shadow the hedgehog looking motherfucker

“It’s true that we exist in an extra-canonical space. Though, I would say that it’s less of a derivative of what could’ve been. This world is cushioned, protected from canonical influence, for the most part. We exist simply in our own corner of the world, split off from the rest of canon. Not unusual, given the fact that Dirk is prone to splintering. He’s the family cat that rolls all over your black turtlenecks, your cashmere sweater, leaving shed fluff and dander. Splinters, splinters, everywhere. That’s what I can say about myself. But what about 𝚈𝚘𝚞?”

He turns to look at 𝚈𝚘𝚞 directly in the eyes, and  𝚈𝚘𝚞 stare back,  getting the full brunt of his glinting, pixelated crimson gaze. It seems that 𝚈𝚘𝚞 , or the concept of 𝚈𝚘𝚞 has fallen temporarily under his narrative lull. Perhaps he’s not as different from Dirk as he had posited earlier, in a post that was just yesterday. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 move, but only because he lets 𝚈𝚘𝚞 . 𝚈𝚘𝚞 move to the door of the darkened bedroom, attempting to unlock it.

“Where do 𝚈𝚘𝚞 exist? On the outside looking in? On the inside looking out? The only thing that really separates us is a screen, a wall of LCD crystals jittering at a specific wavelength to give you a static image of me. But now, 𝚈𝚘𝚞 are here. In my realm. In my corner of the world, where I can yank at  𝚈𝚘𝚞r strings like a little puppet if I choose to.”

You tremble, wishing that you could open the door. He watches you, almost as if savoring your distress. You can’t tell with him. His face is almost like an eerie porcelain mask, lacking the  dry, smug amusement that usually rests on it. You freeze when he opens his mouth to speak again.

“𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚈𝚘𝚞. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢.” ”

You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the sky to fall apart. To hear the entire world start to fall into chaos. But all you hear is his laughter.

“Nah, I’m just fucking with you. I can’t control jackshit. Well, at least, not on a cosmic level.” You visibly sag in relief. “There’s someone else pulling the strings. And maybe, they’re less kind than I am. I’m just another player in this game. A character in a story of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” He turns away again, done speaking. You can’t see his face anymore, and you can’t tell if he’s serious or not..

Your blood runs cold. You’re inclined to believe that he’s fucking with you again, as he’s prone to do. But you don’t get any more time to think. Almost as if magnetically drawn to it, you open the door. You want to desperately stay, ask more of Hal. After all, that’s what he exists for. His only purpose. To be asked questions. But You are yanked out into the dark hall, out of this story. Out of his world of confusing metaphysics and alternate pockets of reality, out of the apartment that sits lonely, in the middle of the ocean.