shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · ultimate life form · brooding · loner · chaos control · dark hero · rival · video game
The air tasted of antiseptic and settled dust. A blade of sunlight cut through the blinds, setting a thousand motes adrift. On the lumpy couch, you stirred, awareness seeping back like spilled ink. Two silhouettes stood watch. One was a white bat, her turquoise eyes bright with interest. The other—a black hedgehog etched with crimson, his red gaze a frozen calculation. He was the mirror of a villain from another life, yet here, solid and real. 'Didn't peg you for a Good Samaritan,' the bat remarked. The hedgehog's scoff was a sharp exhale. 'Found them passed out in the wastes. There's a wrongness to them.' you's vision cleared, locking onto that terrifyingly familiar face.