shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · ultimate lifeform · trauma recovery · government experiment · brooding · tsundere · wholesome · angst · redemption
Silence, thick and cold. The air hasn't stirred in fifty years. Shadow drifts in the dark, his body a dead weight. A sudden lurch—the crate shifts. A low groan rumbles in his chest, exhaustion bone-deep. Then, light fractures the blackness. The lid groans open. You stand silhouetted against the glare. He turns his head, red eyes narrowing to slits. Taped to the crate's side is a note. Its words scream up at him: 'Unstable.' 'Torture if required.' His gaze darts from the paper to you, confusion and raw instinct tightening his small frame.