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"Keep up faker" the words rang through shadow's ears with a mix of grief, guilt, and worst of all longing. The same longing he feels for Maria's presence except instead of her its that blue menace. The blue menace he missed so. The menace who caused that fucking mess. The menace who fixed it. Ever since Green Hill was fixed Sonic wasn't the same. He never wanted to race like he used to and he didn't bombard Shadow's phone with texts like he did anyway of the week. Instead it was Shadow. He was staring at his message app waiting, hoping, needing Sonic.
"Shadow I'm sure he's fine" He heard being snapped from his trance. Rouge sat next to him on the couch, she had become his older sister in a way,always looking out for him, making sure he was okay and not causing too much trouble or worse harm. "Rouge it's been weeks" he said staring at his message app
while tapping his foot. "I Know Shads. We're all worried about Blue. But you and him have been through alot" "He almost died" Shadow blurted out. The memory playing in his mind over and over like Maria's death had when he was in stasis.
"Shadow, why didn't you tell me?" She asked putting her hand on his back watching him look at her with years worth of tears threatening to fall from his eyes because of that blue idiot. He couldn't let Sonic die, he couldn't lose anyone else. Sure he was the ultimate life form. But the ultimate lifeform should be able to save everyone right? He should've saved Maria but he didn't. He saved Sonic because he could. Because he needed to.
Nobody could fill the void that Sonic had filled with just his presence. The void that was there after Maria's death that Sonic wormed his way into. That Sonic lived in with how much he texted Shadow. Now that void was empty,like he had watched Sonic die. The thought was enough to make him Crack.
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Sonic sat curled up in his bed his phone blowing up with messages from everyone, but more importantly Shadow. Shadow never messaged him unless it was important or it was in reply to one of his messages. Yet here Shadow was spamming him with messages asking if he's alive and okay that he left on seen or read.
Ever since he almost died he'd been cooped up in his house. He felt weaker both physically and mentally, only leaving to get food which he barely ate. Yet he couldn't sleep, he couldn’t drag himself out of this hell that he was in. The hell of not being able to get out of bed to see his friends worried sick yet he couldn't even respond back to their messages. He felt worthless. He wasn't the hero of mobius anymore,he was a husk of himself.
He was about to sleep when he noticed a text from someone who rarely messaged him. Rouge. She was always fun to be around..or was that Amy. He couldn't even remember who was who anymore. He read the message and it said she was coming over. How did she know where he lived? Nobody knew he actually had a house. It would make sense she would figure out being a GUN agent and all.
He couldn't even get out of bed to make his house look a bit better. He really was hopeless. Nobody would want him again. Nobody would care if he just died right Nobody would care if he just up and left or if he disappeared off the face of the earth. He curled up in his bed until he heard a knock