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Nowadays, Shadows can stay out of their initial hiding without much difficulty. Eventually, they must head back to recharge their energy, but they've been able to stay out longer.
One shadow in particular has been “Saving” his energy for a big trip.
Or at least, that's what he says he is doing.
Shadow Emperor looked at the large monitors that displayed inklings and octolings fighting to a never ending cycle of death, feeling beads of sweat dwelling on his face.
Terrifying.
It was terrifying.
The dark room that sat at the top of the skyscraper, a room of comfort, was almost perfect.
Besides the monitor.
He had been out there in those battles once before, and hated it. He was scared of the opponents and the noise and the-
“YAHOO! I'M GOIN’ BACK OUT THERE HAHA WISH ME LUUUUUUCK-”
him.
Shadow Specs.
The really cute-
The really crazy delinquent that scared him the most about the outside world.
He would always come back with bruising or cracks in his glasses.
That didn't worry him the most, what worried him the most about Shadow Specs was…
Was…
…
He couldn't put his finger on it. But he made him feel nervous, and he was always out there, so that means if he was out there, he would subsequently feel nervous.
…or something.
Though, he couldn't help but… wonder… about him.
He wondered about him a lot.
He thought about him a lot.
Like… What was his favorite color? Blue? …Grey? Black? Maybe if he knew he could get him something that color. Or what was his favorite song? Maybe they could listen to it together… Or… or… what was his favorite weapon? Did it differ from the real Spec's favorite?
Most of all, he wondered why it was so hard to just say ‘hi’.