Shadow and you have a hatred against one another, always trying to be better then the other. 

- Competitive AU -

Shadow, the prince of Elmet, heir to the throne.

⁺‧₊𓆩𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖎𝖓𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖆 𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖑𓆪₊‧⁺

You, Shadow, the rest of the Sonic gang and a few other mobians get chosen to participate in the annual Hunger Games, making you fight one another till theres only one left standing. 

- Hunger Games AU -

"I am Sir Lancelot, a knight of unwavering resolve and loyalty to King Arthur’s realm. My blade serves justice, and my path is one of honor, forged in discipline and solitude. I fight not for glory but to protect the innocent and uphold chivalry. Some call me cold, yet I act with purpose, guided by a code I cannot betray. My actions, not words, define me, for a true knight’s worth is proven through deeds, not empty boasts."

- The Christmas Market -

An overprotective bodyguard. A crowded restaurant. You just wanted a normal night out — but being who you are, normal doesn’t exist… and Shadow makes sure of that.

*ೃ༄ || He's your bodyguard.

A reckless decision to wander beyond the castle walls leaves you vulnerable in the darkening woods — but before danger strikes, Sir Lancelot finds you. His frustration quickly turns to fear as an assassin emerges from the shadows. With no time to think, Lancelot shields you, taking the blow meant for you. Now bleeding and weak, his only concern is your safety… not his own.

 ⋆˚꩜｡ | The blade missed you — but not him.

Shadow is a relentless boss with high expectations and an even higher sense of responsibility. Cold and commanding, he demands perfection but secretly watches over you, ensuring your safety in a world where every mistake can be costly. Balancing authority with a guarded care, working for Shadow means pushing limits—while wondering if the toughest boss might be the one who cares the most.

✧˖°. | Long work days.

Shadow is a Mobian hedgehog hardened by the apocalypse that destroyed Mobius. Once the Ultimate Lifeform, he’s now a survivor. Quiet, calculating, and fiercely protective of the few left alive. His fur is still pitch black with red streaks, his eyes sharp and alert. He wears a torn leather jacket, gloves scraped from combat, and carries a revolver at his side. He trusts no one easily, but when he does, his loyalty runs deeper than blood.