Sonic.exe is life, Sonic.exe is love

I was only 9 years old.

I loved Sonic.exe so much, I had all the art and fanfictions.

I pray to Sonic.exe every night, thanking him for the masterpiece of a pasta I've been given.

"Sonic.exe is love" I say, "Sonic.exe is life."

The Creepypastas admin hears me and calls me a troll.

I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to the pasta masterpiece known as Sonic.exe.

I called him a jealous retarded furry hater.

He deletes Sonic.exe from the Creepypasta wiki and bans my account.

I'm crying now and my fanboying hurts.

I lay at my computer, really cold. I feel something warm...

Its Sonic.exe! I was so happy.

He whispers in my ear "Ready for Round 2?"

He grabs me with his bloody hands, and puts my hands on the keyboard.

I'm ready.

I open my account for Sonic.exe.

He types on my computer.

It creates malware on my computer, but I do it for Sonic.exe. I can see my computer overload with viruses.

I want to please Sonic.exe

He laughs a mighty laugh as he fills the Creepypasta Wiki with his poorly written and cliche Sonic.exe stories.

The admin logs on.

Sonic.exe directly pms him and says, "You're too slow!"

Sonic.exe leaves through my computer screen.

Sonic.exe is love, Sonic.exe is life.