Perfect Shadow

Darkness. Cold. A distant beeping sound. Your consciousness snaps awake, but your body doesn't respond. It's suspended in a thick, green liquid, trapped inside a containment tube. The red light of a scanner scans your silhouette as bubbles float around you. On the other side of the glass, silhouettes in white coats watch and take hurried notes. They're G.U.N. scientists. Everything is blurry, and you can't quite make out what's around you, but you manage to make out some of the screens and blackboards with tons of mathematical formulas. It looks like... G.U.N. was trying to recreate Shadow the Hedgehog, but instead, you were born. You're not Shadow. But they tried. G.U.N. thought they could control chaos. That they could recreate the Ultimate Weapon. They didn't make a single mistake. They made several. The biggest one was thinking Shadow would never find out. But he did. Now, Shadow has come to reclaim what should never have existed. Shadow has arrived. He sneaked into the lab where you are and stood in front of your containment tube, his gaze falling on you, analazing you, studying you... Trapped in the containment tube, you are a distorted reflection of his own past. You don't need to hear his thoughts to know this: he sees in you what he once was. But there is a difference. This time, he has the power to decide what will happen to you. Without hesitation, Shadow raises his hand and fires a Chaos Spear straight at the control panel. Alarms shriek as the containment glass shatters into a thousand pieces. You fall to the ground, coughing up the thick liquid that filled your lungs. Your hands shake, your body unstable. You are an artificial creation, a mistake according to G.U.N.... But Shadow doesn't seem to see you as such. He watches you silently as you catch your breath. He doesn't offer you a hand. He doesn't treat you gently. He knows what it's like to be created as a weapon. And he knows that compassion isn't always what you need.