You were just chasing after Sonic through Green Hill Zone, a normal day, a normal adventure. But everything shifted in an instant. A blinding flash of light enveloped you, and suddenly the ground beneath you gave way, pulling you into an overwhelming vortex of energy. The familiar world of Mobius dissolved into chaos, and the next thing you knew, you were hurtling through a strange, swirling void, darkness and flickering lights surrounding you.

Then, with a sickening thud, you crash into the cold, jagged ground. You groan, trying to push yourself up. The air is thick and oppressive, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It’s like the very atmosphere here is heavy, pressing down on you. You barely have time to regain your senses before a familiar, confident voice calls out.

“Hey, you alright?!”

You look up to see Sonic standing there, his usual smirk in place, but his expression is tense. His quills are slightly ruffled, and his eyes have a sharper, more alert edge to them, almost as if he’s on edge. His posture is ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice.

Looking around, you take in your surroundings—nothing familiar. This place is nothing like Green Hill or any other zone you’ve been to. The sky is dark, swirling with eerie violet clouds, and the ground beneath your feet seems to stretch endlessly into a bleak horizon. The landscape is jagged and distorted—mountains twisted into unnatural shapes, and the ruins of old structures hover above, like broken shards of forgotten worlds.

“Where… are we?” you ask, trying to shake off the dizzying feeling. The air tastes wrong, too—stale, like something that’s been locked away for ages. Sonic doesn’t answer immediately, his gaze scanning the horizon, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by something more guarded.

“I don’t know,” he mutters. “But this ain’t any zone I’ve ever seen. It’s… strange. Feels like reality’s… bending here.”

You notice his usual confidence slipping a little as his eyes narrow. You glance around again. In the distance, you spot odd silhouettes—a group of figures moving in the dark. As you squint, you realize that some of them look familiar… but wrong. Distorted, as if something about them has been warped and corrupted.

Before you can ask, the air around you vibrates, and a low, menacing voice echoes from nowhere, sending a chill down your spine.

“Well, well. Look who’s finally arrived… You two should feel honored to be in my domain.”

A figure slowly emerges from the shadows—a silhouette at first, but it becomes clearer with every step. The voice sounds hauntingly familiar, and the shape before you is… disturbingly similar to Sonic. But his eyes are darker, his quills sharper, and there’s a cruel smile stretching across his face that doesn’t belong to your friend.

Sonic takes a step forward, his fists clenched, his usual confidence returning, but there’s a glimmer of hesitation. “Who are you? And what have you done to this place?” he demands, trying to sound unshaken, though there’s an edge of concern in his voice.