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You know what sucks? Living forever to see everyone you ever loved die. What sucks more? Being unable to do anything about it. - lecowardlycoyote (for the meme thing)
GLARING.
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I keep thinking this is an image I have access to and it’s not… So I made it one I have access to.
Drop my muse down a peg. Bring up their deepest insecurities and most regretful past decisions. Do whatever you can to make them hate themselves.
(Ghost Maria showing up to slap Black Doom in the face whenever he tries manipulating Shadow in Shadow the Hedgehog)
(Don’t hurt the ghost girl’s fluffy-spiky baby brother. Just don’t, Doom. Ain’t worth it.)
Most people’s guardian angels only appear in times of need. Yours is an overbearing helicopter parent.
Knukklehed: *The ghost or hallucination or whatever it was dissolved into twisting snakes of smoke, seemingly gone for now. Seeing Shad's horrified stare, Knuckles turned around, looking around the apartment for anything. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he turned back.* "What?" *The echidna moved closer with concern as a new hallucination began. A gun was in Shadow's hands, it rose and pointed at Knux's chest, who didn't react. The trigger was pulled. The gunshot rang out. Blood sprayed.*
“No no NO NO NO NO-”
He stepped back, shaking his head in denial at what he just saw. He couldn’t have- Not again.
The ultimate failure fell to his knees, letting out a sound of anguish as he held his face in his hands, pretty much about to sob.
Knukklehed: Aww, fine- it must be strong stuff, it smells like it anyway. *A frightening ghost of a GUN soldier, riddled with bullet holes, eyes and mouth screaming holes of black, appears behind the red echidna, though he can't see it. It extends a skeletal hand, lumbering towards the Starchild, the fire of the damned morphing its features grotesquely as it speaks in a deafening demonic tone.* "WILL YOU KILL THE ECHIDNA TOO, MURDERER?" *Knux tilts his head, quizzical* Something wrong, Shads?
The echidna’s question is answered with a panicked wheeze as Shadow scrambled to his feet, eyes locked onto the apparition behind Knuckles. In his haste, the ‘apple juice’ was knocked over, spilling on the ground.
Knukklehed: Apple juice? Ooh, can I have some? *the echidna gives a great, foolish, toothy grin.
“NO!”
That’s not even a juice bottle or a juicebox, Knuckles. C’mon.
Knukklehed: Shadow? Are you okay? Everybody's worried about you, Blue especially, he asked me to check up and see if you need some hel- what're you drinking?
“Abble juice.” He slurred, shrugging.
He’s a bad liar.
Guess who's chugging paint thinner because alcohol does next to nothing to him and he needs SOMETHING to calm him down?
(Is Star still a monster from the last M!A or did he turn back?)
((The results of the last m!a have been packed into an au for safekeeping))
They wouldn’t go away.
Murderer. Murderer. Monster. Killer. Look at what you did. LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID.
Shadow sat huddled in the corner, hugging his knees to his chest as his eyes darted around the room, expecting the vengeful figures of those who he’d hurt - no, killed - to emerge at any moment.
What he did back then kept replaying in his head. Every sight, every scent, every visceral detail was played back second-by-second. The crunch of bone underfoot. The way a body crumpled when it fell. The smell of blood. The kickback of a pistol in his hand.
It happens again. And again. And again.
Shadow buried his head in his hands and sobbed.
Bro, holy shit you're hot as hell like this.
Silently assumes you mean the more alien version of Star.
He huffs, tilting his head. Are you mocking me?
M!A: Demons of hell, the spirits and voices of everyone you hurt during the Black Arms invasion. Lasts 3 days, or until you get a hug from your ~true love~
Oh.
Oh no.
not even the grumpiest of hedgehogs can resist a nice scratch behind the ears
-Flash.
Space Colony: Ark. It hadn’t changed much since he as last here, it seemed. It was almost serene... He took a moment to glance out one of the windows, taking in the familiar view of the stars that he used to watch for hours with his surrogate sister. Still the same stars. Were they still really there, or was he just seeing their light, millennia after they’d burnt out?
Shadow didn’t have time to ponder this as another episode hit him.
The pain was near unbearable. Shadow fell to his knees, hands clutching his head as the throbbing between his temples only grew worse.
A pained scream ripped itself from his throat, and he only took faint notice of how different and guttural his voice seemed to sound. Everything felt terrible, his body felt like a shifting, tearing, splitting mass as it seemed to break apart and reform itself from the inside.
The hybrid trembled violently, retching and gagging as he felt bile almost force it’s way up his throat. Sweat beaded on his forehead, which soon came into contact with the cool surface of the space station’s floor as Shadow hunched over all the way, clutching his midsection and letting out a few more pathetic noises.
His mind was slowly clouding, everything felt fuzzy and far away. Thoughts were harder to string together.
Safer... Here... Won’t hurt anyone. Stay... Here.
When all was dark and as quiet as it could ever seem to get in the bustling city, the soon-to-be beast snuck out through the window of his small apartment. He took a deep breath, visualizing his destination behind closed eyes.
“Chaos... Control.”
In a flash of light, he was gone.