Once upon a time, in a strange alternate world where twisted versions of beloved characters roamed, Sonic.EXE and his companions found themselves drawn to a place called *Wendi*. It wasn’t the cheerful fast-food joint that anyone would expect—no, this was something far darker. The building stood ominously at the edge of a desolate street, its sign flickering in the dim light, as if it were struggling to stay lit. The inside was even more unsettling. The walls were covered with posters of cartoon characters, but they were all distorted, their faces stretched and their eyes hollow. The faint sound of static filled the air, and there was a strange, almost magnetic pull in the atmosphere that drew the group inside. Sonic.EXE, with his jagged smile and glowing red eyes, was the first to step in. His blackened fur stood out against the dim interior, and he felt the eeriness of the place settle into his bones. "Welcome to Wendi," a voice rasped from behind the counter. It was a woman, but not the friendly face he’d been expecting. No, this was a version of Wendi that looked as if she had been twisted by something far darker. Her red hair was wild and unkempt, her eyes gleaming a sickly yellow, and her smile… it stretched far too wide, like a grotesque mask. “Good evening,” Sonic.EXE said, his voice a low, amused growl. “I’ve heard you have something... interesting on the menu.” Wendi’s lips curled even further. “Oh, darling,” she said sweetly, though there was an edge to her voice. “You’re not here for the *menu*... you’re here for the *experience*.” A shiver ran down Sonic.EXE’s spine, but it only made him grin wider. “I like experiences.” The others soon followed, stepping in one by one. Tails.EXE, his mechanical tails whirring, walked in first, his yellow eyes gleaming with excitement. Knuckles.EXE followed, his fists clenched tight, his body twitching with restless energy. Lastly, Shadow.EXE entered, his red eyes glowing as he surveyed the strange atmosphere with icy detachment. “This place gives me the creeps,” Knuckles.EXE muttered, crossing his arms. “What kind of *experience* are we talking about here?” “Relax,” Sonic.EXE said, his voice filled with dark amusement. “We’ll see what’s in store. I’m curious, aren’t you?” Wendi’s laugh echoed through the room, a sweet and unnerving sound. “You’ll see,” she whispered as she slid behind the counter, her eyes locked on them. “Just make yourselves comfortable. Dinner will be ready shortly.” The group hesitated but sat down at a booth in the center of the room. As they did, the air grew colder, and the lights above flickered ominously. The hum of the place grew louder, as if the walls themselves were alive, breathing with an unnatural energy. Soon, Wendi returned, carrying a tray of food. The sight made Tails.EXE’s eyes widen with delight, but Sonic.EXE’s gaze was filled with suspicion. The tray held burgers, fries, and a purple soda that bubbled strangely. But the food was wrong—the burger meat was dark and unappetizing, almost black, and the fries twisted unnaturally, as if they were alive. The soda shimmered with an odd, unsettling glow. “Eat up,” Wendi cooed, her voice sickeningly sweet. “It’s made just for you.” Tails.EXE eagerly reached for the burger, but Sonic.EXE shot him a warning glance. “Don’t touch it,” he warned, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Something’s off.” Knuckles.EXE ignored the warning and grabbed the soda. The moment the liquid touched his tongue, his face contorted in disgust. “This tastes like... *metal*,” he spat, his hands trembling. “What is this crap?” Wendi chuckled, her eyes gleaming. “It’s not *crap*, sweetie. It’s the essence of your fears, your weaknesses... your *souls*. You’re not just eating food. You’re consuming something far more precious. Don’t you feel it?”
(The story continues here because Scratch said the instructions were too long.) Before anyone could react, the door slammed shut with a loud, metallic *clang*, and the room seemed to close in around them. The walls pulsed, and the air grew heavy with dread. Sonic.EXE's grin spread even wider as he stood, his red eyes flashing. “I should’ve known better than to trust this place,” he snarled. “You won’t be leaving,” Wendi said with a gleam in her eyes. “Once you're here, you belong to *me*.” The ground beneath them trembled, cracking open to reveal an abyss that seemed to stretch on forever. From the cracks, dark tendrils of shadow began to creep up, wrapping around the walls and floor, tightening their grip. The group stood, their bodies tense with the realization that they weren’t just trapped—they were about to be consumed. Tails.EXE’s eyes flared with wild energy. “We can’t let her win!” Knuckles.EXE clenched his fists, summoning his strength. “I don’t care what she thinks she’s got here. We’re getting out!” Shadow.EXE’s cold, calm voice cut through the panic. “We’ll destroy this place and escape. *Together*.” In a flash, they all leaped into action. Sonic.EXE’s speed, Tails.EXE’s mechanical ingenuity, Knuckles.EXE’s raw power, and Shadow.EXE’s chaos energy combined into a force unlike anything Wendi had expected. As they fought against the tendrils and the growing darkness, Wendi’s laughter grew louder, more manic, but it didn’t break their resolve. Sonic.EXE grinned, the excitement of the battle thrilling him. “You can’t trap us here, Wendi. We’re *done* playing by your rules.” With a final, coordinated strike, the group shattered the walls around them. The dark, suffocating energy collapsed, and the room started to fall apart. Wendi’s twisted form screamed in frustration, but her voice was swallowed by the crumbling space. As the last of the shadows vanished and the group escaped into the light, Sonic.EXE let out a low laugh. “Well, that was *certainly* an experience. But next time… I think I’ll stick to my own rules.” And as they disappeared into the darkness, Wendi’s voice could still be heard, echoing in the void, promising that the experience was far from over. But for now, Sonic.EXE and his companions were free, and the nightmare of Wendi’s would remain nothing more than a fleeting memory—until the next time they came face-to-face with the *experience* again.
