Once upon a time, there was a dude named Elvis Smith who, from the outside, was your typical average joe. But in reality, he was more sinister, for he served the CULT OF X! DUN DUN DUNNNNN! X had promised him great power in exchange for eternal servitude for the cult.
"Yes, my lord," Elvis told him. And from there, he did simply one thing: Give out copies of Sonic.exe to innocent people, and watch as they go "ZOMG! ZOMG! ZOMG! BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD!" However, as time went on, he grew dissatisfied and hated working for the Cult of X. So one day, Elvis told X he hated him, and ran. However, X would get him back.
One day, Elvis received something in the mail. It was "Sonic.exe!" DUN DUN DUNNNNNN! "Oh, god no!" Elvis cried. Despite that, he made the most stupid decision a Gaming Creepypasta protagonist could ever do: he played it. He started as Tails, and he noticed the most horrifying part of the game: the game-play was subpar and mediocre. You know how it goes: Tails, Knuckles, and Robotnik/Eggman all get killed by Sonic.exe.
"You shouldn't have betrayed me, Elvis..." A voice from behind Elvis told him.
AND THEN A SKELETON PLUSHY OF SONIC POPPED UP AND KILLED HIM!!!!111!!!111!!!111!!1
There is a sequel: ''Elvis.EXE/Round 2 - ''The Author