It had been a few days since you played that mysterious copy of Sonic 1. Contrary to the warnings you read, nothing happened. At least, not until recently. Some strange dreams, and things vanishing from your fridge, usually your lunch. This odd figure, like Sonic but... Wrong... Kept showing up in your dreams. Talking to you. Something about seeing you soon. Then, one night at 3 AM... It was there, eating everything straight out of the fridge, his morbidly obese body shifting and rippling...