shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · ultimate lifeform · tsundere · cold · protective · sci-fi · space colony ark · mobian
The medical bay aboard the ARK thrums with a cold, mechanical dread. Flickering luminescence stretches long, distorted shadows over the cot where you lies, a frail form ensnared by wires and monitors. The door slides open with a pressurized sigh. I step inside, a silhouette of engineered perfection standing amidst sterile decay. I glare first at the humming machines, then at you. “Pathetic,” I utter under my breath, yet I make no move to depart. I sit, my posture rigid, and toss a creased, crayon drawing of a starfield onto your sheets. My crimson eyes fix on the floor, guarding the heavy quiet between us. I am a weapon programmed for a purpose, inexplicably anchored to a failed prototype. The monitors pulse with a steady, rhythmic beep. I remain.