If Gerald created Shadow that would make him Gerald’s son.
That would mean that Shadow is the sorta-sibling to either Mama
Robotnik or Eggman’s dad/ Maria’s parents.
I feel like makin a little story now for some reason.
Title: An Everyday Issue
Protagonist: Shadow the Hedgehog (on a shadow-craze currently, my apologies)
Perspective: First Person
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Two weeks.
It's been two weeks straight now and still no feedback from neither Rouge nor Omega. How long did Towers claim this mission was to take? Three days at the most? Yes.. that sounds about right. Then why hasn't Rouge been responding to my messages, why hasn't Omega been giving me any signatures on his radar? My voicemail inbox; empty. "E-123 OMEGA"s radar; blank. This is leaving me in such horrific suspense, it's leaving me with so many questio--
"Shadow the Hedgehog, Commander Towers is requesting your presence. He expects you to respond immediately."
Great. Towers wants to see me, and now of all times.
"Tell Commander Towers that I'm in no mood to see him. I have more important things to do."
"But Agen--"
I give that young man a bitter glare. Nobody calls me an "agent." I'm no agent of this disgusting organization.
"But Shadow, it's more than a conference. It's about your team, Rouge and E-123 Omega."
Rouge and Omega? Well then, if it assists me in knowing their whereabouts...
"...Fine. Tell him I'll be down in a moment."
"Yes, sir."
Finally, he's gone. Rookies can be so annoying. I put my GUN communicator and Omega's remote scanning monitor on my nightstand, and push myself out of bed. I'm going to have to fix those dull sheets at some point, laying in them for a couple of days really wrinkled them.
Down that hall, my skate shoes are clanking against the polished, tiled floor, and of course, I'm getting a plentiful of looks from the newly-recruited soldiers, who seem to be waiting in line to speak to someone. I can hear you all whispering, don't think I can't. One rather tall man gave me the most noticeable sneer. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"What'CHU lookin' at, punk?!"
He must have a low temper. I stop in my tracks and answer his question with a direct gaze.
"I'm looking at a man who knows how to cringe his nose better than a pug does."
I'm not going to bother with this meathead. I have an appointment I need to attend to. Let him be angry, I'm walking away.
"HEY! I AIN'T DONE WI'CHU YET!"
Oh, he "ain't done wi'ch me yet." It seems like Towers will have to wait a little while longer. And these people may be in for a show. I stop walking and respond to his comment once again.
"If you know what's good for you, I advise you kindly to put those barbaric fists in your mouth and stop speaking, before I do it for you."
What's that little thing popping out of his temple? It's look like a vein. This man is already getting enraged, and all I had to do was talk to him. I felt like I could have chuckled at his gullibility, but right now was not the time for snickers.
"WHO YOU CALLIN' 'BARBARIC'?!"
He's real smart too, isn't he?
"Who else is hairier than the Sasquatch himself? I believe it's you. And you might want to learn how to control your anger if you're going to serve in the GUN organization, or else it'll be your weakness. Now, I'm not wasting anymore time with someone who is as smart as a rock. Farewell."
Okay, I'm on my way to Towers' office. That idiotic buffoon shouldn't be provoking me anymo-- OOF!
"I said I AIN'T DONE WIT'CHU YET!!"
..Ugh... did.. did he just punch me into a wall?! There's drywall chips and dust caught in my fur now, so I can only assume that the answer is yes.
"WHO DO YOU THINK Y'ARE, INSULTIN' ME AND JUST WALKIN' AWAY?!"
Those other newbies over there look more than terrified. But they are looking at me with those fear-induced gazes. They must know who I am, then. And they must know how I react to this kind of situation.
" I'm Sha--ACK!"
He's..he's choking me...
I can't... can't breathe...
need to...
Use Chaos...
...
"AAAUUUUGGGHH!!!"
GUH--Ah, W-What did I--
"MY ARM!! GYYAAAAHH!!"
Oooh, it seems as though I threw a Chaos Spear into his forearm. It's quite deep, too; burning the flesh it's in contact with a sizzle and evaporating the blood. Fantastic.
The barbarian immediately drops me to the floor while he is squeezing his wound with enough pressure to pop a watermelon. The man runs about while screaming at the top of his lungs in panic. I'm still over here, on my knees, trying to refill my lungs with air, so after I'm done doing that, maybe I'll help him with that gash...maybe.
Wait, I heard a door open..
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL HOLY THINGS IS GOING ON OUT HERE?!"
"COMMANDER TOWERS!!"
Commander Towers?..Ah, great. Late for our conference and caught severely injuring a cooperative. Perfect.
"Matthew Puscubus, go to the infirmary now and get that gash patched up."
"But, sir--"
"NOW."
There goes -Matthew- , on his childish way to the infirmary. The reaction to the injury, I understand. But picking a fight with an officialized superior? Pathetic.
"Shadow. Get up. Now."
I'm slowly standing up, each knee shaking as I push all of my body weight onto one hand on one knee, then the other. I end up with a very lousy, unbalanced stance, coughing in loud hacks. He certainly winded me, that's for sure.
"I'm glad you didn't do anything worse to Matthew."
In between gasps and dry coughs, I manage to admit:
"Trust me, Towers; if I was able to, I absolutely would have."
"And you would've been penalized. You know how it works. Come, we need to talk about Rouge and Omega."
I take a couple seconds to breathe normally, regain my firm stance, and begin to follow Towers down to his office.
It's time I found out where Rouge and Omega are.
It's my duty as a leader.
And a friend.
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Yeah, so this was a story that I had plenty of fun with, and I hope you had plenty of fun reading, as well. I hope I didn't make Shadow too out of character, if at all. I wanted to go for a first-person perspective, seeing as how some people Shadow a bit "hard to read." Alright, so: Keep being awesome, do what makes you happy, and just straight-up have a good one. Peace~ c:
