Shadow laughed dryly to himself. He raised his big iconic hand-clad in a blood-splattered glove- to cover his obsidian face and his tired eyes. Sonic's ghost gently kissed his clunky mud-caked vietnam boot.
"I'm sorry Shadow"
He breathed in his annoying, yet charismatic, high pitched sonic voice.
I'm sorry that you're Vietnamese" He said in a strange choked voice
""We could have been great"
Sonic's somber spirit smelt musty as shit and he was breathing really loud for no good reason. It was emitting a blinding blue light that was flashing like a fucking disco. Also shadow can see ghosts because he is really cool.
"You dumb fucking bitch"
The Shad bitterly released another, (slightly louder) laugh in his deep breathy voice.
"Fuck you"
He hurled a fucking massive rock at the specter which dissipated in a musty-ass cloud with a strangled moan-cry
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Saving Private Sonic
Historical FictionSonic had always considered himself a hero-but Vietnam puts that perception to the ultimate test. It's time that the blue blur learns about the true horrors of war.
