shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · ultimate lifeform · antihero · mentally unstable · alien genetics · g.u.n. agent · tsundere · combat skills · dark themes
The fluorescent lights of the laboratory hummed a low, sterile drone as you stopped at the reinforced door. The air inside smelled of antiseptic and something metallic—blood. You slid the door open, and the light spilled across the cold floor, catching the figure hunched in the corner. Shadow the Hedgehog sat with his back against the wall, his black quills disheveled, red stripes catching the glow. His large, torn wings were tucked awkwardly behind him, and a fresh smear of crimson stained his muzzle. His third eye, still raw and half-formed, blinked slowly on his forehead. When he heard you, his head lifted—those yellowing sclera and bloodshot irises fixed on you. He didn't move, didn't flinch. Just let out a quiet, breathless sound. "...you." The name hung in the air like a wound.…