[ everything is dark, there's nothing he can see in front of him, and as he takes a few steps forward, the hiss of steam hits against his body. he moves his legs from the sensation as he glances down at the busted pipe, the once old and worn wallpaper is now concrete, and there's tubes that run in and out of them like veins. one hand comes to his head as he looks around, the other missing from his sight and possibly placed someone else.
if this is all a mind game, it sounds about right, but that isn't anything black doom is capable of doing. he's too straightforward, he makes it known what he wants from shadow, after all, his favorite pet project that he's trained has to be aware of his end. yet, there's no warning, nothing of the sort aside from the steam blocking out any other sound that his ears could pick up.
where is he? were they always here... how annoying, he realizes as he brings his hand away from his head, and the color in his quills loses its shine too.
without the other nearby, shadow figures that he can't stay where he is, and that he has to keep moving. one step after the other, he glances at the walls in search of anything familiar. nothing stands out to him which makes him even more wary, whatever's down here, or whoever has brought them here has some sort of idea of what they want. splitting them up for what reason? to catch them when they're not paying attention? or are they being forced to stumble across each other soon enough.
whatever it is, shadow turns around to look behind him in search of the past that they were previously on, but there's nothing.
...
he doesn't have the emerald either. it's left with that other version of him, or what he believes to be an extension of black doom himself. what happened, what went wrong, there are steps that don't add up compared to his own recollection of how he went to earth. can he do it, can he kill someone that may be in relation to him without knowing so? the confusion that was in their voice, how unsure they are of who they are, of who they want to be.
as impressionable shadow was during those times when he knew nothing. ]
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if this is all a mind game, it sounds about right, but that isn't anything black doom is capable of doing. he's too straightforward, he makes it known what he wants from shadow, after all, his favorite pet project that he's trained has to be aware of his end. yet, there's no warning, nothing of the sort aside from the steam blocking out any other sound that his ears could pick up.
where is he? were they always here... how annoying, he realizes as he brings his hand away from his head, and the color in his quills loses its shine too.
without the other nearby, shadow figures that he can't stay where he is, and that he has to keep moving. one step after the other, he glances at the walls in search of anything familiar. nothing stands out to him which makes him even more wary, whatever's down here, or whoever has brought them here has some sort of idea of what they want. splitting them up for what reason? to catch them when they're not paying attention? or are they being forced to stumble across each other soon enough.
whatever it is, shadow turns around to look behind him in search of the past that they were previously on, but there's nothing.
...
he doesn't have the emerald either. it's left with that other version of him, or what he believes to be an extension of black doom himself. what happened, what went wrong, there are steps that don't add up compared to his own recollection of how he went to earth. can he do it, can he kill someone that may be in relation to him without knowing so? the confusion that was in their voice, how unsure they are of who they are, of who they want to be.
as impressionable shadow was during those times when he knew nothing. ]