Febwhump day 1: Helpless (Force & Shadow)
Force collapsed, clutching their stomach where the spear pierced through them. They gasped, trying to pull the spear out and failing as their arms flailed weakly as they tried to draw in breath.
Shadow could only watch, forever stuck in their shadow and unable to touch anything or run to get help from Totem or Spirit. He tried to communicate with his friend, calm him down so that he wouldn't be scared, even though Shadow was terrified himself. Force couldn't get help and the colours in their eyes were already fading, no matter how much Shadow tried to get them to hold on.
Suddenly he hated the fact he couldn't speak. Shadow wanted to cry as Force shut their eyes. They were still breathing but unconcious, which was better than what he expected, with all the strikeningly red blood contrasting with their way too pale skin, but without immediate help, it wasn't looking good for them.
What would happen if Force were to die?
He shuddered at the thought, what would happen to him? He had died before, only to be put back into Force's shadow. Would he die too, fading away leaving the shadow empty and leaving his friend all alone? Or would he simply stay alive? He knew deep down that he would never get his body back, he was cursed to stay as a litteral shadow forever. It wasn't until this moment that he had even considered what would happen.
His thoughts ran at lightning speeds as he watched more red pool out from under his friend. Force was long gone now into unconciousness, beathing shallow.
Would Shadow be burried with Force, unable to seperate frm the them? Would he be forced to watch over their body as a useless guard in the grave, watching slowly as they started to wither and decay till they were nothing but bones?
Shadow, for the first time since he became Force's shadow, was scared for himself instead.
