Chapter 1: Chapter I
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Almost every explosion detonated the same time.
In a confined space and impenetrable It didn't matter that they were both the fastest in the world. If the roof fell on them, it wouldn't just hurt.
Both Sonic and Shadow cursed Eggman and the materials he used to build his laboratory. One by one the rocks of the roof they fell consecutively. The openings were small and with luck they could avoid them.
Even though, Tales gave the information of the seven blocks, with the building falling in both heads, find an exit was a complicated labor.“I think he's behind that supercomputer!”
Shadow rushed to confirm the escape and signaled Sonic to speed up and move his legs.
He watched Sonic run while covering himself with his arms and see the fear in the green eyes. Sonic was unlucky. Many stones achieved they could hit him. Sonic, knocked down and motionless, watched the blood on his palm until a thick, dark stain began to blur his vision.
Before falling he thought he heard Shadow calling his name.
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Shadow snorted when found a safe place after It was found that his shoulder was dislocated. He moved his arms in circles as he cursed Sonic.
The blue hedgehog had not only endangered Rouge at the beginning of the mission. In the same way, saved them both from danger.
Considered hitting him in his dumb blue face. His annoy, the rage was too much. He thought and weighed his actions.
Why had he saved his rival´s life?
He just reacted.
He just saved Sonic, because his body moved.
“Why I saved you?” he said as he circled around him. After all, the faker guy led Rouge into danger. Unforgivable.
Knuckles could´ve died. The fox and the girl pink too.
Despite the fact that the light it leaked in a tenous way, he watched before approaching to Sonic.
What he felt for him couldn´t be described so easily. Sonic represented everything he hated. Extravagance, optimism, and joy were foreign and inconceivable to him.
That´s weakness.
He hated the weakness of sonic.
The annoying thing of Sonic was bothersome and… alluring. It was like a powerful magnet that attracted entities as weak as the fox and even definitive lives like him.
And, at that moment, everything contrasted.
The green-eyed twink was breathing heavily, frowning (probably in pain), and generally looked dead.
Blood gushed out and fell thickly onto the cracked ground.
That image that his rival gave him captivated him in a way that caused spasms in every fiber of his being.
Shadow bent down. Many of the blues spikes looked brittle and dirty. The eyelids were sealed shut, giving the impression that Sonic was experiencing intense suffering.
Up close, he noticed that her eyelashes were thick and long. Not like Rouge´s or Amy´s. but they had a particular charm that made him think he was looking at Ophelia.
Shadow glimpsed the living mess, the tumultuous breathing, the fragile state of his object of hatred. He determined that if he tried, he might break it and cause irreparable damage. Perhaps he would open a wound beneath those blue spikes that would never heal.
Sonic would look so much more beautiful that way; a dying sun. One that shone, but flickered from time to time, failing the one it was supposed to provide for without fail.
He saw resilience and terror. He saw fragility and bravery. The opposite poles could coexist in one body. It was exciting and erotic image. Every quality, every defect, attracted him greatly. He didn´t like feeling that way, but he couldn´t help it. He cupped the sleeper´s cheeks with his fingers as he leaned closer and closer, feeling the warmth of the wounded Sonic´s exhalation.
He closed his eyes. It smelled like gunpowder and, deep beneath, the mint from some cheap toothpaste.
Not a single thought crossed his mind for a millisecond after gently lifting the other´s chin.
He just did it.
He kissed him.
And although it lasted less than a minute, the adrenaline that surged within him warned of something that resembled two planets colliding to form an overwhelming, vast, and brilliant supernova. An action that stirred far too many emotions considering how short and chaste it was.
There was so much force and energy in a single touch that it forced him to separate immediately as if Sonic were made of molten, boiling gold. He tasted skin, blood, and sweat. With so little, Sonic had managed to impregnate his lips. He knew, then, that Sonic´s lips had caused him third-degree burns.
He clenched his jaw after gathering all his logic.
The repulsion was so great that he had to wipe his mouth with his forearm.
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Chapter 2: Chapter II
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Shadow had heard about Sonic´s injury from a conversation between Knuckles, Amy, and Silver. Rouge then added that Tales had to administer a very strong sedative so that his older brother wouldn´t feel the fractured bone as much.
Apparently, Sonic had accepted a challenge from Jet. The stupid blue ignored the consequences.
He closed the window he came in through and rolled his eyes at the thought of the reckless and idiotic actions of the self-proclaimed leader of the Good Vibes.
For a minute, he wanted to turn on the lights, but he couldn´t risk his position.
He couldn´t complain either. The nightstand light barely illuminated Sonic, though to him, it didn´t make much difference. He always saw him clearly, whether there was light or not. Shadow leaned closer and mentally thanked the genetic modifications he´d undergone in that stupid lab.
His night vision allowed him to see that there were no injuries on the rest of body. The damage was limited to a broken leg and little else.
To his surprise, that detail didn´t disappoint. Sonic looked ethereal and tender. Almost captivating.
Although he though he needed to see the wounds, Sonic´s lethargic state was actually triggering the emotion he´d aroused in that Dr. Eggman bunker. All those months, far away and distant, his conclusions had been far-fetched. Among them, he was now conscious that the wounds excited him. Not just any pathetic Mobian. Just Sonic.
Sonic looked dead.
There was no hyperactivity or loud words. There were only closed eyelids and stillness. There was no combative runner and any ball of inexhaustible energy.
Sonic was reduced to a passive object.
It was a strange natural phenomenon. It was snow on the beach. The powerful satellite that made everyone revolve around its orbit had become static.
Now he could say that he loved seeing Sonic prostrate and powerless. It would be so easy to grab the pillow or crush the windpipe with his bare hands. That was the thought that crossed his mind.
In his opinion, it was a shame that the lab hadn´t made it more twisted. Two inches away, he knew what he wanted to do.
His arms fell on the sides of the hero of Green Hills. He feared Sonic would flee, even though it was impossible.
Then, from an inch away, he questioned his own tastes.
How could such a simple rat make him feel so conflicted?
Shadow had made a great effort to ignore any lingering attraction. He had succeeded to a certain extent. However, the need he felt against his skin was like a cataclysm, the moon trying to absorb the sun. It was like a deep laceration, a red, bleeding tear. He felt it in his veins and even in the chaos coursing through his body.
It was an illogical attraction, no doubt. It wasn´t like him.
Unfortunately for Sonic, he wasn´t made of stone and the difficult part was override the desire.
Between the darkness and the tiny light offered by the night lamp, he knew he was infatuated.
On impulse, his lips crashed against Sonic´s without hesitation and moved slowly. He inserted his tongue and reached Sonic´s own. It was like opening an impossible lock. He felt like a faithful sinking into the river of the dead.
The taste was aphrodisiac and bleach.
With renewed confidence, his teeth found their way. He dared to bite his lower lip. It didn´t matter how little blood it had; the tiny drop of blood that flowed from Sonic´s lip was enough to satisfy him.
Then, he kissed him again. Her mouth pressed chastely against Sonic´s. He prolonged it until the oxygen was gone and no air could flow between them. Sonic slept soundly, oblivious to what was happening around him. His breathing was slow and calm.
He wasn´t worried about Sonic waking up. On the contrary, he wanted to know the imposter´s reaction, to make his blood run cold and to find himself speechless. Almost as if his windpipe had been crushed.
Just like his primary desire.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up, he thought between each kiss and each time his tongue reached its target.
But Sonic never did.
After several seconds, he forced himself to pull away.
And he immediately remembered that dominating and claiming were very different words.
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Chapter 3: Chapter III
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“Here, honey. You don´t like get drunk, do you?” after getting up and returning to the couch, Rouge handed a bottle to the blue hedgehog, who returned a smile that reflected his characteristics enthusiasm.
“Thank u, Rouge. You´re best!”
The bat girl winked as a signal for Sonic to move to stand next to Shadow and while she remained in the corner and Amy on the single sofa, the movie began.
Of course, it was Sonic who selected Alien from the entire streaming catalog Shadow and Rouge had purchased. Although the girls battled for control of the television, they were no match for Sonic´s speed and Shadow´s sudden complicity.
“I´ve had enough of Alien! We were supposed to watch Bridget Jones!” Rouge raised her voice after enduring just under 20 minutes of the anthropomorphic being that was a metaphor for who knows what.
“I´d rather watch The Godfather than continue with… whatever that thing is…” Amy replied without a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
“Let´s watch The Godfather” Shadow suggested, his face bored. “Fight Club would be good to.”
“Let´s run away before they offer to explain the movies to us. Amy… What do you say we have a girls’ night? Just you and me. I know a bar that´s REALLY good.”
Rouge took Amy´s hand, dragging her toward the exit. The pink girl, without thinking, resisted her friend tugging, frowning.
A strange hunch and a bad feeling alerted her, though she didn´t have to. Shadow had proven himself trustworthy, and Sonic, well, he was Sonic.
“Will you be all right, Sonic?” she asked softly.
“Sure! We´ll finish the movie, and once it´s over, we´ll discuss it. Then we´ll watch it again with the director´s commentary. It´ll be fun! Right, Shadow?”
“You´re lucky we don´t have any upcoming missions, hedgehog.”
Amy smiled and rouge tugged on her cardigan at intervals to get her attention.
“See?”
“Okay, then I´ll see you tomorrow” she clarified in an attempt to calm her indecision over a threat that didn´t exist.
Sonic waved his hand excitedly and regained his composure. The door closed, and the movie continued.
“Wow! This juice is amazing!” Sonic exclaimed as he took his first sip. Shadow didn´t even look at him, and Sonic finished his drink in one fell swoop. "I want more!"
“Fridge”
As he headed toward the kitchen, Sonic felt dizzy. His discomfort manifested suddenly, taking him by surprise. He tried to move forward, but no matter how hard he tried, his hands gripped the nearest thing in front of him.
“Shadow…”
“What?”
“No… I have a headache…”
“If you´re sleepy, just say so”
Sonic shook his head before taking his seat back next to Shadow.
“Maybe?”
He felt as if his vision was being blocked by his own eyelids and in an attempt not to fall, his wobbly arms struggled to support themselves on the seat until they gave way.
He questioned his perception between feverish visions and sudden distortions.
Was it sleep? Was it tiredness?
Sonic was breathing rapidly and with difficulty. His palms were soaked, and his body was failing him.
Closed his eyes and fell.
Shadow sighed, took the remote to pause the movie, and looked at the message Rouge had sent to his cell phone 10 minutes ago.
Enjoy and taste the gift.
The ebony hedgehog smirked, and as soon as he knew the pills had fully taken effect. Shadow pounced on him. He noticed that the world´s fastest being was easy to wrap an arm around his waist, and that his body colliding with his opponent´s ignited something that seemed nonflammable. It was warm. Defenseless.
Sonic looked delicious.
He had to thank Rouge. He had to return the favor. Maybe I´d buy her a nice diamond or a house by the beach. Whatever she wanted.
Whit his arms at Sonic´s sides, he soared as he gazed at his loot, which was lapizlazuli gold.
His lips didn´t miss the opportunity and ventured to explore more than just his face.
He went down to his neck, then to his chest, and finally to his stomach.
His arms, on the other hand, didn´t use much force to separate the legs, nor did he delay in gently sinking his fangs into the places he had only fantasized about.
Previously, Shadow´s mind led him to situations of him defiling Sonic in every way possible.
Who would have thought that dreams come true?
He felt his passion emerge. He felt a purpose coming to him.
The first thrust was abrupt, a test, a feel. The second made sure to brush against the thighs, and the next few thrusts made him want to melt inside, releasing all the heat that built up with each stimulation he felt.
And he wanted more. He wanted it all. That´s how ambitious he was.
However, as much as his passion demanded it, his common sense was stronger than his desire to split Sonic in two.
He would do it. He would fuck him without limitations, without anyone or anything stopping him, but he knew it wasn´t a good idea. He would prepare for it. Not in the present, but in the not-too-near, but-not-too-distant, future.
He would put the pieces together, establish dominance, and break what needed to be broken.
Patience, for some reason, was the mother of virtues.
And he´d settle for now. He was having fun, after all.
Shadow felt fulfilled by defiling Sonic.
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When Sonic woke up, the rain was pouring down. It fell stiffly, crashing against the room´s enormous windows. They splashed hollowly and imperturbably. A couple of minutes later, the first images his eyes captured were no longer blurry.
Even though the lights barely illuminated his surroundings, when he tilted his face. He managed to see that the water droplets were shining thanks to the city lights. If he wasn´t mistaken, it was a presidential suite. In his entire life, he had never stopped. He had never considered stopping, not being fast. However, his current situation warranted it.
Wait. At least long enough before reincorporating. His mouth tasted of alcohol, the air smelled of jasmine and lavender. The worst thing… The worst thing was the feeling of dirt that was there, it persisted.
In absolute terror, Sonic forced himself to lift the sheets that covered him. He blinked again and again, shaking his face again and again, denying the state of his body.
Her belly bore bite marks. His back and stomach ached. His hips, chest, and legs bore claw marks, and a thick, white liquid oozed from his thing.
“Wake up… Wake up, Sonic” he said with a trembling and scared voice after feeling an indescribable and hellish burning in his buttocks, just as he pretended not to see traces of blood scattered on the immaculate white of the enormous matrimonial bed.
“Isn´t a dream”.Sonic was static.
He wasn´t moving.
And that pleased Shadow.
Not only that; it excited him far more than the physical injuries he inflicted on Sonic in bed.
“You… I… What happened? What the hell happened?
Sonic, still holding his head in his hands, tried with effort to remember, to recall whatever had happened.
Nothing.
“Me neither know how started”.
Shadow approached slowly, step by step. Sonic had been backing away until the headboard blocked his way. He looked like a cornered bunny.
“Rouge found you at that bar. She said you seemed desperate and scattered.
Sonic shook his head once more. The past few weeks had been tough thanks to a host of new disagreements with GUN. He no longer felt free. He wasn´t in control of his job or his life.
He cursed his decisions. He cursed his character, and he cursed life itself.
“Does it hurt?” Shadow asked after stroking the cheek where he´d left a mark.
Sonic moved away, repelling Shadow´s proximity. He´d already sensed it since the day after movie night. That day when he´d felt a bite wound on his collarbone and the absolute feeling that something wasn´t right.
Perhaps the wound he did with a handkerchief had already healed, but he memorized the pain. The pain had been far more traumatic and painful than being any shot by Eggman.
He never told anyone. Not even Knuckles, nor Tales, nor Amy, because what he felt that time he wanted to erase forever, as if it had never existed. He tried to delete it because otherwise, it would mean suspecting Shadow. I was going to mean being the victim of something much bigger than him. It would mean that others would see him with pity.
“It was your teeth, wasn´t it?”.
“I don´t know what you´re talking about,” Shadow said calmly, offering nothing more than a level look. “As for what happened… It seems the alcohol got the better of us, and we fell to deep down”.
“But… you hate me. How did this happen?... Why don´t you even have a mark?”.
“You told me I could do anything I wanted to you. I didn´t let you. It´s all about consent”.
“Why did you allow it?”
“I´m not made of ice, faker. Truth be told, you should know that contrary to what you think, I don´t hate you. What happened was because you and I wanted to. You confessed, Sonic. You looked like a sinner kneeling before an altar. Do you carry that much guilt for being attracted to me?”.
“I don’t remember anything. I swear”.
“I want to reciprocate”.
Shadow looked toward the window. Sonic collapsed back onto the bed. He was dazed. His head hurt, and everything —absolutely everything—kept spinning. It was as if he were stuck on a carousel that didn´t always go forward.
“Do you like me?” Sonic asked, not wanting to look Shadow in the face.
“Yes”.
“I don´t even know what to say”.
“Don´t say it then. Just close your eyes. Don´t make a sound and accept the consequences.
Sonic began to tremble. He touched his dark circles under his eyes, then his bruised shoulders, and dug his fingertips into the lacerations near his stomach.
Tilting his face, he dared to look at Shadow. A bolt of lightning struck nearby, and for a second, he thought he saw all the shapes around his form macabre wings on Shadow´s back, sprouting like ivy surrounding a cabin in the middle of the woods.
Shadow stood up, turning his back to the view outside. He knew Sonic was looking at a monster and it brought back memories.
The Great Red Dragon.
That scientist who murdered at point-blank range had unknowingly named the black hole that robbed the star that kept evil at bay. Shadow didn´t just love Sonic´s expression of terror. He worshipped it. He declared it a fine altar to bow down to.
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Notes:
*Shadow referenced the painting Ophelia by John Everett Millais. Ophelia is one of Shakespeare's many tragic characters.
**The Red Dragon is a William Blake painting. You might recognize it if you've seen Hannibal.Shadow manipulated, gaslighted, drugged, and abused Sonic. In this story, the son-in-law has no redemption. And in the next chapter, things are going to get worse, first warning c:
Awas babies. If you know anyone who behaves like Shadow in this fic, run them away. It's a red flag.
Chapter 5: Chapter V
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Sonic tries to count to 50. He does it slowly. Every time he has to give himself to his husband, his mind goes blank.
He looks up at the ceiling, then dares to look to the sides in a sad attempt to ignore the pain in his lower back.
Shadow lashes out sharply. This particular afternoon, he´s in an aggressive frenzy. He doesn´t hold back. He doesn´t say anything. He growls and grabs the other´s wrists too tightly, and Sonic fears it´ll leave lasting scars.
Eyes narrowed, Sonic tries to settle in to get a piece of whatever Shadow is getting.
It´s impossible.
Shadow doesn´t allow a crack, no escape. He´s too intoxicated by the spot he´s touching. He feels pleasure, and that´s all that matters.
The blue hedgehog clenches one of his fists when his count reaches 70 and moans, not because he feels good, but because of the tears threatening to escape his throat. Shadow hadn´t even prepared him. He just entered and moved violently.
The encounter is dragging on, longer than usual. He feels helpless, yet he´s afraid to move his lips to tell him husband to stop.
“S-Shadow…” he ventures to murmur.
“What?”
“I… I t-think…” fear began to invade him “… I forgot to turn off the stove…”
Shadow only slowed his movements. He stood up after looking at the apron, which had wrinkled from their constant movements.
His husband is certainly a fine trophy.
“We will die, then”.
He resumed his movements and Sonic resumed his numbers.
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Sonic shakes his white apron once he stands up. Shadow had asked him—or rather, ordered him— not to take it off.
It was already night and cold was seeping in through the window he had left open.
Rouge´s laughter, Knuckles’ challenges, and the commanding and temperamental voice of the one he once only called a rival can be heard.
He doesn´t feel like going out much. His mind, which used to be racing, is stuck in one place. It´s pure static. It´s an endless buzzing in both ears.
He was still exactly where the alcohol had left him; in Shadow´s bedroom, the new and only hero of Green Hills once Sonic himself had given up the jobs and titles he had earned throughout his life.
“Whe´re is Sonic?”
“Unwell”.
Sonic hugs himself and tries not to run to the room where his older brother´s question came from.
Although the hall was not far from the bedroom, the voices were heard like distant echoes.
“You´ll see another day, darling. For now, we shouldn´t interrupt the activities of a newlywed couple”.
“As always, you´re right, my sweet angel”.
The door closes and the sound of footsteps becomes closer.
“You´ve have improved your cooking, Sonic.” It´s the first thing Shadow says upon returning to the bedroom. His red eyes glow in the darkness of the room, while the emerald orbs cloud over as he anticipates what the black hedgehog was planning.
“Yeah, well, I had to learn how to do more than just chilidog’s.” Sonic backs away, but a pair of arms prevents his scape.
“That apron looks great on you. I´m going to buy you more. You deserve them.”
Shadow murmurs hoarsely as he holds Sonic´s hips once more. The three missions had been quite demanding, and all he wanted after his exhausting work was to melt into his husband´s tightness once more.
“What do you think if you tell me how it went?”.
“You don´t need to know that. You´d be bored by the technicalities. They always have been.”
“I worked, remember?”
“Not anymore.” He lifted her husband and leaned him against the wall. He attacked his neck, juggled to lift the apron, and pushed again.
Sonic bites his lip so hard that blood begins to ooze from his skin. He can´t help but twitch. It hurt. It always, always hurt. He can´t help but feel nauseous, and he can´t quite contain his fighting instinct. It didn´t matter that he´d regret it later.
“I want to work,” his lips brush Shadow´s ears. “I want to be with you.”
He lied. He just wanted to be away from him.
“Sounds tempting.”
“B-But…”
“I like it when you obey me. I like it when you´re silent. I like it when you just moan my name.”
“I want to be with you. I want to be with you. I want to be you.”
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I want to get away from you. I want to get away from you. I want to get away from you.
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Shadow stopped abruptly. Sonic stops breathing and sweat dropped as he considered that after all these months, he had finally become an easy-to-read book, and he was horrified to think that Shadow had finally seen through his lies.
His heart beat even faster when Shadow threw him onto the bed and stood over him, covering his muzzle with the palm of his hand.
“You´re the least likely person to tell me what to do,” he allowed himself to run his hands over and caress what were still Sonic´s pride: his legs. “You´re trying to make me angry, aren´t you?”
Straining under the pressure all over his body, Sonic shook his head in distress.
“GUN favors me. I´m the hero of Green Hills and I´m the best agent here. Turning you against me would have consequences. Sure, it´s just hypothetical, but image what I would do to your little friends if you tried to challenge me.”
Sonic knew deep down that Shadow was serious.
Sonic´s breath caught and Shadow smirked, knowing his words had worked.
“Fear me,” he declared suddenly as he released Sonic´s mouth. Then, he kissed him. He took his lips just like he had the first time.
Short, bitter, sweet and intoxicating.
All that was Sonic.
And that apron, in particular, was driving him crazy.
He never imagined that the lace would fit Sonic so well.
He immediately remembered why blue was good meth. Sonic was a good addiction to fall dead for.
Blue had become his personal altar.
Shadow was devoted to blue, to hips. He was devoted to the pleas that came out. He was devoted to vulnerability, emotional pain, and tears. He was devoted to Sonic.
Love was a benign and malignant disease. It was the cure and it was the death. It was literal and it was metaphor.
Shadow was fucking sick, and he hoped to infect Sonic. He wanted him quarantined. He wanted him in that pit where he would throw himself into his arms, devoted and steadfast.
He would pray as a sacred being would. He would condemn him like a god would his most faithful servant, staining him with blasphemy.
And he wanted to break it too, because he hated it.
“Every time a prayer comes out of my mouth, you will say that you love me.”Shadow moved and Sonic squirmed, trying not to let it hurt so much.
“I´m going to kill Amy.”
Sonic turned his face in disbelief at the sinister smile of the ultimate form. He couldn´t be serious.
“If you don´t obey, I´ll do it seriously.”
“I love you.”
It hurt.
“I´ll kill Knuckles.”
“I love you.”
“I´ll kill to Maddie and Tom.”
“I love you.”
“I will take Tails´ life.”
“I love you.”
Twisted.
Shadow thought Sonic´s suffering was blessed ambrosia. He idolized that seemingly dead Sonic.
He hated Sonic.
He loves Sonic.
They weren´t mutually exclusive. They converged like two old lovers.
The dragon devoured the lamb. The devil, in the end, dragged the chosen one to hell.
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Just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave.
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Notes:
*The Shadow in this second part is inspired by Strickland, the villain from The Shape of Water.
** “Fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave” is a line spoken in Labyrinth by the character played by David Bowie -3-
I conceived the idea for this story wondering what would have happened if Shadow hadn't met Maria? I haven't been in the fandom for long, but I understand she was his only moral compass in canon.
Thank you so much for reading, and I'll see you in another fic.
In my next fic, Shadow is going to be a good person, I swear. lol
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