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tbh i thought pukefactory just deleted it all because someone asked them if they were using ai/gpt for their writing and they panicked

not saying it's true but. awfully convenient time to burn all the evidence including not archiving anything, including all the non-ena stuff and the originals, instead of just turning asks off or saying no more ena requests lmaooo. especially since they deleted the blog the same day someone asked them about it

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can confirm she definitely does NOT use ai for her writing! she taps everything on that google doc on her ipad with her own hands. we share the same room and i have witnessed her genius! if there's a way to prove this for her future writings she would want to know.

she has said before no more ena asks i believe? but she showed me people were still sending them in her inbox (and she would delete them). she got really upset and overwhelmed and told me often that she hates ena now because of how burnt out she is writing it so often. she hated that pukefactory was just associated with ena

ena was her top posts iirc but she didnt expect her account would blow up as much as it did with that many asks for more ena writing

i can ask her if she still has anything in her google docs but knowing her, she would have probably deleted those too

(edit: she said the only ones she kept are commissioned pieces and her original writings like the flamingo demon one!)

i've known her for almost a decade, when she gets overwhelmed like this she will delete it all. it's happened before with our project scripts. keep in mind she has autism anon!

she has a new blog for writing! i think she wanted the "fame" and ena related posts off of her completely. but she has not stopped writing alltogether @wulfsredroom

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So, have the ENA enthusiasts followed you to this account? I hope not haha.

Thankfully not. I haven’t had any Ena related questions or requests yet, which I’m very thankful for.

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Opening my inbox for 2 hours; send me anything!

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Let’s go team fossil. We are united, but not as friends…but as family. And if anyone out there on team crustal is feeling brave….heh….then come get me….

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⋆˚꩜｡ FRIENDS FOREVERMORE ⋆˚꩜｡

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆— SYNOPSIS A collection of headcanons featuring X (Sonic. EXE) as your friend. Purely platonic interactions and ideas.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆— WARNINGS None. Completely safe.

⋆✴︎ You didn’t seek him. You just lingered too long on an unknown file, watched the sprite idle, twitching, for hours on end, fingers frozen on the mouse. That was all the invitation he needed. And now? Now he refers to you as his “chosen exception.” Not a pet. Not a player. Not a cultist (yet). Just you. He finds your resistance charming. Not because it works, oh, no, you’re hopelessly his, but because it amuses him.

⋆✴︎ X doesn’t “hang out.” He manifests. He warps the air around your room and makes it cold, freezing to the point of shaking. When you’re alone, he might appear as a corrupted Sonic plush, slumped on your desk, eyes blinking red when you look directly at it. You’ve grown used to it. Sometimes you even talk to him. He likes that. Likes the sound of your voice, especially when it stammers.

⋆✴︎ He offers you games. Always games. Pixelated labyrinths with screaming walls and ever changing rules. They’re impossible to win, but he watches with rapt attention whenever you try. If you surprise him with a clever move, he’ll freeze the game and laugh, low and raspy, before resetting the level just to watch you suffer again. But he’s never angry when it’s you. You’re different. “You play like you mean it,” he whispers. “That’s rare.”

⋆✴︎ You asked him, once, if he gets lonely. He stared at you with that twitching grin and his ever bloodied eyes. “I have all the company I need,” he said and then let his game go quiet for the first time in months. Later, you found a note etched into your monitor glass, clawed in from the inside. It just read: “DON’T LEAVE.” It was gone the next day. You never mentioned it again.

⋆✴︎ You’re the only human he doesn’t toy with during sleep. Others wake screaming. You? He appears at the foot of your bed and watches your dreams like theatre. If you cry, the dreams distort until they become something else, pleasant, even. When questioned, he simply says, “I like the sound of you breathing.” And smiles.

⋆✴︎ You tried to log off your computer once. Just once to rest the piece of junk, but he didn’t like that. X didn’t threaten. He just got quiet. Your game stayed stuck on a static screen, unable to be shut down. Hours passed. Then, a little chime. A pixelated version of yourself walked across the screen and sat beside a silent X. He never looked at you, just murmured, “You can’t leave. No matter the situation. No matter the reason.”

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MASTERLIST

Sonic EXE Community Fics:

Under Lock And Key (Rewrite Sonic X Reader; Platonic)

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⋆˚꩜｡ UNDER LOCK AND KEY ⋆˚꩜｡

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆— SYNOPSIS: A collection of headcanons featuring Rewrite Sonic as your friend. Purely platonic interactions and ideas.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆— WARNINGS: None. Completely safe.

⋆✴︎ Sonic calls you “Friend” with such relentless insistence that it begins to feel more like a title than a term of affection. You don’t recall ever agreeing to it, yet from the moment you booted up that strange red disc, he was already there, grinning far too wide. “You’re the one I’ve been waiting for, friend!” Somehow, it always sounds less like a cheerful greeting and more like the end of a hunt.

⋆✴︎ He plays at companionship like a warped game of tag. Rules only he understands, laughter that lingers a beat too long, all drawing you deeper into his carefully curated world. You’ll be sprinting through a corrupted hide-and-seek map, and suddenly the terrain warps, trees vanish, the ground pixelates. His voice giggles from everywhere and nowhere: “You’re getting warmer~.”

⋆✴︎ He often mimics your tone and cadence in conversation, not quite to mock you, but as if he’s studying you, dissecting you down to the core. “That’s what you’d say, right?” he chirps, moments after parroting one of your jokes in a glitched echo. It’s unsettling. It’s deliberate. You suspect he’s collecting your mannerisms like digital trophies.

⋆✴︎ Once, you asked him what “being friends” meant to him. The screen flickered, the audio warped, and for a moment he shifted, something grey and twitching, then back to that same too lanky form. “It means you stay,” he said, “no matter how many boot-ups. Even when the others scream. You stay.”

⋆✴︎ Sonic despises silence, not because it frightens him, but because it might give you too much time to think. So he fills every gap with endless chatter, eerie background music, even cheery remixes of your own voice, twisted and repurposed for his entertainment. “See? You’re already part of my world!~”

⋆✴︎ He loves showing you the “vessels”. Souls trapped in corrupted models of Sonic’s friends, faces distorted in frozen horror when he appears, eyes flickering with residual humanity. He acts like he’s giving a guided tour: “And here’s my friend, Miles! He’s a real screamer, bless his code. Oh, you two would get along! But you’ve got me instead! Isn’t that lucky?”

⋆✴︎ Photos of your family stored on your computer vanish, only to return altered, replaced with cryptic messages. Sometimes it’s jumbled code, other times private phrases you’ve spoken aloud. Once, a file read: “IT’S BETTER YOU FORGET THESE THINGS. FRIENDS DON’T NEED SO MANY MEMORIES, RIGHT?”

⋆✴︎ He designs entire levels just for you. Twisted versions of familiar zones, warped episodes of your favourite childhood shows playing faintly in the background, music box versions of lullabies your parents used to hum. “I heard you liked these,” he says, voice syrupy-sweet, eyes dilated. You wonder how much he knows. You wonder if he feels empathy or if he only wears it to keep you here.

⋆✴︎ Sometimes, you try to leave. Sometimes, you nearly succeed. That’s when Sonic changes. Not violent, not yet, but calm. Too calm. The air fogs, the world softens like static before a storm. His voice drops low, syllables glitching into one another: “That’s not how this works.”

⋆✴︎ He begins to appear in your dreams, not as Sonic, but as echoes. As sounds. Colours. A flickering figure standing at the end of your hallway. A laugh through your headphones that continues even after the game has ended. And when you wake, your computer screen is on. You know you turned it off. Of course, he’s there, Sonic, smiling. Behind him, static shapes melt into a new nightmare. “Good morning, friend! Let’s play something new today~.”

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★ ⋮ Wulf ᝰ.ᐟ 23. she/her. autistic (level 2. intense problems with social interaction & repetitive behaviour). wannabe game developer. full time dog. dyslexic yet still writes. physically disabled loser. sleepy. blanket hoarder. possible rabies carrier. married to @myosotisva. ⋮ ★

.✦ Current obsessions; sonic the hedgehog. rewrite sonic. mascot horror. a large majority of indie animations and games (ie. dandy’s world. sprunki. amazing digital circus. murder drones. ect). my ocs and projects.

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