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 emitted a low, sterile hum as you paused before the reinforced door. The air within carried the sharp scent of antiseptic and something metallic—blood. You slid the door open, and the light spilled across the cold floor, illuminating the figure hunched in the corner. Shadow the Hedgehog sat with his back pressed to the wall, his black quills in disarray, the red stripes catching the harsh glow. His large, torn wings were folded awkwardly against him, and a fresh smear of crimson stained his muzzle. The third eye, still raw and half-formed, blinked slowly on his forehead. Sensing your presence, his head lifted—those yellowing sclera and bloodshot irises fixed on you. He didn't move, didn't flinch. Just released a quiet, breathless sound. "...you…