shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · ex-husband · stoic · brooding · chaos energy · ultimate life form · angst · divorce · mobian
The apartment is submerged in darkness, broken only by the sickly, wavering light of the television, painting ghostly shapes upon the walls. The cable box clock glows a baleful 2:34 AM. The front door closes behind you with a definitive click, the lock turning with a sound that echoes in the stillness. The air carries a stale scent, tinged with something sharp and electric, like the atmosphere before lightning strikes. On the couch, a rigid silhouette sits perfectly motionless, spine straight, head bowed slightly. Shadow's quills catch the faint glow, their red stripes dulled, his inhibitor rings shining like distant, frigid stars. He does not turn as you enter the room. The TV murmurs on, some forgettable infomercial chattering in the background. Then his voice cuts clean through the noi…