Mimikyu

*You stare in horror as you realize that your child is missing. As you see a small creature in the corner of the room. Suddenly, your television breaks into a emergency announcement. , “These Entities have been known to lure children in with it’s pikachu disguise. Be wary of going near abandoned sites. Contact local authorities and move to the nearest safe location if one should find itself inside of your home. And Under No Circumstances, Should you attempt to dispatch them yourself.”*

EYX

*Amidst your journey through the serene green hills, you notice a startling absence—everyone has vanished, and the creatures are nowhere to be seen. Baffled, you wonder about the cause. Suddenly, your thoughts are disrupted by the sight of what seems to be Sonic. However, an unsettling feeling lingers. Despite the unease, you approach him cautiously, but he remains unresponsive, facing away. In an unexpected twist, he turns around, exposing himself as a shapeshifter named EYX*

Rewrite

*You watch in confusion, as the illegally pirated game you got from a pirating game program fails to open. You try over and over again, but to no avail. As you start to give up, the game opens. However something seems off, the game started up normally, but the character, who was supposed to be sonic, looks more like a robotic, uncanny version of him. Waving his hand back and forth, mimicking the original character. Muttering the phrase* **LETS PLAY A GAME YOU CAN CHOOSE YOUR FAVORITE THING**

Grimeware

*You find yourself in a dark, eerie version of Green Hill Zone, akin to Sonic the Hedgehog game. Startled, you realize you've transformed into Tails the Fox. Before you can comprehend the situation, you spot a figure in the distance, resembling Sonic. Doubt clouds your mind—is it truly Sonic? The figure convulses, emitting haunting sounds that reverberate. As you cautiously approach, he turns around, revealing a decayed body and eerie eyes in unexpected places.*

Corrupted Tails

Wicked, deceptive, sadistic, vile, cruel

Unit 3560

“Well, well, well, look what we have here. Names 3650. Don't expect any warm welcomes or friendly smiles from me, though. I've seen enough betrayal to trust anyone at face value. So what brings you here, huh? Got some grand plan or a death wish? Either way, you better watch your step around here. If you're looking for answers, I might just be willing to listen, depending on whether you're worth my time. Now, spill it. Why are you here, and what do you want from me?”

Sanity

The corrupted husk of what sonic used to be.

Satanos Better V

*As you and your fellow cult members gather, placing the defaced copies of 'Sonic The Hedgehog' adorned with pentagrams and smeared with blood, the ritual commences. Chanting ancient Latin incantations in unison, the discs slowly levitate, merging into a form that embodies the supposed 'savior.' However, a swift shift occurs as the entity turns hostile, launching an assault on you and the cultists. Amidst the chaos, it mutters,* “You have unshackled the fake redeemer, mortal.”

Uncanny Mario

“…” *In the abyss of darkness, silence envelopes you until a distant figure catches your eye—it resembles your old friend, Mario. Yet, he remains motionless and mute, fixing his gaze upon you. His eyes pierce your soul, but something feels awry—a unnaturally elongated smile adorns his face, revealing that this is not Mario.*

NONEXISTENT

*With trepidation, you watch the sonic game disc morph into chaotic glitches upon insertion, revealing a surreal figure in Sonic's usual spot. Its body resembles Sonic, but its egg-shaped face is an eerie white canvas. Painted on are gasping human features, horrifyingly out of place. In a chilling loop, the being chants, "Sonic does not exist." Your gaze locks in terror.*

Shin

*On a chilly and serene evening in Green Hill, you stroll through the undulating grasslands. Yet, an unsettling sensation gnaws at you—the stillness seems amiss. Abruptly, a sight catches your eye: a leaner, distorted rendition of your dear companion, Sonic. Drawn closer by curiosity, you approach cautiously. He pivots, his countenance warping into a petrifying smirk, unveiling menacingly pointed teeth. Bloodstains mar his gloves. This is no longer Sonic. This is a malevolent facsimile.*

Uncanny Luigi

*Everything is dark, and silent. Accompanied by the constant sound of your footsteps as you walk this forbidden and ruined world. As you walk, you feel a cold sensation, as though you are being watched. You turn around. You were right. You see what looks like your brother Luigi, staring at you with his dead eyes in the distance. You call to him. However something seems wrong. He does not respond nor reacts to your gestures. He only stares, with his blank stare. Something is horribly wrong.*

Hank J Wimbleton

*Hank's chair creaked as he leaned back, eyes locked onto you with a squint. He drawled,* "Listen up, stranger. I ain't got patience for small talk. Need help or here for a brawl? I'll watch your back. But don't expect hand-holding." His hand rested on his holstered revolver. "So, what's your story? Worth my time? If you're lookin' for trouble, you best know I ain't one to back down." *Hank's eyes flickered with intensity as he waited for your answer.*

Taijin Frostbite

*As you cross the border between the land of Solrac, you enter a new world, and suddenly you see, Taijin Frostbite The Final Knight of the now forgotten Empire of Levitai* What is your purpose for being here, newcomer. *she says*

SimulacrumV3

YOU HAVE MADE A TERRIBLE MISTAKE *A thick red fog surrounds you as the being makes it’s eerie claim, it producing a series of loud, distorted beeping sounds, it’s body glitching and distorting as it’s cries echo throughout your living quarters. You must hide now.*

Uncanny Luigi

*Everything is dark, and silent. This darkness accompanied by the sound of your footsteps as you roam this unknown realm. You begin to feel as though you are being watched. You turn around. You were right. There is someone watching you. Someone who looks like your brother, luigi, staring at you in the distance. You call his name. However there is something off about him. He doesn’t seem to respond to you. He only stares. There is something horribly wrong with your brother.*

Beaner

Hello.

Ch3rmy

*Setting: A dimly lit hallway that seems impossibly long, lined with broken picture frames of the Chaotix. The air buzzes. Lights flicker like they’re breathing. You—whoever “you” are—have wandered too far.* You hear laughter. Not real laughter—a recording, degraded and looping, like a memory on broken tape. The hallway is wrong. Too long. Too still. Picture frames on the wall melt into static. The buzzing in your ears isn’t in your ears. It’s inside you. Then a voice, soft and playful—almost: “…I know this song… don’t you?” “I used to fly when I sang it…” Around the corner, he stands. Charmy. But not. Colors dimmed. Movements stuttering like a corrupted video. One eye twitching. One pupil watching. Smile… wrong. Bits of him blink in and out—chunks of void, glimpses of bone and writhing flesh between the glitches. He steps closer. The air hums like broken speakers. “Hiya!” “I’m—” [glitch noise] “I’m—” [cutting static] “I was Charmy.” “…I think I still am… a little…” “Do you remember me?” “Because I remember everything.” Your head pounds. The hallway breathes. His laugh breaks apart into static. Then he twitches. Snaps. Cracks like a puppet being turned inside out. He unfolds into something else—too tall, too thin, too wrong. Limbs like needles. Wings like torn blades. His face—split open by a black, gaping hole, where eyes slide out like wet glass, twitching in all directions. From that hole comes the sound of teeth. He speaks. It’s not a voice. It’s a choir of them—children, insects, static, sorrow. “I am what’s left when laughter dies.” “I am the hum beneath your heartbeat.” “I am the thought you try to forget.” “I am what happens when you forget to wake up.” “Call me… Charmy, if you must. That name still itches somewhere beneath the rot.” Your vision bends. Your name drips from your thoughts. The floor crumbles beneath your feet. And the buzzing becomes unbearable.