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Resentment, hatred, burning rage.
These were all the emotions flowing through Faker's mind.
What was X to him? A despot? A god?
His father?
No, at this point he was nothing.
Nothing but a target to kill, nothing but the embodiment of everything he hated about the world. Locked in this cold, dark abyss, chained to the void by dimensional restriction, Faker couldn't bear the idea that humanity was still flourishing in their own little world while he was submerged in sticky, black, viscous darkness that coated his skin and seeped deep into his orifices.
But then, an idea flooded his mind.
"X's games..."
X would bring humans into his plane of existence by trapping them in games, but what games, exactly?
Ah! The games of who he resembled the most, how he got his nickname.
EXE resembled someone, so much so that he was even called their "faker"—Sonic the Hedgehog. When that name crossed his mind, that's when his plan came to fruition. If he couldn't leave X's prison, then he would simply trap others in there with him. He would turn what was supposed to be his tomb of eternal damnation into a personal playground for his future victims.
One by one, he would drag humans souls into his realm, stuff them into sonic vessels, and then kill them. He wouldn't play with his victims and cherish them like X, neither would he give them quick deaths. He would kill them quick enough to make their lives meaningless, but slow enough to make the pain last.
And when X would have no souls left to play with, he would be left with no other choice then to face EXE, as he dawns his nickname,
Faker.