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kas

yeah sure I'll log onto here just to terrorize goose for a post then disappear into the wind

CHAOS... CONTROL!

Sonic. It's my franchise now.

[He hadn't forgotten the proper spin dash maneuver.

In fact, it looked as if he had been training in his absence.

VRRRR-!

SHOOM!]

"No race! We settle this, blue hedgehog!"

"..."

[DASHING AFTER HIM.]

NONONO— NOT YOU—

... Hallucinating what?

ᅠ

"I'll show you the power of sardines!"

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Crossover friendly.

The Russian word for sardine is "sardina".

kas

when the final P4 boss isn't Izanami, it's actually Shadow the Hedgehog

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗗 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗔𝗟𝗟

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𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙃𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄'𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧! 𝙇𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣! 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪! 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚! 𝘾𝙪𝙯 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙!

"... All this for a feather?"

- observed from afar.

"... You have quite the skills- yet you use them like a blunt weapon. If you honed yourself, you could be as ... precise as a scalpel," he stated, kicking dust off of himself.

His chest was radiating with pain- but he'd manage. He sauntered forward slowly, coughing again.

That took the wind out of him. Literally. It was as if a force of nature slammed through his chest and vaulted the hedgehog across the floor- slamming into the bricks of a building.

A deep cough as Shadow emerged from the rubble.

He should have seen that coming. Instead of retaliation, he merely -

Shadow's brows furrowed, turning his head to glance upon Jet.

Eyes widening. Completely ignoring the idle threats.

He grabbed Jet's wrist and inspected the visceral wound.

"... Your hand. You need to see a doctor."

It was just as their battle...

Shadow 'hmph'ed. Though he could smell what could only be described as fried chicken. More of a burnt, sulfury smell.

The kind of chicken you wouldn't eat- a dish at a neighbor's you barely knew.

As it burned deeper, it smelled worse, until it became vile.

Looking him up and down.

"... That will be all," he declared.

Though, in his mind- he still was curious. So many questions littered his mind, yet somehow he was afraid to ask them.

As if he were to get attached, it would all be taken away in a great ball of flame.

Instead, he would simply leave.

A simple turn, his back quills exposed to the hawk. He shook his head, closing his eyes.

"... Always so quick to anger. Your ego never ceases to surprise me."

"It was out of place. Suffice it to say, you wouldn't be fixing it yourself."

"I see."

He paused, arms crossed.

"... Gearing up for the apocalypse, are we?"

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✦•𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭.•✦

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... Another another me?

... Another to chase the legend of the skibidi.

This is not what you would call a Common Shadow L.

Yes.

This is a Common Shadow W.

Blinking. Giving her the side eye. His irises glistened with what appeared to be curiosity.

"... You would gift these to me-?" he asked, almost genuinely confused.

remember, plant the seeds of the pumpkins you carve.

or else.