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𓂃 ˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀𓂃𓈒 ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ 𓈒𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖

˖⋆⑅˚₊𖧷 ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴅɢᴇʜᴏɢ x [ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ] ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

: ̗̀➛ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴡᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ, ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ?

: ̗̀➛ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ[ꜱ]: mild angst, fluff

: ̗̀➛ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.2k

➹ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: divider crdts: thecutestgrotto,strangergraphics

Shadow opened his eyes and squinted when the bright light greets his vision. The wind brushes through his fur, warm and welcoming. The grass pokes through his fur, cold and soft. The blinding light was then shrouded into a dim visage, leaves from the branches providing a veil. His head felt light as his body felt as though he had fallen into an endless pit of the nonexistent ground. 

“Finally awake, are we?” a soft voice spoke amidst the quiet, tranquil atmosphere. 

Shadow looked to meet a pair of warm and kind familiar eyes gazing back at him. Then slowly rises as if gravity was holding him down until he is in a sitting position. He places a hand against his head, processing the situation he is in. 

Shadow then finds himself asking, “How did I get here? Is this real? A dream?” he says as he looks at his gloved palm, trying to figure out whether he is dreaming or not, his mind still in shambles. He receives no answer so he turns his head to look at the person who he’s been trying to find ever since.. 

She only offered him a gentle smile as she stood up and held out a hand, indicating for him to take it. Shadow furrowed his brows, confused why she didn’t answer his question. He glances at her outstretched hand for seconds before he gives in and takes it in his. She gently pulls him up on his feet with a little giggle, the sound having Shadow even more befuddled at her antics. He knew she had always been a playful spirit in nature, but there was something peculiar in the layers of her mirthful demeanor. 

His eyes flickered to their still connected hands, and a fuzzy feeling suddenly poked inside him. Her hand felt comfortingly warm against his, but it vanished too soon when she let go of him. Shadow disregarded the feelings away as there were words that he needed to say, questions that needed to be answered. There was something foreseen in the air and the place he’s currently in, the leaves rustling, the winds whispering, all this was foreign to him. 

“What happened to you? Where are we and how come that you’re here?” the words slipped from him, his voice steady. 

But to his disappointment, the girl still had not provided him any reply, not even a single hint to make him understand what was going on. Though there was a little movement in her one ear and an unreadable glint in her eyes. Still, Shadow started to grow impatient at her incessant silence and narrowed his eyes.

“Why won’t you answer me?” Still no word from her as she blinked at him. He only sighed in defeat and shook his head. 

“At least tell me,” he says again, slow and restless; the one he’s been wanting to say ever since he woke up and her being the first thing he sees in his awakening. “If you’re alright.” 

And she finally responded with a nod as an answer to him. At least he was convinced that she wasn’t going to give him the silent treatment all day. Relief washed over him but the contradiction of her actions dwelled, the simple gesture not enough to sustain his intuition towards her.

Suddenly, she held out her hand again and curled them into fist. Shadow arches one brow, confused. A knowing smile finds its way to her lips again, a lilt in them. She repeats the same notion again and starts to slowly back away from him. Shadow, still left in the dark, wondered what she was trying to do until something finally jogged up into his head. 

Oh. 

It was the gesture between them of which she had created, a game probably, where she wanted him to follow her along. He always disliked them as he found them utterly ridiculous, such activity is not for him to partake in his nature. But there was nothing stopping the girl from always gesturing for him to do so, until he finds himself eventually giving in to her wiles.

 He rumbles a grunt in his chest. It’s not like he can’t do anything else at this point. There was nothing else in this world he’s currently in; just him and her. 

He finds himself taking a step forward, mindlessly, as the girl gets farther away from him. Then another step, and another, then his walks turn into a jog, until he’s following after her footsteps. He heard her laugh, the sound distant yet harmonic, echoing throughout the fields and into the trees, as both of them ran through the forest. For a moment, Shadow felt strangely at ease, a weight being taken off from his shoulders, a knot being tied loose. It’s like he could relive this moment for as long as he could.

With her. 

Her silhouette drifted to and fro in Shadow’s vision, like a pure enact of a nymph vanishing and appearing in the eyes of a lost wanderer, her laughs that sound of a melodic chant that lures them in. 

Shadow kept jogging after her, a rush of light adrenaline rushing through his veins, his heart starting to palpitate against his chest. No matter how close he got to her, she seemed to simply outran him with a lighthearted laugh. Perhaps she could be a potential opponent in terms of racing in the future.

Until they both slowly skidded to a stop when they reached the opening of the forest. A vast greenery land, garnished with a plethora of florals in various shades of color. The wind blew them as they danced along with its gust, a cascade of warm light upon the sky, the sun gleaming through the thinly veiled clouds that waltzes by. The girl lets out a breath of relief, closing her eyes as she relishes in the breeze, calming her nerves from the previous running. Shadow having no need to rest since he’s accustomed to it, as what he was created for in immune exhaustion for a little activity such as this one. 

After what seemed like a long time, at last out of breath, she said in the air, “I missed that.” 

Shadow looks at her and huffs, crossing his arms against his chest. “Decided to finally speak?” 

She turns around to meet his red, sharp eyes and links her hands behind her. “I’m sorry,” she smiles woefully at him as she continues, “I couldn’t risk them hearing us. The aura was too exposed at the place we were in.” 

Them? 

Shadow’s eyes taper in puzzlement. “What are you talking about? What do you mean by them? Just what is going on in this place?” The questions came flooding out once again, brick by brick of his burning curiosity sending him to the edge. 

The girl hums, lifting her head up to look at the clear sky and closes her eyes. “Dilly dally shilly shally. Why worry about a thing when you’re in the safest place you’ve ever been?” She says in a sing-sang voice, her gaze returning to him.

Shadow could only stare at her in pure bewilderment, baffled nonetheless. He has known her for a long appropriate period of time, and he never thought there will be a time where her character strangely feels out of ordinary, would ever ignite a sense of uncertainty in him. The way she was acting just does not sit right with him. What if she’s not real? Posing as an imposter to deceive him? What if something did happen to her and what all he’s seeing now is all the remains of who she once was? 

“Hey..” she softly calls out and Shadow instanly breaks from his clouded, dire trance. His attention diverted towards her and she was smiling reassuringly at him. “Don’t think about it so deeply or you might lose yourself.” 

Shadow breathes as if he’s been holding his breath the entire time. “I’m,” he starts, strain barely audible in his deep voice, “I have no idea what’s going on, especially with you. You’ve been gone for days and now, I woke up in a strange place and you’re the first person I see in it,” he trails for a moment and averted his eyes away in frustration, the mixed emotions he held in and suppressed, was slowly pouring out of him. “How do I even know if you’re her? That you’re real? Damn it, Rouge is worried about you. Omega can’t keep his machines from stirring every second whenever he mentions where you could be or how you were.”

This feeling in him, one that he’s repressing, foreign yet known. That feeling whenever he’s around her, although he tries to discard it away, it keeps coming back as if it has already been part of him from the very start. 

Silence came. None of them said a word as they stood in the meadow, nowhere, where both of them were the only living things that existed. The wind whispers amongst the trees, flowers partaking along. 

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes for the second time. Shadow huffs disapprovingly and presses his hand against his forehead, shrouding his eyes. “Is that all you can say?” he retorts in her way. 

He heard footsteps and the rustle of grass coming onto his way and before he knew it, he felt a warm, tender touch in his cheek. Taken aback, he whisks his head towards her, steel red eyes widening at the sudden close contact between them. No one had ever touched him like this before. Not since Maria. The sensation melted through him, a river of longing and ache running through his bloodstream. Her eyes that held his gleamed in sincere remorse and kindness combined that caused his heart to skip a beat. 

“I mean it,” she merely said to him as she smiled. 

There was an urge but Shadow resisted to act on it. The urge to take her hand, hold it against his, and never let her go; that she will never be taken from him again. 

So he chose to close his eyes and leaned into her touch and felt her hand stiffened the slightest against his cheek, surprised at his action before it relaxed. 

“Where are you?” Shadow utters quietly, a voice he didn’t think himself would possess. 

“I’m right here. I always have been.”

Her touch slips away too soon, like a silk coming free. Her warmth vanishes from him, leaving a trail of her touch lingering on his fur. 

“Tell me where you are,” said the dark hedgehog, his voice now serious and determined. The soon those words slipped from him, his surroundings started to dissipate into wisps like thin smoke. Alerted, Shadow quickly looks around as he witnesses the place he’s been in, the once calm field is gradually turning into disoriented images. Shadow cursed under his breath. 

When he looked for her, she was only a gap away from him, the smile etched on her face bordering between sadness and reassurance. “Don’t come for me.”

The world disintegrates further like a fire burning into cinder. With her words triggering something inside of Shadow, he sprints towards her yet before he could reach her, the gravity pulled him away. He struggled against the invisible force, outstretching his hand to her in desperation, weariness that ever glinted in his stone red eyes. 

“I will find you,” he shouts, the pressure in his chest and body urging him on as he attempts to break through the webs of gravity pulling them apart , “and I will come for you wherever you may be! I promise!” 

Then everything went to black with her face being the last thing he saw as he was pulled into vast darkness. 

Shadow’s eyes opened and groaned when he felt a throbbing sensation in his head. This was really getting tiring as of late now. It was only then he realized had fallen asleep against the wall. He looked around and saw Rouge still asleep on Omega’s arms, papers and pen scattered around the floor, walls imprinted on the wall. 

And his mind drifted to her. His head fell against his hands as his shoulder tenses while his jaw clenched. The hopelessness of not knowing of her whereabouts, her state, not even a single clue. The slow agony of the possibility of losing another person dear to him, someone he cherishes so deeply, Shadow had felt this kind of feeling before and it was happening once again. 

His fingers dug into his quills as he tried to compose himself. Now is not the time to despair. What matters is that he dreamt of her just as she dreamt of him, their subconsciousness connecting together, a sign that she had reached out for him just as he was trying to. It was a foretelling fortune, a sliver of hope. 

“I will find you,” he repeats again, just like he did to her in his dream. Whoever or what took her away from him, he swore on his grave that he is going to end their life. The one thing he cherishes that has been stolen from him, will not have an easy end in their face of death. 

the sonic the hedgehog posts that i reblogged are getting more notes than my actual writing..... is this a sign i should write for the sonic franchise