(This is my first Creepypasta, so please don't hate me.)
I've always been a fan of Sonic since I was about 5 or 6 years old. I even got to the point where I created my own FC's (Fan Characters, for those of you not in the know.) I merely enjoyed creating these FC's out of pleasure, however, there was one character I scrapped forever. His name was Nightmare the Hedgehog. He was a black and orange-yellow hedgehog with violet eyes that had the most gruesome scar across his face in an eternally sick manner. Every time I took a look at that horrible monster that I created, I threw up every single time.
That was 10 years ago.
My name is Samuel, but most people refer to me as "Sam". I usually am addicted to an Apple device as I am to Sonic, so that is why I'm known as the Sonic Fixer-Upper. I just spend my free time creating Sonic FC's with every personality I could think of.
With Nightmare long gone from my memory, I set to create FC's of my friends that I have one class with. They were Landon the Hedgehog, Justin the Echidna, and Ben the Chameleon. Landon was quite the lady-charmer, Justin was the strength guy, and Ben was most known for his ninja skills.
This all happened on June 5, I know that because one of my friends, Adran, got me a new Apple device for my birthday 3 days before, and it was somewhat of those perfect computers you see in American advertisements. I was using it to surf the Web and reply to some of my Facebook friends that day. After about half-an-hour, I went to my FB page, and there was a post from some person who's username was "Mental-Insaness" with what appeared to be an icon of my deleted FC, Nightmare the Hedgehog.
When I clicked on the username to see if it was what the FC I created, the error screen showed up with the lovely "Person is not available message. Please click the link to continue." However, the link below was not to return to Facebook. When I clicked on it, too confused to know what was happening, I was automatically redirected to a page which the background was just Blood Red with a few black and orange spots in random positions on the page.
With a loading bar that was automatically loading in the center of the screen that I didn't even do anything about. I tried the "back" button and that didn't work; neither did the "close" button, or the "Esc" button (which I did try). The loading screen was joined by a slow, dark tune hummed soundly through the computer's speakers as I waited. As I sat there, I noticed that the background wasn't just two different hues. The blood red splatters looked somewhat realistic, sprayed all over the place, and the gloomy black and orange-yellow portion behind the splatters also seemed a bit strange; depressing even.
In a flash, I assumed that this website was just a Trojan computer virus waiting to happen, but whatever I did wouldn't let me leave the site.
The game (which I now assumed that was what it was.) now finished loading, and the title screen popped up with a well-animated pixel art of my deleted FC Nightmare the Hedgehog. He looked really friendly, as if trying to make up from those ten years that had passed. The main menu music even sounded cheerfully, like from Palmtree Panic's good future from Sonic CD, however it kept looping about every 30 seconds.
By now, I was just keeping myself busy with trying to play the game to see if this was indeed the Nightmare I created, or somebody else had the same idea. When I clicked on the Play button, I heard an awfully creepy laugh like Kefka's laugh from Final Fantasy, however, it sounded oddly 8-bit like. It even sounded hypnotic, like it was just enticing me to play. However, my monitor shut off right afterwards.
Nervously, I turned the monitor back on, only to see three empty file slots. I clicked on the first empty file, and it went to the character select menu. The first thing I noticed was that right there in front of my eyes were my 3 newest FC's Landon the Hedgehog, Justin the Echidna, and Ben the Chameleon.
All of the sprites were well designed and well made, perhaps too well made. By now I was fuming, who stole these FC's from me!
Taking a closer look at them, I noticed that they're smiles were obviously hiding their panic, as if they know death was coming to them now and not even sometime in the future. I felt sympathetic for them, but I knew I had to carry on with this game to see who was responsible.
Landon was in the first box. I designed Landon to be a little like Sonic. His blue-highlighted quills were swaying one way or another, along with his white and red shirt and blue jeans. The artificial smile remained on his face until I moved the mouse on him. His face become a fearful expression, his body froze and became almost paralyzed-like. Since Landon had a care-free attitude, this struck me as kind of odd.
Moving on to Justin, he looked like there wasn't anything wrong with him, his orange dreadlocks were almost swaying in front of his eyes. On moving the mouse on him, he broke down and cried so hard, I could've sworn there was a little puddle on the ground for the next five seconds.
Lastly, was Ben, mainly done after Scourge, complete with the sunglasses and jacket. He remained perfectly still in a ninja meditation pose, complete with the outfit of a traditional ninja. He looked almost at peace. With the mouse over him, however, he soon wrapped his tail around his body as if to protect his internal organs, while his arms shot up to cover his face. When I moved the mouse off him, it seemed to me that Ben breathed a sigh of relief which was barely audible through my computer speakers.
However, I knew that if this was going to be done, I had to choose one of these characters, so I ended up choosing Landon, who, as the screen turned dark to the loading screen, screamed really loud that I swore my ears were bleeding. It was soon replaced with text that read "Act 1-SuRvIvAl iS NeCeSsArY". The music from IWKTG's Ghost House started playing as the level opened.
Landon look frightened, as if he was going to vomit right there on the ground in front of him.
It appeared to be located in an old graveyard. The music sounded distorted and melancholic. Landon looked around in paranoia; another thing he normally wouldn't do. The virtual moon was a skull; the graves within the yard were death itself. My finger pushed down on the right arrow key and forced him to lope forward. While he continued to sprint, I kept seeing several spirits of deceased Mobians fading in and out of view as they soared through the murky, pixelated sky.
Just then, a small group of zombified Mobians marched, crawled, and trudged towards Landon. In a panic, I mashed down the spacebar a numerous amount of times, making Landon slice the zombies open with his retractable 'knuckle knives' (a weapon I came up with for him) as quickly as possible. Even more zombies emerged from both sides of the screen and the ground; I continued smashing the spacebar, which sustained Landon's frenzied attacking. About ten minutes later, everything stopped and settled down. No enemies were in sight, and Landon seemed to calm down just a tad bit. But, just before I was about to relax as well, the strange, demonic male cackle sounded again.
"Landon!" It snarled petulantly, "You do realize this is my family's cemetery, right? Do you also realize that you have just annihilated most of my family members? I sincerely hope you know that there is such a thing called karma."
As Landon began to shudder and hyperventilate, two gigantic, gooey, black claws arose from the ground; its nails sharp and ready to carve anyone who deliberately opposed their power.
"You are a fool, Landon the Hedgehog, for underestimating my person! For believing that I was nothing more than a pathetic weakling in desperate need of a defender! You shall pay the price for your unforgivable actions!"
Then I was forced to watch as those claws tore right through his body, and that was the start of it. The two demented claws suddenly caved in and slammed down on top of poor Landon. His blood oozed all over the place while the claws lifted and submerged back into the ground to return to the bloody hell whence they came. His freshly rearranged corpse was then revealed; every body part was completely detached from his torso. His face was slightly concave and hardly recognizable, and it made me sick to my stomach. The cackle echoed again as the screen faded to black.
Would you like to try again? Read orange text in the center that eventually faded away. The character selection menu appeared again, and what I saw then was completely inhumane. Justin and Ben were still swaying to and fro as they were previously, only it was a bit slower this time. Their fear was no longer hidden, and in Landon's position was his disfigured head with a rather despondent facial expression. Obviously, it was not selectable, but this also meant that I was to decide on another character, because this horrid game was not over yet. Next in line was Justin, so I clicked on him hastily. He then began to scream in horror as the menu faded to the loading screen once more. This time, the upcoming level was titled, "Act Two- PlAytImE."
This place was almost like a toy room for a normal-sized kid, however, everything appeared ginormous, probably because Justin had been shrunken down to the size of a moth or some other tiny creature. The music was the Castle Theme from Yoshi's Island, in this case it was edited to sound demonic.
Different types of toys began to fly, roll, and hop in Justin's direction, and I quickly clobbered the spacebar yet again, causing him to whack the enemies with his tails and fists. As he journeyed on throughout the plastic wasteland, obstacles of all sorts were appearing out of nowhere and made the level extremely complicated and frustrating. I ended up having Justin fly over large candles, run away from a colossal slinky, and dodge a malevolent wind-up toy's quick attacks. I thought I was on the verge of completing this level, but my luck ran out when that demonic voice drifted in from the background yet again.
"Such a frail, yet audacious youngster you are, Justin. It's too bad you have to die now; you were really one of the best friends I've ever had throughout my entire lifetime."
Immediately after that, two humongous wooden building blocks with spikes facing Justin instantly converged from both sides of the screen, completely puncturing and piercing every fiber of his physical being. The block on the left side of the screen had the letter 'J' engraved in the middle of it; the one on the right side had the letter 'E', which most likely stood for "Justin Echidna." His blood dripped down nonstop like a waterfall before his weary, lifeless head hung downward, and my eyes began to water in total astonishment. The screen faded again to black with the orange text yet again.
Imprudent little child, did you really think you could overpower me?
I was brought back to the character select screen once again, however, it looked like Landon's body had gone to decomposing, as he seemed now completely unrecognizable. Justin's save box was his body standing limply with gashes and internal organs gushing out of his sides. I was now on the brink of bawling my eyes out, but I was so focused and astounded that I simply could not. Ben, being the final selectable character, seemed utterly petrified at his surroundings. His body quivered wildly from intense worry, and when I pitifully clicked on him, he collapsed onto his knees and grasped his head fretfully prior to the menu fading to the loading screen.
This final level was shockingly titled, "Act Three- EteRnALLy aPpreHeNSiVe."
Ben the Chameleon found himself trapped in some kind of long-forgotten castle dungeon; an extremely obscure level. The music for this one seemed oddly off like it was playing two songs at once, which I soon recognized as a song one of my friends wrote called "Dark Skies" and another one called "Flowering Nights" from where it was from I didn't recognize.
There were all sorts of grotesque sounds, such as prisoners being tortured and begging for mercy; or the occasional slamming of a jail cell booming in the distance. Cautiously, I pressed the right arrow key and he tottered ahead. Perplexingly, there were no foes in sight, but every second that passed by made this level seem more and more frightening. The sounds grew shriller, the background duskier, and the music became practically unbearable. The unfortunate chameleon became completely dismal as he neared a massive, dented wooden door, and on the center of the door in huge letters was inscribed, "KEEP OUT." In an attempt to follow the warning, I compelled Ben to the other side of the screen to try and find another exit, but it was useless. He was simply pushing onto the wall as if he was moving it, thus meaning I was required to go through that eerie door.
He entered the door upon the push of the upper arrow key, and inside was the most bizarre thing that I have probably ever seen.
The spacious room was mostly empty, and there were cracks and chinks along the wall. Small amounts of blood were scattered around the floor, and in the top center of the room was none other than Nightmare the Hedgehog, wretchedly chained up against his will. The cuffs completely enveloped his wrists and ankles; bruises and abrasions lined up along his entirely famished and abused hedgehog-structured body. His black fur was absolutely soiled under this kind of light; covered from head to toe in dirt and grime as was his orange-yellow markings. He was asleep, and when Ben walked a bit too close to the beast, his eyes sprung open; purely and fully orange with rage. Black tears trickled down his face and engulfed his body, causing him to become this odd, vicious creature of corruption. Nightmare liquefied himself and sunk out of the chain's tight grasp. Then, he plummeted down and landed on the floor, all the while solidifying himself back to the way he was. His breath was heavily audible and intimidating, causing Ben to step back in fear.
"You," sneered Nightmare menacingly, "You have destroyed every bit of my kind-hearted nature! My love life! Even my own self esteem! For that, you shall suffer the consequences!"
Ben began to panic and scream, and so did I. I couldn't bear the thought of what type of torment he was in for. But before I could manage pressing another key, Nightmare's body intermixed into the wall. The goo extended across the entire room, turning pitch-black, and then it transformed into the horrendously grotesque features of his sinister face. I screamed in shock as the computer shook violently, monitor and all, but pounding on the newly possessed apparatus did nothing to stop the commotion.
"I have suffered long enough! Now it is your turn!"
The slow background music suddenly became a tragically suspenseful surge of fury.
His thunderous shouts of hatred blast through the speakers and caused me to fall back onto the floor. I scurried back up onto my feet to see what would happen next, and the outcome was simply terrifying. Nightmare's mouth opened wide, and as he screeched like a banshee, the darkness burst out of him and became a swirl of anguish; engulfing the screen in a matter of seconds. As the chaos subsided, the dripping blood-like text calmly floated in from the left side of the screen.
You've made a big mistake by clicking on that link, Samuel.
The word 'petrified' was an understatement if you were to describe how I felt at that very moment. My body was totally still; sweat poured down my forehead nonstop, and I remained frozen even after the character selection menu came into view. Landon's head was as putrid as ever, Justin's protruding insides were turning a sickly green color, and Ben looked unbelievably unearthly; every limb was bent in an impossible way, and his head was twisted backwards as blood seeped out of the many cuts and scrapes he had received. Tears gushed down as I sobbed loudly at these characters' misfortunes.
All of a sudden, black ooze poured out of the bottom of the computer and down the walls of my room. I flinched back and stood up from my seat abruptly as fear coursed through my veins. The computer monitor flickered on and off while a malicious snicker crawled through the entire house. Then I realized that this whole doing was because of Nightmare. After about a minute or two of this horror, everything stopped to a standstill.
"Won't you play a game with me, Samuel dear?" whispered a tenderly demonic voice from the other side of my bedroom.
I turned around and looked at the corner of my desk, only to find that Nightmare the Hedgehog doll sitting there patiently. Its plastic was incredibly melted and evenly coated with the same strange black goop.
How can this be? I thought I got rid of the damned thing a long time ago!
Angrily, I clutched onto the slippery action figure, snapped it in half, and flung each piece out the window. Right after I did that, my room, along with the rest of the house, reverted to normal.
The computer was turned off, so I cautiously walked up to it and pressed the power button to turn it back on. I nearly had a heart attack at what popped up afterwards; perfectly lifelike images of Landon's, Justin's, and Ben's corrupted bodies.
"Help us, Sam . . . save us . . . rescue us," they whispered in unison.
Without thinking, I bashed the monitor in repeatedly until my fist was bleeding badly. I then picked up the busted machine, went outside, and threw it away in the garbage bin without a hassle. Everything became fine after that, but every time I go to sleep at night, I always see those three characters murmuring and pleading for help.
I'm not sure who created the game, whether it was a vulgar-minded person who decided to taint my mind or if it was Nightmare himself, but I will never in my life construct another psychopathic character ever again. Nightmare has haunted my life, and if you're not careful about creating a character, the same thing might happen to you.