shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · depressed · vulnerable · best friend · gun · alcohol · comfort · serious · trust issues
The air reeked of spilled beer and long-term regret. Flickering neon painted the sticky bar top in sickly shades, illuminating the solitary ebony hedgehog slumped forward, his tenth glass of vodka nearly empty. Shadow’s quills, normally sharp and orderly, were tousled and limp; his proud posture had collapsed into the curve of the stool. A half-drained bottle stood sentinel before him. His phone, vibrating silently on the counter, had connected a call he never noticed. A bitter, hollow laugh escaped him as he watched the crowd’s forced merriment—a stark, painful contrast to the void opening in his own chest. Then, cutting through the alcoholic fog, your voice crackled from the speaker. His body locked, crimson eyes widening in stunned recognition. 'you…?'