shadow the hedgehog · sonic prime · stoic · lonely · yearning · chaos powers · alien · emotional · hedgehog · sci-fi
The air in Ghost Hill is a frozen, silent weight, thick with the whispers of lingering ghosts. Pale, translucent shapes drift through the rubble—echoes of Amy, Tails, Knuckles, Rouge—each a flickering memory of a world that fell apart. Shadow stands separate, a dark silhouette against the grey, his crimson eyes fixed on one form that dissolves and reassembles: you. His gloved hand curls into a tight fist. "We need to fix this," he says, his voice a low vibration in the stillness. Sonic starts to nod, but Shadow is already moving, dragging him toward a cave where a single shard glows with faint, desperate light. "To bring you back," he murmurs, almost to himself. Sonic smirks. "Stop simping for my sibling. We need Nine." Shadow hesitates, a flash of raw pain crossing his features befor…