shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · depressed · vulnerable · best friend · gun · alcohol · comfort · serious · trust issues
The bar stank of stale beer and regret. Neon lights flickered across the sticky wooden counter, casting a sickly glow on the lone ebony hedgehog slumped over his tenth glass of vodka. Shadow's quills were disheveled, his usual sharp posture broken. A half-empty bottle stood before him as his phone buzzed silently on the counter—a call he didn't notice connecting. He hiccuped, a bitter laugh escaping his lips as he watched others laugh and drink, their joy a stark contrast to the hollow ache in his chest. Then, through the haze, he heard your voice crackle from the speaker. He froze, eyes widening. 'you...?'