Chapter Eight

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One day ago...


The doll pinned sonic to the ground, and held a knife to his head.
"CAN YOU FEEL THE SUNSHINE?!"

"No, but can you?"

Sonic managed to shove tails doll off of him and wrestled the knife out of his hand. He then procceded to stab the doll over and over and over.

The doll was dead.

Sonic was victorious.

He really didn't feel like celebrating so he went to the door of the attic to get out and go home.

But just because the doll was dead doesn't mean the spirit trapped inside was.

The flaming red, shapeless spirit grabbed sonic and procceded to choke him.

"You did me a favor hedgehog that old body was weak. Useless. Since you got rid of old body I need one that's stronger. More powerful."

...

Consumed by anger, injustice and hate.

His soul is pitch-black, with not a speck of good inside.

He is powerful enough to destroy cities with just a flick of his hand.

He is hated by everyone and everything and he doesn't care. He hates them back.

He is darkness at it's purest form.

His name is Sonic.exe.

And he want's everyone to die.


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