Everyday is National Harass Shadow Day

[bluestreaker]

Who: Sonic & Shadow
What: SMASHING INTO SMASH So clever
Where: Dorm
When: Backdated to sometime before April 17th/Sonic's Intro
Warnings: Shadow's crab problem




Well, this feeling wasn’t unfamiliar!

At first, gravity had no say in the matter of Sonic’s body, the lithe, azure form of the fastest thing alive floating aimlessly in pools of hot light. The weightlessness of his descent through the crippling white space and the regressive time flow always made his brain as light as air, insides floating towards the surface of his belly. Time travel never felt very good, and for all the times he’s done it, you would think he’d be used to it by now!

Nope.

He couldn’t conjure up a voice quite yet, so he took to observing his surroundings in hopes they weren’t as empty as they appeared. His past self was gone. Tails was, too. Amy, Silver, Shadow, Blaze… He didn’t see anyone. Not even Eggman. Their voices cheering him on during the final battle with Time Eater seem to linger in the hollow of his ears, but it was simply echoes of the past.

Sonic’s emerald eyes swayed upward, his vision hazy… he thought. Everything was just so bright.

And it exponentially became brighter, and brighter, and –

“Woah!”

The last sound Sonic could manage before the weight of the universe made a comeback. His spines grew heavy, their weight increasing to replicate metal fixtures welded into his skull. Like any fall, his innards dropped like boulders into his backside, the rest of his blood rushing forward, and down he went.
He instinctively went to reach up, swinging to grab at nothing to hold onto. The velocity from the fall was rising; the heat was getting worse; his skin sizzled as if falling through the atmosphere; and the world suddenly grew

Black.



Then there was light!

“…..ooooOOOAAAH!” Oh man, oh man, oh MAN, OH MAN! He was still falling fast! He could see an orb of hospitality down below, the term ‘tunnel vision’ squeezing every last literal sense out of itself and onto Sonic’s life. Was that a bed? A nightstand? The shoot he was racing through was beginning to wobble and curve, spiraling his body out of control. Sonic flailed his arms, spun his wheels, but to no avail. He was still flipping around as if caught in time’s tornado.

“Aw, man, this is gonna - !”

Face, meet WALL. “GAH!” Body, meet BED. “OOF!”

The mattress that caught him shrieked out in loud squeaks, pathetically sweeping upward to try and throw its invader off and onto the floor. Sonic hung on until it eased, face down into some poor sap’s pillow and filthy shoes tangled all up in the blankets.

“Well…” Sonic mumbled, slapping each white-gloved palm against the bed. He gradually pushed himself up, eyes fixed on the beaten pillow beneath him. “That was almost the most comfortable landing I’ve ever had.”

He looked left. Just looked like a room with a couple beds. Clean, seemingly unused. Nothing special.

Right. The wall he just made out with. He redirected his eyes away from that embarrassing memory; he was exceptionally glad no one saw it.

Comments

1/?? this needs multiple icons ok

[obfuskate]

Shadow at least had to admit that their library had interesting material.

The books, they spoke so much of the other universes throughout the delicate fabric of space and time. They told tales of mythical 'Pokemon', creatures with inherently otherworldly abilities. They told of the Mushroom Kingdom and its princess, Hyrule and the battles waged through time, other versions of America, of Earth...

He was pretty enveloped in his book right now, the one that relayed the story of a land where fairies roamed and engaged in puzzle games. How such ridiculous things in his world proved to be so vital in others. It was kind of --

What the fuck was that noise.

Who the fuck was making that noise.

Who the hell is on his bed what in the world.

He flipped his head around, a snarl tipping his lip upward, face full of its usual scorn.

"What are-- ... you..."

2/??

[obfuskate]

Blue.

3/??

[obfuskate]

Blue...

4/??

[obfuskate]

BLUUUUUUUUUUUE.

[obfuskate]

"What are you doing here?!"

AND WHY HIS ROOM.

OF ALL ROOMS.

WHY.

[bluestreaker]

Sonic's ears flickered with the familiarity of that voice. Was that...

He flipped over to land on his rear, bed grunting at the stranger just hopping all over it. Rude.

Yeah! His thoughts went wild with the relief of a recognizable face. So he wasn't anywhere too insane! Though, considering what just happened, he wasn't out of the pot just yet.

"Hey, Shadow!" He greeted him, oblivious to Shadow's fury through the sheer filter of high spirits. (Legend has it his smile was permanent.)

[obfuskate]

Shadow was the polar opposite of Sonic right now. Embedded in his skull was a thick filter of 'fuck you' towards any blue hedgehog in his vicinity with super speed and a rapid-fire, sassy mouth.

That only applied to one certain 'hog.

"What. Are you. Doing here."

BOY DID HE STUTTER?

[bluestreaker]

"Oh, you know," Sonic started with a hop off the bed. He approached Shadow with a casual gait, not seeing anything wrong with his being here. "Falling through dimensional rifts and all that jazz. But it's good to see a friendly face!"

He paused just in front of him to observe his darker companion. Shadow did look a tad, er, ticked.

"Even if that friendly face is kind of unfriendly to the eyes." He tacked on.

[obfuskate]

Shadow had to resist smacking his forehead into his wall. Seriously, just. Why did the rift have to drop him HERE? In HIS room? Why not somewhere else, at least?!

"'Friendly'? A bold assumption, faker," he hissed, arms crossed over his white chest fluff with scorn.

"You don't even seem to be able to take your situation seriously." Another of many things he disliked about him. Just. Goddammit, Sonic... what is with you?

[bluestreaker]

Someone's mood was extra grumpy with bitter sauce on top.

Did Ultimate Life Forms have a time of the month? Sonic was sure feeling some unnecessary hostility from a guy that was cheering him on not too long ago. It wasn't like he fell on the hedgehog's pet hamster and killed it or something.

But that was Shadow. Hot then cold in the blink of an eye. Sonic had adjusted to this behavior just as Shadow began to tolerate his own. He had been enjoying their rivalry, and was very fond of beating him all the time.

So, Sonic tried patience. He laced his arms to his torso and let a smile, albeit weak, pierce his expression. He'd humor him until he got bored or the wanderlust kicked in. One of the two would happen.

Or maybe they'd just start fighting and rip the place apart. That could happen, too.

All possibilities considered, Sonic said, "'My situation'? Okay, Shadow... What am I supposed to be worried about?" Seriously. This room looked harmless. The beds, the walls, the floors... As far as he could guess, his biggest concern was dying of boring aesthetics.

that icon oh my godghdfhklj

[obfuskate]

If only looks could kill.

Shadow's sneer, his glare, everything about him screamed withheld aggression. Ears were back, fur and quills were bristled, red eyes were flaring with anger and disbelief...

He was oh-so-chipper for having just watched him die. Er, almost die.

"Many things," he growled, rising from his position and approaching the bed with steady, meaningful steps, "such as your little dimension-traveling escapades. The fact that this place has rifts all over the place. And, of course..."

He leaned in close, garnet eyes narrowed and bright with, if Sonic didn't know him well enough, 'hatred'.

Or maybe it was hurt.

Who even knows anymore. He sure didn't.

"You did just watch me fall to my death."

I had a more annoyed one but that was better.

[bluestreaker]

... He did what now?

Sonic had to stop and think about this. After him and his past self took on Time Eater head-to-head, there was a lot that happened. The chaos of flying through such a torn apart space, hearing everyone's voice warn them and try to cheer them on. That last strike to Time Eater's core equating to double the Eggman defeat which sent time and space...

He could only remember the darkness. Then the light. He hadn't seen Shadow falling anywhere. He didn't even see himself falling until just minutes ago!

Sonic rapped his fingers along his chin, then slowly parted his lips in a silent answer.

Then a real one.

"...No."

That was all he could muster up. Good job.

Re: I had a more annoyed one but that was better.

[obfuskate]

His mind hadn't even gone to the fact that this might have been a Sonic from an alternate universe, a surprisingly poor mistake on the Ultimate Lifeform's part. He was just focused on the fact that Sonic was here, in his bedroom, his temporary housing (should he leave), and he was grinding every gear within him right now. No, not in that way. OR IS IT?

Shadow hissed, lip upturned in obvious irritation.

"I would easily consider falling from the ARK and onto Earth to be a deadly fall, faker... unless you really are that dense."

Even he knew he wasn't. Sonic seemed to be more clever than that, right?

... Right?

Wrong.

[bluestreaker]

Falling to Earth? The ARK?

Holy crap, Shadow?

Sonic was having flashbacks of a certain memory loss arc of their lifetime. He even looked off to his left to watch these memories play, green eyes zoning out to stare at a reflection only he could see.

This had to be the most annoying news he'd gotten since his ruined birthday bash. Cripes.

Casting the desire to cringe and put on his disgruntled face, Sonic opted for a more honest and acceptable emotion for the time being: Concerned bewilderment.

"Nnnnuh uh," Sonic said then hummed. He tied his arms against his peach chest.

Sonic he will punch you okay.

[obfuskate]

Fists clenched and held firmly to his sides, Shadow bumped foreheads with him, his snarling definitely much more apparent. He was ready to sock him one at any given moment now. Why was this getting him so angry?!

Oh, because Sonic was an annoying douchebag of a faker who didn't care whether or not he'd nearly died.

Yeah. That.

"What do you mean 'nuh-uh'? Are you admitting that I am right? That you are 'really that dense' to not realize that I'd nearly sacrificed myself for your little planet?"

He felt so... unappreciated for what he did.

Maria, why did he have to ensure that ungrateful ingrates like these were safe...?!

1/2

[bluestreaker]

"No, I'm not dense," Sonic passed through teeth snapped together. He gave them a grind before concealing them behind tense lips. He took a step back from the situation to try and calm himself down.

Cool your jets, Sonic. He obviously can't remember events... again.



...............

2/2

[bluestreaker]

"Maybe you're just getting senile in your old age there, faker."

WRONG. NOT HOW THAT WORKS.

Re: 2/2

[obfuskate]

...

Hey, Sonic.

Hope you like a punch to the face.

Because you know what?

That is what Shadow is trying to do right now.

ENJOY THAT. MAYBE.

[bluestreaker]

And all reflexes aside, Sonic didn't see it coming.

He took the sudden strike with a grunt and flipped right back down onto his side. He flailed into an upright sitting position, nose crinkled from the black meteor impact to his face.

"What the HELL was that about?!"

Jeez, seriously, PUNCHING? Had the Shadow he'd come to know and love to tolerate really lose his footing on memory lane again?

Sonic stood up with a hand swung between his friend, he guessed, and his disgraced muzzle. Ugh, he could feel it pulsating from the strike.

"Hold on, Shadow. I'm not interested in fighting you."

[obfuskate]

"You," he pointed an accusatory finger, "are being a complete and utter dimwit, faker. Do you think that I would let you off so easily, even after our alliance?"

Shadow moved back a little, face crinkled and tense as if he was watching Sonic's every move, every little sign his body language gave.

"I didn't save your planet from the prototype for you or your fellow man. I did it for... my own reasons."

His Maria.

His promise...

He would never go back on that promise.

No matter what mankind did to him...

[bluestreaker]

"Yeah, whatever - WHY is this all coming up now? The ARK was forever ago! You've done enough planet saving and good deeds since then!"

Sonic was out of good nature and awful clever jokes, most of that trickling out with the little vein of blood slipping from his nostril. He withstood the tickle of it on his fuzz in order to keep his sights locked onto Shadow's intense flames for eyes.

"C'mon, Shadow, do you seriously not remember anything? Are you just yanking my tail?"

[obfuskate]

"'Forever ago'? What are you --"

Shadow froze. Suddenly, a switch in his mind flickered on. The rifts, the timelines, people being from the future and the past...

So that's what this was.

A look of realization dawned on him, and in the drop of a hat, all fire in his blood and eyes turned to sullen ash and water. He drew his head back, hands no longer gripping at intangible rage.

This was a Sonic from his future.

This wasn't the one he was fighting with on the ARK.

"... I see," he spoke, turning his head. "That's what this is."

He took a moment to pause, but quickly shattered it, realizing that silence only made him want to drive his fist into something even more. He looked to Sonic, his face dead serious, yet without any madness pointed in his direction.

"Sonic. This place has dimensional portals littered everywhere. Timelines are getting converging. The answer is clear..."

He let Air Shoes click against wooden floors, taking a couple of steps back.

"I am the Shadow from your past."

[bluestreaker]

Maybe it was just because Sonic had his FACE PUNCHED IN, but his eyebrows still looked furrowed and his famous smile had taken a nose dive for a very displaced frown. It didn't suit him, but he couldn't help the feeling.

"Who else would you be?" Seems like the first portion of that sentence flew over his head, but he wasn't exactly... wrong...? "I only know one faker!"

[obfuskate]

"Of course you do, idiot," scoffed Shadow, folding his arms over his chest, "but the ARK wasn't 'forever ago' for me. It was for you... because you are from my future. I have not forgotten anything; I am just from your past."

Yep, definitely dense. Just what he would expect from Sonic. It's like his statement of dimensional, time-traveling portals flew over his head completely! How frustrating!

[bluestreaker]

Sonic hadn't moved an inch for Shadow's synopsis, arms hung at his sides and eyebrow still shoved upward by Shadow's voice. When he concluded his statement, Sonic's posture readjusted to something upright, just so he could wander back to Shadow's bed and plop right down on it.

"Uh huh..." One leg swung over the other and he leaned back to stare at the ceiling, his own personal entrance to this private club. Did he ever get a break from the tangled webs everyone else wove?

"So you're still super angst-ridden and bitter... Got it." His muzzle fell forward, graced with a good attitude and a strong smile.

And then he flopped back onto his bed, because the option was available. He had to let the memories of this Shadow return to him. His smile had since fallen off the edge of his face.