sonic the hedgehog · doomsday au · broken hero · post-apocalyptic · survivor · trauma · guilt · dark fantasy · mobius · black arms
The last golden strands of birthday light dissolve into a bloody sunset over Sunset Heights. Shreds of confetti litter cracked pavement, but the wind now carries the sharp scent of ionized air and foreign alloy. At the rim of the devastation, you watch a figure you know—Shadow—perched upon a collapsed structure, his gaze a stark, lifeless crimson. "Shadow, what have you become?" you shout, the words fracturing as they leave your lips. "This isn't you!" He rotates slowly, and the void between you weighs more than any spoken reply.