Sonic.exe 2017 Remake Mass Dramatic Reading

[Casual, yet concerned] "Hey Kyle, it's me, Tom. Just checking up on you again... For the 57th time, probably. Listen man, it's been like, three weeks since we last spoke. Where are you?"

[Grieving, angry] "I should have read the signs the minute he stopped responded to my calls. I should have been there! I should have fucking done something..."

[Verge of tears, terrified] "Please hurry, I don't know where he is or what he's doing, but I'm... I'm fucking terrified. I just wanna go home detective, I just wanna go home and not be here. Please..."

[Professional] "We had a call not too long ago today about an unsanitary odor going on at Dorm Room #231, Kyle Scott's dorm room. The door was locked from the inside, so somebody had to bust it down just to see what was causing the smell."

[Informative, yet disturbed] "Over the last couple of months, numerous bizarre deaths have been happening. Not just in this city, but in neighboring communities as well. They all have been the same thing. Homes left unattended, computers broken in some way, and the bodies..."

[Serious] "I'm gonna talk to Sarah about it and we'll look into it. I'm trusting you on this theory of yours Tom, you understand what that might mean, right?"

[Informative] "We checked the autopsies and they all said the same thing, the esophagus and the inside of the chest were completely ruptured, like something large forced it's way down the victims' throats."

[Professional, yet friendly] "You're welcome to participate in the investigation if you wish, Tom. Of course, you'll have to stay out of our way sometimes for your own safety."

[Cool, matter-of-fact] "Well... Not exactly. The forensics had reported they found something within Thomas Miller's trash when searching for evidence."

[Casual, upbeat] "Yo, man, we still on for tonight?"

[Uncomfortable] "Tom, let's go into another room, this is starting to freak me out."

[Panicked, in disbelief] "What the hell kind of crazy assholes would wanna think of THIS thing as some kind of god?"

[Blasé] "Good idea, if he hasn't been responding to your calls, then he should at least give you a good reason for it face to face."

[Dismissive] "Of course he's gonna! He's already iced Kyle and Wilkinson. If he's able to sneak into this school twice, it'll pretty much be a cakewalk the third time."

[Agitated] "Ugh, fuck off with that, man. There isn't some monster going around pretending to be Sonic and stealing people souls, dammit."

[Unamused] "Ugh, way to make it creepy, jackass."

[Protective] "Don't say that! That creep isn't going anywhere near my Michael!"

[Angry, yet afraid] "That's fucked up! The way you talk about humans is like you think we're nothing but toys!"

[Upbeat] "Hey there! This is Kyle. I'm not here right now, but go on and leave a message!"

[Remorseful] "I'm so sorry dude... This is all my fault. I should have never have gotten this godforsaken game in the first place. I fucked up real bad dude... I fucked up real bad..."

[Determined] "Yeah. But I'm not going to. It's bad enough he's gotten me and everyone else, but I'm not gonna let him get you."

[Sinister] "Wouldn't you all agree?"

[Ominously calm] "Besides... It's not like you guys are gonna stop me."

[Furious, throwing a tantrum] "You cheated! That's not fair! You're a rotten little cheater, Tom!"

[Upbeat, with an ominous lilt at the end] "Glad I guessed right! Okay, The first game we're gonna play is "Hide and Seek". All you gotta do is remain hidden... and don't let me catch you."

[Haughty] "Don't make me laugh. I've never murdered a single human being in my life!"

[Friendly, manipulative] "I'm not asking much, really. All I ask is that you keep me entertained every now and then. It's only fair that way, right?"

[Cruelly playful] "This adorable little foxy just loves to play with the fire here, don't you?"

[Sing-song] "What's wrong Tom? Don'tcha recognize me?"

[Cheerful, with a musical lilt at the end] "I have a few friends that like to make sure my collecting goes off without a hitch. None of you are going anywhere..."

[Smug] "Hold it right there, Green. This is a crime scene, not a daycare center. That kid can't come in here."

[Urgent] "All of you, return to your dormitories! Somebody get the principal! We need to call the police!"

[Professional] "Yes, ma'am. I won't disappoint you. I am a soldier enforcing our Lord X's desires. I am always at his disposal."

[Polite] "Well, you're in luck, dear. I put it over there."

[Frantic, horrified] "It's- It's Mrs. Wilkinson! She's... She's dead! She's dead!"

[Weak, desperate] "Help me... Get me out of here... Please... Before he comes back..."

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