bluebolt | tw: gore and blood (Reply)

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[Sonic's mind was in overdrive. Was that some kind of sick joke? Some pathetic recreation of a place and how people spent their last moments in the cafe or... what? That big kid seemed so aware of... his situation. So alive. It left Sonic almost unable to move from the spot he was standing on, this at least until Shadow decided to take initiative and... detach the two of them. The 'statue' fell back, one hand snapped and remained ell firm around the hedgehog's wrist.

If he wanted to leave any comment, he felt unable to as the statue turned into fragments, small ones, and was destroyed. When he tried to open his mouth, then, Sonic felt something shift and splat down in front of his feet. One glance down had been enough to regret his choice to check- the hand fell down, splattering blood all over his shoes, and kept moving... twitching like a lizard's tail still spasming to attract a credature's attention.

He... needed to trust Shadow in this. This entire thing had to be some kind of lure or trap, maybe a place to turn people insane, and if the other ha spent so longin there.]

I'm so glad my stomach was empty..

[Lips turn into a thin line then. nothing like him, huh. It hurts as if the other just slapped him- no matter why he couldn't tell why those feelings were so strong to begin with or associated with both nstalgia and loneliness.]

But I am, Shadow. We truly are. After all... it's just you and me out there.

[No other Hedgehogs. No other walking banks of Chaos energy. Possibly comrades... possibly more (the adoption papers were still on the table as much as he was concerned).

Maybe this entire place was out there to annoy him? The hedgehog swallowed, tacking both gloved hands under his armpits before nodding. Wait... what if even this shadow wasn't acually real?]

So if I touch things they start... moving?