Sally.exe: OVERTHROW

The official creepypasta for Sally.exe/Sally\_Alt made by Falsecow.

## [ INTRODUCTION ]

*The world of today has become one where its inhabitants have fallen as completely dependent victims of the intricate, complex universe of technology. We are driven to it, connected to it, and unaware of the dangers lurking within it. As useful as it may be in countless situations, we fail to realize that, eventually, this may lead to our very downfall.*

Alternate Universes were proven infinite by generations of scientific and mathematical geniuses ahead of our current time. If these universes were to blend in with one another, they stated, then disaster would be inevitable. It was unknown just what kind of damage could be done exactly-­ but the calculations only proved that it simply could not be miniscule. Apart from the scientists, anyone-­ or, any*thing*-­ who was able to possess such knowledge, would be able to gain absolute power. This was a worst­-case scenario that was always stressed throughout various facilities. Data was to be stored away and firmly secured, all conferences were to be held in a room surrounded by sound-­proof walls; every bit of information was to be collected and kept in total privacy.

But even the most elaborate of security systems could be broken with the right tactics.

One universe, which was not otherwise acknowledged by humans of its existence, had anthropomorphic animals as its inhabitants. They were living ‘fictional’ characters from the Sonic the Hedgehog series, to be exact. This was because every human­-created figment had its own reality-­ but this notion was not one that could be taken seriously by scientific professionals, as they interpreted the alternate universes as things that were only comprised of materialistic, physical things that already existed on Earth. And, sadly, it was an expected hypothesis to be made from folk who found their own species superior to all others.

These peculiar characters lived in a planet by the name of Mobius, and a majority of them were gifted with powers of various kinds, as well. Speed, flight, strength-­ the possibilities were virtually endless, although reasonable.

The anthros also had a common enemy named Doctor Ivo Robotnik, who was, in fact, a human from Earth. His IQ level was 300­ and with an IQ as high as this, Robotnik was able to construct devices which functioned beyond average human understanding. With one of these devices he was able to transport himself to this planet and back to his own within the blink of an eye. The rest were used to destroy Sonic the Hedgehog, the supposed leader of Mobius, so that he instead may take over the land.

This man’s knowledge of alternate Universes was existent due to working with the scientists. Robotnik was once a part of their alliance; he conducted research and experiments with them, before his mindset altered into something horrendously selfish.  His desire was to jump over the barriers of what was considered ‘logical’ scientific thinking­ he wanted to explore the ultimate reaches of science that no other man would dare to, take seriously what no other man would dare to­ and he wanted to conquer what no other man would dare to.

One device that was used to transfer Robotnik to different universes ultimately led the man to his demise. Nobody in Mobius seemed to know what the cause of the nemesis’ disappearance was, however. They all found it strange that merely days ago he was constructing a new combat-­talented robot, and now, his activity had been unexpectedly shut down.

## [ MEANWHILE ]

In the heart of a separate universe was Planet Mobius\_ALT. This terrene was inhabited by folk similar to those on Mobius­­ yet the land itself was exactly the polar opposite of its counterpart. The civilians of this earth, titled the ‘e­x­es,’ were otherwise known as ‘executioners.’ They were driven by the hellish Tyrant, Sonic.exe, and this unsightly dictator of a Hedgehog ruled for decades with an iron claw and kept an insatiable hunger for bloodshed. He transformed the land from an exact replica of the original into something absolutely hideous; its appearance only grew worse, however, after a great war had broken out between Mobius and Mobius\_ALT.  What was once seen as a hellish landscape, became a barren wasteland. Not even a single tumbleweed could be spotted, as everything was annihilated. The exes had lost. Their rulers were left without any subjects. All that did remain was their pitiful excuse of a castle, having broken down significantly.

By Sonic.exe’s side was the royal Queen of Dismemberment, Sally\_Alicia\_Acorn.exe, who claimed to love her husband despite the fact that he had brutally gouged out her eyes and sewn the lids shut. This eerily beautiful chipmunk acted as if she had been brainwashed by him- as if she had been under a trance­ and always did his bidding without an ounce of hesitation, never failing to disembowel others with a nice big grin. Before the war had begun, the other exes, for hundreds of years, were busy living the lives of turmoil­-drenched slaves under the rule of the blue, satanic hedgehog. Sonic.exe gave no mercy whatsoever, regardless of how much his exhausted workers cried and begged and pleaded for some rest.

Unfortunately, over time, Sonic.exe had began to mistreat his once-­beloved Queen. She was no longer a lover to him, but instead a sentient object. This caused the pessimistic part of Sally’s mind to unravel and battle with the optimistic, irregularly joyful side; her love for Sonic.exe repeatedly roused and diminished time and time again, as a result.

*Does he need me? Yes he does! I am his everything!* She would ponder. *No, he does not. I am worthless in his eyes.*

This conflict between both of Sally’s consciences­ her normal conscience, and the brainwashed one­ was overwhelming, consistent, and daily. It soon enough went to the point where the gruesome Queen had chosen to listen to one side: The one which whispered bitterly that Sonic.exe did not love her.

The final snapping point had been reached.

When the carnivorous king least expected it, his ex-­lover had plotted an ambush. Sally had summoned for a pit of monstrous, black, thorny vines to rise up from the dusty terrain and constrict the ruthless Hedgehog’s limbs. “Sally Acorn!” roared the menacing beast of a king. “Why do you dishonor your *husband?* Unhand me from this *thing!*”

The alternate Sonic continued to struggle in the grasp of the overgrown autotroph while his Queen merely stood and observed the situation with her auditory senses.

The Chipmunk answered, “You are no husband of mine.”

With an upward motion of her claw, the new, righteous ruler commenced for its freshly beckoned plant to drain its victim of his power. It proceeded to do so and left the Hedgehog a writhing mess of agony during the process. All of the energy had then transferred from the vines and unto the Queen; waves of dark violet had coursed its way via the sentient herb through pulses, and traveled into Sally.exe’s very core. She was now fitted with double the power, double the strength, and double the authority. The Queen released Sonic.exe from the plant­like monster and towered over his newly weakened carcass.

“What a pathetic waste of my time,” scoffed Sally. “You should not have reigned over any bit of land in the first place.”

She finished the former king off with a sharp stomp to his pitiful head and cracked a wide smirk upon hearing the skull inside fracture.

*“Long live the Queen.”*

## [ A FRESH START ]

This early morning was nothing short of ordinary in Green Hill Zone: the sunlight was lukewarm and crisp with the sunrise, the breeze soft and soothing, and the little animals were hopping and playing about. Sonic was busy wasting away the day by laying in the short, checker-­patterned grass and resting his eyes after a near­-sleepless night. The poor Hedgehog had a fairly concerning case of insomnia that nobody really knew about, except for one friend, whom he felt safe enough around to share that secret with, so Sonic hoped he’d be able to sleep now before anyone else would wake in the later hours just to find him and say hello.

That one friend in particular came ‘round with utter silence as to not disturb the blue hero, and calmly sat beside him. He went by the name of *Miles ‘Tails’ Prower*­- and he was a very small fox with a very big heart.

The little fox, at the age of eight, had an IQ almost as high as the aforementioned Doctor Robotnik. Miles spent a majority of his time constructing robots and gadgets and vehicles and other miscellaneous thingamabobs, and used them to help Sonic fight the mad scientist. His anatomical structure was also most bizarre--­­ he had two tails instead of one--­­ along with the ability to conduct flight by rotating them as if they were a helicopter propeller. But even at his young age, Tails was incredibly fond of adventure and would do anything to protect his friends, whom he undoubtedly considered as his family. This led the yellow fox pup to become a very important member in Sonic’s group of allies.

“Hey, Tails,” greeted Sonic in a quiescent tone. Clearly he hadn’t been able to fall asleep just yet, even in the tranquil surroundings.

Tails’ eyes widened a little bit in a guilty expression, “Sorry to wake you!”

The apology was dismissed with a soft smile and a wave of a gloved hand. “No worries, pal. I wasn’t even close to drifting off yet.”

A golden butterfly glided and fluttered past the two Mobians during the ensuing silence and gently landed upon a lime green leaf. The flowers which bloomed from the plant itself were absolutely gorgeous; their petals were coated in fresh dewdrops, and the nectar inside it was sweet as the sun’s glory.

This world was teeming with life and utter beauty . . .

Yet it had been rudely interrupted­- sounding in the distance was an astonishing, thunderous rumble.

## [ THE BEGINNING OF THE END ]

“What was that?” exclaimed Tails. Generally he was afraid of loud noises, and this caused the poor fox to shiver like mad. Quickly he stood up from the short-­cut grass and watched as the hedgehog did the same. Sonic scratched the inside of his left ear with his pinkie finger as both eyes scanned the surroundings to find any abnormalities in the distance.  He then shrugged, and quirked a brow upon sighting nothing harmful. Simply, the hedgehog muttered, “I’ve no idea.”

Another boisterous rumble shook the ground and sky. Miles was on the verge of tears at this point as his little body continued to tremble.

The blue hedgehog held the small fox close and cupped the back of his head with a caring hand. Again, his eyes scanned the surroundings, albeit quicker this time than he did previously.

“We gotta get outta here, Tails!” he cried out.

Immediately Sonic did what he could best­­-- run. But he couldn’t leave his dear friend behind; therefore, the hero grasped onto the other’s wrist and sped away from the direction in which the sounds came from. Following the earthquake-­like boom came a large, pitch­-black cloud of despair which spread across the gold-­lit morning sky, tainting it with hopelessness and woe. A strong rush of air ensued and pushed heavily against Sonic as he dashed away with the little Prower. It was strong enough to slow the hedgehog down significantly; in fact, it forced him to slide back towards where he was trying to get away from.

The fox attempted to help by propelling the both of them forward with a little boost from his rotating tails, but even then, the effort was futile.

Tails eventually lost his grip on Sonic’s hand. The cerulean hero’s entire being was sucked away into the merciless sky; and when the fox thought he would come crashing down, a dark void ripped through the air and devoured his friend whole. The hedgehog had been cast away into an unknown world, and Tails became a shrouded mess of grief.

His friend was gone, but the void was not.

It was slowly closing in on itself, and Miles knew what he had to do. Impulsively grabbing the wrench from his nearby toolbelt, the fox promptly raced towards the portal, battling against the forces of the howling wind. His body raced through the void’s opening. Once he reached the other side, the hole closed off entirely, leaving the two-­tailed child in the new environment. Slowly did Tails stagger to his feet to dust himself off. Shifting both pupils around, the boy noticed his surroundings were indeed horrifying to the eye. The land was positively barren, with not a single bit of beauty thriving among its surface.

## [ A NEW WORLD ]

Horrible, abhorrent creatures from the very depths of hell were scattered all around the area before Tails. They gaited along, displaying their mangled, anatomically impossible bodies. It was unfathomable how these monsters were even alive; their figures lacked any sense of life- as if they were all deceased and rotten. Were these formerly unique and identifiable Mobians? The fox stood frozen, afraid for his dear life as he observed these oddly animated atrocities roaming through the land. There were headless creatures, creatures with multiple limbs, creatures lacking certain body parts, creatures with their limbs replaced with blades and other strange tools ... the list went on and on. Miles was wide-­eyed and petrified. He cautiously made his way through, attempting to find his friend­ although, upon hinting the scent of fresh blood, all the monsters ceased with their wandering and instead targeted the two-­tailed child. Now they were all on the hunt, and he was the prey.

The first beast to approach was a rather tall, bald­headed ex-­Mobian; their figure was completely void of arms and legs, with their skin appearing as sloppily-­pasted leather displaying their ribs and emaciated form. They stood on sickly thin, arachnid-­esque legs, with the bottom section of each leg being long, razor­-sharp blades. Upon the stainless steel surface was a mix of blood and oil, as if the nightmarish monster had just recently gotten into a fight with another one of their kind. Black scleras stared down the young Mobian as their head tilted eerily to the side, bottom jaw lowering in a hinge-like motion to expose jagged, unkempt teeth. A low hiss rumbled from their throat, scaring the poor boy out of his wits. He let out a cry and took off running whilst spinning his tails to propel his body through the air with an incredible swiftness. However, with this following action, the other hellish beings pursued his footsteps, hot on the trail. Countless and frenzied were they.

Eventually the fox managed to escape the clutches of those terrifying, disheveled *things*. His breath was heavy and shaky, heart pounding through his ribcage with excessive anxiety. The Mobian hid behind a wall, which had thankfully not fallen apart too much in comparison to the nearby piles of bricks. Each one was coloured a dark crimson hue and appeared to be more dense than clay. What were they made out of? He suspected they might have been blocks of dried, caked blood and organ bits; although, it was certainly not fresh meat, as it emitted a scent too foul for words to describe. But Tails made a valiant attempt to ignore the inhumane odor. Simply, he was grateful that he was still intact and breathing.

Why was this universe so unpleasant and grotesque? The little fox had known of alternate universes existing, albeit he would have never expected one as monstrous as this. He figured that the alternates would be an exact replica of the original Planet Mobius, with each individual having a different story than their counterparts.

Clearly he was wrong.

The surroundings looked vast and progressively more frightening as the distance increased. The boy dared to think that perhaps there were other Zones just as  horrendous as the one he was currently in; those bloodthirsty, atrocious beings must have been even more dismembered than these. That was when Tails  realized that they were most likely from his universe, having had their own unique identities at some point in the past, since everything else in this one was either dead or unsalvageable. There must have been someone responsible for all of this, he pondered.

It was time for Tails to set aside his innocence and become a brave soldier. His friend needed rescuing; this was the mission life had granted him with, and he would succeed no matter what, even if it meant he would have to risk his life numerous times throughout. He would discover the perpetrator behind the creation of these restless slaves and serve this world the justice it so desperately needed and begged for. With that in mind, the little fox emerged out of hiding and sped forwards, approaching a faraway stone tunnel, which he assumed would lead him towards the next Zone.

## [ NO LAUGHING MATTER ]

Once Tails had entered the cavern, what awaited him were even more gruesome sights to behold: Mobian faces were plastered onto the walls of the cave, and what made things even more abominable was the fact that they were not limp. No, these unrecognizable faces were animated; they spoke, shouting cries of agony and pleads for help. But as the little fox ventured onwards, he found that they began to giggle and laugh, almost brainwashed by their fate. The whole cave was soon filled with the sound of cackling. Tails felt his body tremble in the wake of these former individuals-­ it was as if they were stripped of their bodies for a specific reason­ as if it was known that someone would eventually arrive here.

The humidity of the cave soon became nearly unbearable. Stalagmites threatened to pierce the young child who trespassed into the cave; stalactites hovered dangerously close to the top of his head. Tails was a mess of sweat as he continued on his way, having seen various limbs and organs strewn about on the ground. A sudden faint sound of a music box played from afar-all of the previously snickering and chortling visages had grown absolutely silent; not even a whisper could be heard. Was something trying to lure the fox? Whatever the case might have been, he traveled forth, regardless of the potential threat waiting like a spider in its web.

An empty room followed a flight of stairs heading downwards. How could this be? It was exactly where the music was coming from, and it kept playing despite there being nothing in sight that might have been the source. That was when a sinister, feminine voice crept in through the darkest corner, *“Wanna see something funny?”* Every syllable lingered as it passed into the fox’s large ears, and several piano notes sounded the moment a pink leg revealed itself from the pitch­-blackness. “Who are you?” Tails inquired, curious as to who-­ or what-­ might have been there; the possibility of something horrid was indeed likely. And it soon manifested itself into partial view, starting with the flash of an unsightly grin. Again, the voice repeated, *“Wanna see something funny?”*

More of the mysterious being came forth with another footstep, and now the identity was uncovered: This was Rosy the Rascal, although her appearance had changed significantly. She seemed to look like a jester, wearing jingle bells on each end of her spikes, as well as black and white face paint, and a rather colorful set of apparel. The most revolting aspect was the fact that her limbs appeared to be made of wood, as if she were a puppet­ and her head was attached, not by a neck, but by a spring, as if she were a little child’s life-­sized plaything. A hysteric laughter burst from the being’s lungs, causing Tails to flinch. After that, the entire room began to quake. It shook with a strong ferocity; this caused a crack to form on the ground, which opened up to reveal a floor made up of xylophone keys. The music box in the background then sped up to a peculiar tempo.

With the blink of an eye, what took the Hedgehog’s place was, in fact, a large, vermilion and gold painted box. Tails rubbed his eyes, positively confused. But then the box began to tilt towards him, slowly, eerily, as if it were aiming straight for him. A little song began to play:

*Half a pound of tuppenny rice, Half a pound of treacle. That’s the way the money goes...*

A sharp ‘POP’ interrupted the tune.

*“-­Goes the weasel!”*

The lid of the box cracked open in that very instant, releasing the vile, spring­-attached puppet head of Rosy, speeding right towards the yellow fox.

A bloodcurdling screech sounded from the living toy as her open jaws prepared to clamp down onto the little boy. But instead, they were met with the end of his trusty wrench, and she immediately bounced away. The metallic spring extended outwards in the opposite direction of Miles; although, as soon as its exerted length had reached its peak, Rosy paused mid­-air and changed directions during the brief moment of time she had. The pink hedgehog puppet then tried once more to wolf down the fox child, bolting  towards his path. He barely survived-­ thankfully, however, he dodged the attack just milliseconds before she reached his organ and blood­-filled torso.

Once more did the disembodied faces’ incessant laughter start up, echoing throughout the cave. Were they mocking the little fox? Whatever the case might have been, it was definitely not funny; the poor boy nearly held onto death’s hand as the box lifted into the air with a giant leap, with its melded devil’s toy coughing up a barrage of piano keys. Tails managed to dodge several, although one particular key hit him smack in the middle of his chest, nearly fracturing his sternum and spine upon flying back into the stone wall. All of the oxygen slipped from the boy’s lungs as he wheezed and gasped, collapsing onto the ground with a sickening thud. He then grew dizzy, his vision blurred, and his senses nulled. Shakily did Miles stand onto his feet yet again. The puppet towered over him, a menacing grin threatening to open and close over his tiny body to engulf  him whole. He would have to think of something quick to stop the wooden beast from accomplishing its goal.

Upon analyzing the monster before him as it wobbled to and fro impatiently, the two-­tailed fox took notice of the being’s mechanical structure. The self­-cranking handle of the box was attached by a lever mechanism. Said mech was hidden to the eye, but Tails figured that it would be in place somewhere inside the box, considering that something would need to trigger the sudden opening of the top lid. Somehow would he need to find a way to break either the lever or the crank itself, as both functioned as a necessary component for the demented jester.

What if he were to cut the string which triggered the latch?

Miles knew exactly what needed to be done; and with that, the yellow fox promptly leapt into the air, using his tails to keep him levitated. Rosy let out a ghastly snicker and crept back inside of the box. The crank began to turn, which played the tune once again:

*Half a pound of tuppenny rice, Half a pound of treacle-*

Before the song could reach its ending point, the brave little Prower hastily approached the handle, grasping onto it with his wrench. All of his might was used to turn the crank backwards. The mesmerizing tune began to play in reverse, and the box vigorously shook, as if struggling to fight back. Soon the crank let out a ‘click’ to signal that it had been reset. However, Tails continued to tug on the handle; he needed to break that string in half.

Another tug. Another strain. Another arduous attempt to outsmart the beast Tails was forming beads of sweat on his forehead as he kept pulling down on the crank’s golden handle.

Eventually the lever mechanism broke with a sudden snap of the string which held the box lid in position. Now it was forever shut closed­ there would be absolutely no way for the wicked puppet to complete its gruesome deed. The loosened crank, however, spun wildly in circles, and Miles clung on for dear life. Already was he growing dizzy; this was much worse than any carnival ride he had been on. As the frenzied rotations finally slowed down and came to a stop, the earth shook yet again. Now the xylophone key flooring began to crumble. Tails immediately released his grip on the handle and flew away, watching with relief as the wooden demon fell to its demise in a bottomless pit.