You'll come to get me
A/N: This is just something I have up on deviantART, and decided to post here. I should stop messing with Shadow, but I love him too much.
Shadow's POV
I can't see; what's this black stuff? It feels like ink or mud, what the hell is this?
"Hey, Shadow, you in here?"
Faker, how'd he even get here? Reaching up towards my face, I felt the same substance and pulled. Finally being able to see, I grimaced at how bright everything was. Looking down at myself, I noticed the substance was moving.
"Shadow? What is that stuff?" Snapping my eyes towards my copy, I ignored his question and began pulling the rest of it off. I frowned, seeing it accumulate more.
"Just shut up and get this stuff off me." I ordered, seeing him standing there like a deer in headlights. Noticing my surroundings, I growled seeing a few of the doctor's failures.
As a matter of fact, he might know what this gunk is. Turning towards my blue look a like, I asked, "Where's the doctor?"
"Egghead, he ran after I came in. What is this?"
"I don't know, I figured he might know, but since he..." I paused, hearing a familiar voice seemingly come from the blob that entangled itself around me.
"I was hoping to keep you in there longer, until this blue rat came."
Ripping the gunk off me, I yelled, "What do you want from me, Mephiles?"
Watching Faker get knocked backwards, I struggled more against it. Having it cover my face again, my heart sped in anticipation of what was coming next. Then nothing, just darkness. Not even the one who stole my shadow showed up. Will I forever be trapped in this endless dark mass?
A/N: I thought about writing a sequel, but I'll just leave it like this. Criticism is welcome.