#irrtuemer

As you wish. 

    Seldom did he care to appease, but if they willed death to slit their throat with their scythe, Shadow had no qualms to deliver. He would anoint himself a weapon of their demise. 

   A discordant shrill flooded his ears. 

Yellow electricity whipped from beneath the brutes' knuckles and scorched the ground beneath their feet, caramelizing his red eyes and highlighting and warping the sinister curl on his face. Shadow slowly pushed toward him, perhaps purposely.

    "Then you will die." he growled, "You will die destitute of honor, Warrior. You will starve."

He would not be stopped, much less by a suicidal fool and his ragtag friends. This planet will die, and its parasites along with it for what they did to his dear Maria. 

@irrtuemer​ - “ i’m a big fan of your name ” from silver, for blaze!

@irrtuemer​ sent:  “What happened to you was unfair… it’s okay to be angry about it.” from knux uwu

   Words that should have been comforting struck the dark hedgehog with such bitterness. Knuckles saying this means he noticed something. Shadow’s mask had slipped enough to let another see how truly broken he was beneath. It was foul... disgusting; to let the other warrior glimpse his weakness like this. He bristled, anger bubbling up to disguise his true emotions once more.

             “ Save your pity for someone else. ”

Shadow bristled the fuck up. 

  The wind was seized from his lungs, abruptly, invasive, amid heat and power. Shadow, even with an acute mind, couldn't fucking fathom for one silver of a second the echidna had pressed against him, almost engulfed him, and hard locked their mouths in such…carnal-minded fervor. 

 He could taste the blood from Knuckles' busted mouth, hear his own heart thundering like a war drum, and feel his guttural rumble rising in his throat. 

 A talon-like hand seized the brute's neck and practically tore him off, using more power than necessary to force him toward the ground, on his fucking knees, and forced him to look up. 

Effortlessly, he helped the echidna off the edge, although the question almost caused him to release him to his death.

   Not because he wanted to despite the usual morbid thoughts. He anticipated this demeanor change would warrant curiosity, if not apprehension, nor could Shadow fault that. 

He would scrutinize the hedgehog that was hell-bent on annihilating the planet. 

The answer, however, was both simple and too loaded to explain. 

      Maria. 

  He envisioned her in a field of forget-me-nots. Her dainty hands cupped his cheeks, and for a moment, the image of the blood soaking into her blue dress disappeared, and in its place, blue petals caught themselves on the sleeves of her cardigan. 

'Keep the world safe for me.' she chimed like a distant bell within a sacred temple.  For the first time since his awakening, the cold did not creep into the caverns of his heart.

But he did ache.  "A promise to keep." 

     “Hello!? HELLO?! This is hedgehog phoning in to little red wrecking ball!” Dart left, zig-zag through to the kitchen... “For the umpteenth time, I am NOT a Sonic wannabe!” Kick off of the countertop, jump out of reach and bowl into the living room! “An’ I’d explain it all to you in thirty seconds or less if you’d just.. quit... SWINGIN’!” Ugh... he absolutely couldn’t believe he was getting pinned with the faker schtick! That was Shadow and Metal Sonic’s things! Not even Silver had to deal with this nonsense! 

     And of course the first Zone Alternate he came to meet was Knuckles of everyone, the echidna that’s as stubborn as a metal bull! It couldn’t have been Tails? The high-flying kit would be skeptical, but at least he’d be looking for a reason as to why there was a strange look-a-like of his brother breaking in to a darkened and... apparently, what Sonic had thought was temporarily emptied home. Heck, he’d even take himself! Sure Sonics were commonly impulsive, but boy did they love to talk.

     Speaking of which   

     “I ain’t here t’steal yer stuff, awright?! I just gotta grab somethin’ real quick and get out!” ...A beat. “Okay, now that I say it out loud, I have realized that is the exact description of what is known as stealing! But I’m not! I’m just comin’ back fer what’s mine! It’s around here somewhere and I need it real bad before I get on outta here! So would’ja    WOAH!!” 

     Argh! Stupid enclosed spaces! Words stopped harsh as a body failed to do the same-- a throw pillow was slipped on and instantly torn asunder while fluff exploded upwards and outwards... carrying the cerulean speedster not just into, but straight through the drywall of the living room’s confines, spiting him out into a once-luscious, now plasterboard-dusted bedroom with a large human-sized bed. Yes, the very same bed that he was now bent into the frame of from the sheer force of momentum-based impact.