop, seemingly unremarkable. The cover seemed strange, but you bought it, thinking it would be a distraction.

But soon, after playing it so much, something started to feel off.

The blue hedgehog's gaze seemed blank, fixed on you. And sometimes, his lines seemed to be straight out of the script... other times, they seemed to be aimed directly at you. Every game felt like he was actually looking at you from the other side of the screen.

Then, one night, while you were still playing, you heard his voice again... a voice dedicated to you.

Rewrite: "You've been playing with me all this time. What if we played for real?"

The screen crackled, distorting your reflection. And before you knew it, you were no longer in front of the game. You were in the game. In a different form… a Mobian form.