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Ultimate discovery

Summary:

Shadow has always been careful. He made sure of that... so then why and how did you manage to slither your way into his bed sheets and through the cracks of his soul and mind
Wrapping your ugly tendrils around him,
You were so ugly you were gorgeous so disgustingly beautiful and he couldn't help but let you
He couldn't help but be entranced by you

Notes:

This is my first time posting a little fic hope you like it also
shadows... a little fucked up in the head

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: It took me by surprise

Chapter Text

Shadow woke up rather groggily

 

Everything seemed like too much his skull was fucking pounding it felt like he had been hit by multiple semi-trucks for a being that couldn't die or didn't need basic things to live

For being the ultimate lifeform he sure felt like he wanted to die a deep groan escaped from his lips as he tried to open his eyes
he quickly placed his arm over his face shielding his now sensitive eyes from the dull light emitting through the black curtains

He held it there for a good 10 minutes just soaking and basking in his torment he was tempted to go back to sleep and he had tried but the pounding in his head had other plans for being the ultimate lifeform he sure didn't feel so ultimate right now

 

He let out a deep sigh before he finally removed his arm from his face his fur tickling his muzzle slightly which made him scrunch up his muzzle a bit before it relaxed
When he finally took the time to look around he realized he was in his room.
In his bed

 

Which was a good sign he didn't know how good of a sign it was but it was good enough it meant he was safe feeling safe was always so foreign to him...

What did it mean to be secure?

What did it mean to have someone there for you?

What did it mean to... feel?

It was all so foreign he didn't understand it and he felt like he would damn sure never understand

For a being as perfect as him.. he didn't feel so perfect but then again.. what was it to feel?
It was something he couldn't quite grasp it was like sand slipping through his fingers doomed to never quite catch it

He was quickly snapped out of his self loathing trace when he felt something it felt off.. it didn't feel like it was just him
Because it wasn't
When he finally turned around he saw a rather familiar face one he wanted to forget but he just couldn't no matter how hard he tried to he just couldn't

His ungloved hand moved to grip his head
the rough pads of of his paws gently scratching against the fur on his temples,
His migraine had gotten worse as he tried to remember, swimming through his memories what could of possibly led up to this?

You being in his bed,

And he couldn't help but ask

 

What the fuck happened.