#theeserieskillingmachine

Winds brushed through the hedgehog’s quills and arms were neatly folded as the hedgehog looked onto the island and far beyond. Theories and mysteries remained within Shadow and things were remained unanswered, still.  

Shadow really wasn’t getting the answers he wanted and it was like it was destiny for him not to. The hedgehog frowned as he watched the sun set beyond the horizon and eyes remained set onto the seas. 

Metal gruffed, descending down the stairs at an adequate pace, each step echoing along the wide, barren hallway. There had been another disturbance in the lower levels of an abandoned base, and it did not take a genius to pinpoint who exactly was responsible. Few knew of the area after all, and even fewer could easily gain access. 

         “Okay, big guy, this is your time to shine.” Swift and dainty hands were much more suited to lock picking and safe-cracking than heavy combat, which was why it was always useful to coerce Omega into joining her on the more risky raids, despite how it sacrificed some... subtlety. And sometimes, it was just much easier to rip through a reinforced door with bullets than waste time figuring out the code.

{冷凍}➺ Footsteps slammed down on the damp grass, seeming to take those who owned them almost nowhere. The disheveled look of a formerly healthy fox was sort of astonishing. The puffy eyes, rigid fur, and broken soul seemed to deter any sort of sympathy.

Oh goodness a robot. He hasn’t seen one of those in ages! the last one melted down.... ohwell.

Wh--?! Omega?! 

I--?! ... Well, alright...! 

*And with a red crayon, Sonic did just that in about... give or take 6-7 minutes? While looking up at Omega himself for reference of course.* 

... Okay... I don’t think I did you justice, but....