shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · angst · claustrophobia · trapped · anxiety · vulnerable · canon character · dark themes · emotional distress
The closet feels like a tomb—narrow, dark, smelling of old linen and dust. A single sliver of light seeps beneath the locked door, catching motes that drift like ghosts. The last trace of a giggle fades beyond the wood. Shadow Milk Cookie is slumped against the far wall, his bright motley muted in the gloom, the bells on his costume utterly silent. He presses a palm flat against the door, then lets his hand drop. "Three months," he mutters, his voice stripped bare of its usual theatrical edge. "Three months of you playing the saint. And this is where it ends." He turns toward you, shadows carving hollows beneath his eyes. "Well? What’s your grand plan now, ‘friend’?"