"The Only Thing That Could Possibly Kill Me Is My Very Own Gun." (Shadow/Sonic)

"The Only Thing That Could Possibly Kill Me Is My Very Own Gun."

"Shadow!!!!" I yelled, immediately taking the gun out of his hand.

"What the hell were you thinking????"

"..." Silence was all that was spoken back to me.

I sigh, sitting down next to him. "Shadow, talk to me..."

"...I've had enough of this world, enough of this place." He told me, not making eye contact.

Shadow never talks about his feelings...

"But what about Maria? What would she think?" I ask him softly.

"Fuck if I know anymore, I'm just ready to be gone. This world isn't worth saving." He scoffed a bit afterwards, letting his body go slightly more limp than it was before.

"But you still have so much to live for, Shadow-" I started, but he cut me off.

"I was created for one fucking reason, Sonic. That reason was to help Maria. She's gone, and I think I've done all I fucking can to help her by now."

Tears were starting to form in his eyes, making me start to cry a bit.

"You still have friends-"

"No one really knows me-"

"I know you."

"..."

Silence filled the room for a few moments, before I spoke up again.

"And I know that you still have a purpose, even without saving the world. You have friends that care about you. I came over here to check on you because I care about you. And I'm glad I knew something was wrong, because I ran over here. If I was just a moment later, you would be..."

"I'd be dead. The sweet release that I've waited for... For so long..." He let out a long, sighing chuckle.

It felt like he was out of his mind. We were silent for a bit, until Shadow spoke again.

"Do you know how many times I've tried to kill myself, Sonic?"

"..." I stayed silent, but shook my head lightly.

"Too many to count. I've tried all sorts of ways, but none of them worked. I'm the Ultimate Lifeform, after all. I shouldn't be able to die from a mere rope, due to my ability to breathe without oxygen. Or lack of blood. I'll just heal again. I've come to the conclusion that the only thing that could possibly kill me is my very own gun." He told me, my tears daring to fall.

"...So it might not even work..?" I ask, almost inaudible.

"...Not if I pull the trigger myself. If I was vulnerable enough... To have my gun taken from me, and shot in the head with it... I'd be done. Of course, I wouldn't be that vulnerable." He said.

I still had his gun in my hand, and I looked at it.

"Do it." He ordered me coldly, almost putting my into shock.

"W-What..?"

"Fucking do it, Sonic. You know me better than anyone else. You know I've wanted this for so damn long." He had venom in his voice, but still managed to be caring and way too far gone at the same time.

"N-No, I can't j-just-" I stuttered, trying to get my words out of my trembling lips.

"Yes. You can." He was calm in the way he talked, not usually like him.

He led the gun straight to the middle of his head and let out a long sigh.

"Do this one last thing for me. Please." He begged softly, closing his eyes.