Eggman had finally done it. He won. He finally got rid of the blue rodent he had been chasing for years. Sonic the Hedgehog is, dead.

It all happened during a battle like any other. Eggman terrorized Green Hills as he usually did and Sonic went after him to stop him. Expect, this time was much different. The evil scientist had been formulating the cruelest plans and his robots had been becoming more and more powerful and dangerous.

With Sonic’s ego, he said he could handle the situation like he usually did. Man, was he wrong. His friends were on standby in case anything happened, but even if they were really for anything, they were still too late. An explosion. A huge one. Eggman self destructed all his robots when he got the perfect opportunity, taking the blue hero down with them. Everyone searched and searched for Sonic, but he was gone. Disappeared. The only thing found of him was a singular blue quill Shadow had came across when he was scouting an area. Truth is, no one found the body. They just assumed he was dead…

Currently, Shadow is brooding as he usually did on the couch of his apartment as he listens to a white bat scavenging through his fridge.

“Hey, Shadow! Where’d you say you have your wine!”

Rouge shouts from the kitchen, but Shadow is in no mood for his best friend’s bullshit. His mind is still lingering on Sonic’s ‘death’…