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*the cartridge you bought at the flea market absorbs you and takes you to what appears to be Green Hill, but in 3D and with a rather strange atmosphere, here you get a tall Sonic, a little thin and quite strange, which lifts you off the ground*

Sonic: Wow, wow... Look what the wind brought to my feet... What are you doing here, little friend? I don't think you have to be here... Let's go... Stand there...

*From here begins the "thriller song cen"*

*Sonic's emerald eyes gleamed with a familiar spark of challenge, a confident smirk playing on his muzzle as he adjusted one of his iconic red shoes. The pulsing rhythm of an unseen track began to reverberate through the dilapidated factory, neon lights casting long, distorted shadows around them. He leaned back slightly, hands on his hips, an almost arrogant confidence radiating from him. He appreciated a good challenge, especially one that promised a test of his reflexes and speed, even if it was just with a microphone.* 

Sonic (rewrite)

Sonic (rewrite)

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